Crystal dew hung on the branches, and the willow trees, which had been drenched in the rain overnight, looked very moist.

Smack!

A drop of dew slid down the willow tree.

Li Qingshan looked down at his palm, and the dew that exploded in his palm dispersed into a snowflake shape.

A wisp of green smoke rose, leaving only a few crystals in Li Qingshan's hands.

With a gentle rubbing, there was a rustling sound, and the crystals were scattered from between his fingers.

This salt town really lives up to its name... Salt everywhere...... Li Qingshan led the little red horse and walked unhurriedly on the streets of Yanzhen.

At a corner, I met a mourning team coming slowly.

The yellow paper in the sky fell sprinklingly.

As far as the eye could see, four young men in white filial piety clothes, one carrying one side of the coffin, slowly walked forward.

Behind him, many old and weak women and children kept crying.

When encountering a mourning team head-on, it is natural to retreat to the side and get out of the way.

Li Qingshan pulled the little red horse and retreated to the side, quietly waiting for the funeral team to leave.

I don't know if it's a matter of local customs, but the coffin of the deceased was not covered.

Lying in the coffin was a middle-aged man in a shroud.

Its exposed skin is covered with corpse spots of varying sizes and decomposing wounds.

The wound was filled with salt.

At this time, Li Qingshan noticed.

The coffin was covered with a thick layer of salt, and there were many white crystals in the deceased's seven orifices.

Is this a funeral or a pickled "salted meat"?

Also, the level of corpse spots and decomposing wounds.

It should have been dead for a long time, at least more than a month.

But if you have been dead for so long, why do you have to mourn for so long?

This local custom, it is impossible to wait for someone to be rotten before mourning, right?

It was very open, and the mourning procession disappeared around the corner of the street.

Li Qingshan glanced at the little red horse and said in a low voice: "You go back and wait for me, I'll go over and take a look." ”

"Boom!" The little red horse answered, and ran away in the other direction.

……

The mourning procession slowly walked towards the north of the town.

Surprisingly, the team didn't go on and on the go all the time.

They'll walk for a while, and then they'll stop.

The women and children in the funeral procession would walk to the coffin, take out a small bag from the cloth bag they carried, and pour a small bag of salt on the middle-aged man's body.

After pouring the salt in, the old and weak women and children would reach out and rub the salt from the coffin all over the deceased's body.

Almost every time you rub it, it takes a cup of tea.

Isn't this really marinating bacon?

Li Qingshan, who was standing in the shadows, frowned, and continued to keep a suitable distance to follow......

Half an hour later, the mourning procession had already walked out of Salt Town.

This direction was exactly the way Li Qingshan and the others came.

After leaving the city, the body of the deceased was almost completely buried in salt.

Those who do not know the cause of the antecedents have seen it, and they think that these mourners are guilty of hysteria.

After all, who will use a coffin to carry salt?

Wow!

An old woman walked up to the coffin, grabbed a handful of salt from it, and threw it into the sky!

The salt flying in the sky is like snow in the sun.

The salt taken out of the coffin seems to hold the soul of the deceased.

After landing, it turned into an arc that went all the way forward as if it had been pulled......

After that, the old woman kept sprinkling salt, and the arc composed of salt stretched all the way, guiding the funeral procession forward.

However, in Li Qingshan's eyes, it was after the old woman sprinkled salt.

There seemed to be an invisible door in front of the mourning procession.

One by one, everyone disappeared from sight!

Li Qingshan stepped out, and just as the last person at the end of the line was about to disappear, his figure flashed at the end of the funeral procession.

His movements were extremely gentle, barely making a sound.

And the crying and mourning voices in front of me were too loud.

So much so that the people in front of him didn't even notice that there was an extra person behind him.

Standing at the end of the line, Li Qingshan saw the mourning team that had disappeared before.

Rustling.. Rustling.. Rustling!

The ground was sprinkled with crystal salt, and every time you stepped on it, there was a dense rustling sound.

Only by stepping on the "lead" of salt taken out of the coffin can you find the right path!

After stepping on the "lead" formed by salting, the surrounding environment has changed slightly.

A foul stench wafted through the air, and the sky darkened a little.

Not far away, coffins were placed one by one in a huge open space.

Inside each coffin lay a man wrapped in salt.

Men and women, old and young, all of these people died peacefully, and they didn't seem to have experienced any pain.

Of course, the amount of salt contained in each coffin is different.

Some of them were completely buried in salt, and only the outline of a human walk could be faintly seen.

In some coffins, there is very little salt in them.

After the four strong coffin bearers placed the coffin in an open space, the old and weak women and children finally cried in front of the coffin.

Their cries were so sharp that they seemed to penetrate people's hearts.

"Xianggong! Why did you leave so early! ”

"Son! Mother can't live without you! ”

"Daddy! Father! ”

A poignant call was like a magic sound, and Li Qingshan suddenly felt a trace of sadness in his heart.

The deceased appears to be the breadwinner of the family...... Li Qingshan's figure quietly retreated, and without anyone noticing, he hid behind a coffin.

It seemed that the mourning part was going to take some time, and he had to take this opportunity to inspect the strange coffin field.

In the coffin that Li Qingshan approached, there was a woman lying down.

The woman is about twenty years old, and she is also wearing a pure white shroud.

The woman didn't have any wounds on her body, and if she hadn't been breathing, she was lying in a coffin.

It's like a living person falling asleep.

After looking up and down, Li Qingshan put his hand into the coffin and groped for the inside of the coffin.

When he took his hand out, he found that the coffin was exceptionally clean, and there was almost no salt at all.

From top to bottom, only the curly eyelashes were stained with a little bit of crystal.

Li Qingshan glanced at the funeral procession not far away, and after making sure that the other party had no other actions, he continued to check the next coffin......