In the forest, a group of corpses wearing red and green shrouds with stiff bodies and swaying forward were drilled.

"Damn, it's a dead man!"

Zhao Mengfu was so frightened that he shrank behind my back and pushed my back with both hands, "Brother Qianlong, you are the best!"

"Get on your head, don't mess around!"

I clenched my fists and shouted directly behind me, "Your Excellency is a fellow Daoist of the Maoshan Sect?"

Seven corpses walked out of the jungle, followed by a tall, thin middle-aged man in a yellow robe and a crown on his head.

The middle-aged man was holding a corpse bell, followed by a short and fat man.

The short and fat man carried a Zhenyin gong, half of his face had a birthmark, and he was blind in one eye.

The blind eyeballs, glowing blue in the moonlight, looked even more terrifying than ghosts.

The middle-aged man pinched his fingers, and all the zombies stopped. He took something like a ball of paper out of his pocket and stuffed it into the corpse bell, and then he clenched his fist at me.

"Chen Wangdao in Xiamao Mountain, this is my apprentice Ma Kun, what do you call it?"

"Zhuge Hidden Dragon."

"It turned out to be the Zhuge family, disrespectful."

Chen Wangdao wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead and raised his eyes to look at the sky.

Black clouds obscured the moon, the mountain wind whistled, torches swayed, and the charms on the seven corpses rattled.

Ma Kun said worriedly, "Master, there may be a thunderstorm tonight, and the corpse is easy to change if it is shocked, so we have to find a shelter nearby."

Chen Wangdao took out a simple animal skin map from his bosom, "There is an inn in the valley five miles away from here, we have to step up."

I was surprised, "In such a remote place, there would be an inn?"

Chen Wangdao: "Mr. Zhuge doesn't know. Cats have cat paths, rats have rat paths, and we corpse drivers are all barren mountains and mountains, sleeping in the open air, and it is difficult to find supplies."

"When Master Zu traveled all over the world, he would form good karma and make a pact with the villagers in the remote countryside."

"But whoever chases the descendants of the corpse chasers pass by, they must be allowed to stay overnight."

As I spoke, rain was already pouring down like mist above my head, wetting my sideburns.

Chen Wangdao took out a yellow paper umbrella from his backpack and propped it on top of his head.

Ma Kun skillfully took out sheets of linoleum cloth from the huge package and wrapped the upper body of the seven corpses so that it was not exposed.

Chen Wangdao's demeanor was humble, "There are many poisoned insects and beasts in the mountain at night, if you don't dislike it, you can go to the inn with my master and apprentice."

As soon as I wanted to agree, Zhao Mengfu said resolutely, "Don't! I don't want to live with corpses when I die!"

Chen Wangdao's face was embarrassed, and I hit her on the head, "My friend is not sensible, please Brother Chen lead the way."

"Yes, please!"

Zhao Mengfu and I held an umbrella and distanced about ten meters from the corpses, following not far behind.

It's not that I'm afraid of corpses, it's just that these corpses have just died, and they are barely able to move with necrophyry.

Once contaminated with the breath of a living person, it is easy to lose control.

Soon after walking forward, the sound of drizzling rain sounded, and the light rain fell like fog, and the foggy sky reduced visibility.

I could vaguely see that Ma Kun was standing at the forefront, beating the Zhenyin gong, shouting at the top of his voice: "Yin people aisle, living people avoid."

The gong was struck in front, and Chen Wangdao had to follow the rattle in the back, and the corpse jumped forward.

The crooked and slanting sound of beating, like a leather hammer hitting the floor, sounds a little oppressive.

After staring at the front for a long time, Zhao Mengfu was not so afraid.

She got out of behind me and walked side by side with me again, asking in confusion, "Brother, what age is this, how can there be such a job as a corpse chaser?"

"Also, how did they get the corpse to move?"

I sighed in a low voice, "I didn't expect the corpse catcher to survive until now. If you really want to talk about it, it's also a poor business."

"According to historical records, the first group of corpse chasers were born in places like Xiangxi, where mountains and forests are dense."

"Poor

Hunters and medicine pickers died in the mountains, and they could not afford to hire people to carry the corpses home, but they had the custom of returning their souls to their homeland."

"Hence the birth of the corpse chaser. They would tie two bamboo poles to the corpse's arms, and the two of them would carry them one after the other."

"The tenacity of Luohan bamboo is very high, and the body of the corpse is tied with bamboo as a skeleton, and it looks like its limbs are stiff."

"When crossing mountains and mountains, it only takes two people to shake the bamboo pole and generate the inertia of vibration, which can make the corpse jump forward and tremble."

"Later, some of the thieves cut off the limbs and heads of the corpses in order to save weight, replaced the bodies with bamboo strips, and wrapped them in clothes."

"When walking, someone carries the corpse forward, and it looks like the corpse is walking on its own."

"Later, there was a Maoshan Warlock who used runic water to gather corpse qi and temporarily made the corpse into something between a walking corpse and a zombie, allowing it to act on its own."

"When the corpse is driven home, the corpse will be dispersed and buried on the spot."

"But if you really want to talk about it, gathering corpse qi and creating zombies is a kind of evil art, which is expressly forbidden in Maoshan Mountain!"

"Some people use it to ferry the corpses of poor families, and there are also people with bad intentions, creating zombies to hurt people, and practicing evil arts."

"That's why people always stay away from corpse chasers."

"So much so that when I hear the words 'Yin people borrow the way, and the living people avoid it, they can't avoid it.'"

We walked five miles along the mountain road, and at about twelve o'clock in the evening, we stopped in front of a house on the hillside.

On the mountainside, there is a wooden house on stilts.

The southwest mountainous area has abundant rain, and ordinary adobe houses are built in the mountain forest, and the ground is easy to be damp.

The wooden house on stilts, the first floor is ventilated and waterproof, and the livestock below live on the head, so there is no delay.

Through the window lattice of the wooden house, you can see the dim lights inside.

Is there anyone in there who hasn't slept?

Chen Wangdao knocked on the door, "The master's family, Chen Wangdao, the corpse chaser in Maoshan, wants to spend the night, please make it convenient."

Under the eaves, seven corpses stood in a row, and a faint smell of corpses quietly permeated.

I was a little worried that the owner of the house wouldn't take us in.

Crunch –

The door opened, and an old man with pale hair, wearing a red silk jacket and green cloth pants, carried a red lantern and shone outward.

His head didn't move, his eyes purring in a big circle, his lips slightly open, "Come in."

The old man only opened his mouth one slit, as if he was speaking ventriloquism, which felt particularly weird.

What's even more bizarre is that the old man over 70 years old has shiny skin with few wrinkles, as if he had been soaked in a lard jar.

Probably...... It's the appearance of the locals, and it's different from the outside world.

Chen Wangdao smiled and arched his hand, "Thank you."

Chen Wangdao and Ma Kun led the way to the door, and I stood at the door with some hesitation.

For some reason, I have some physical resistance to this old house.

Click-

A thunderbolt rang out from behind, and torrential rain poured in, turning the ground yellow, and mud beads jumping straight to his heels.