Gold and silver mountains are not as good as green waters and green mountains

Huang Lingfeng jeans with a black T-shirt, squatting on an ox cart and dangling, looking at the big red banner and pouting disdainfully, "It seems that it was not you who vigorously pioneered and protected the economy a few years ago." ”

Although Dawei has entered a well-off society as a whole, some places are still earth-shatteringly poor, and it just so happens that Fengcun is one of them.

Fengcun is located in the northwest of Qiaocheng and is built on Yinhui Mountain.

Due to the topography and climate, the products are not abundant, and young people also go to the big cities to pursue happiness, leaving some old and young, always looking forward to it.

Even with the bonus of Huang Lingfeng's locals, it still took a lot of effort to find the location of Feng Village, there was no way, it was too small, too biased.

Fortunately, through Sun Xueyao's relationship, he not only found a way to go to Fengcun, but also found out some unique customs and characteristics.

Originally, Sun Xueyao also wanted to follow, but Huang Lingfeng didn't dare to joke with the life of his dead party, so...

It's okay to bet on your own life, but it's okay to bet on the life of the party, forget it.

Who are the "kidnappers"?

Huang Lingfeng was almost certain that he was the one who walked by night with a hundred ghosts.

The first half of the fishing law enforcement went very smoothly, and he and his friends pondered that most of the ghosts did not dare to walk at night, and they could not "assassinate" in the city, so "kidnapping" was a good choice.

And sure enough, the other party did "kidnap the ticket".

It's just that I never expected that Huang Lingfeng, who had originally been discussed, would be used as bait, but the battle plan was temporarily changed by the dead party.

"Pointed out by Qianfu", the first-level ability of the dead party, in layman's terms, is a group ridicule, who made his heroic spirit Liu Muyou, the king of Shanyang, a guy with the title of captain of the school.

Now the Demon Suppression Division can't be notified, because Huang Lingfeng can't be sure whether the other party has any other eyeliner in the Demon Suppression Division besides Li Dong.

If it was him who was kidnapped, he would still be sure to struggle and wait for his sworn party to lead someone to "suppress the bandits", now... Knowing that Fengcun was a trap, he had to jump into it alone.

There is no road in Fengcun, and if you want to go, you have to take a bus to the town and find a way by yourself.

Or climb the mountain, or like Huang Lingfeng now, meet an old man who went down the mountain to sell fruits, and happened to return, mixed with an ox cart.

Huang Lingfeng glanced at the darkening sky, and then at his mobile phone, 18:39, there is not enough time.

"Little brother, why do you want to come to our Feng Village? Over the years, there have only been those who have walked in our village, and we have not seen those who have entered. ”

"I majored in environmental exploration, and this summer assignment is field exploration, which is just close. Uncle, how long will it take to arrive? ”

The old man was dressed in dark red linen, his wrinkled face was the unique dryness and vicissitudes of the peasant family, his beard and hair were all white, but he was quite well-groomed, and he looked quite "ancient" taste.

"Our village is high, the old man's cow is old again, although his legs and feet are slower, but he knows the way, hey, this cow has been with the old man for many years, and he has been reluctant to slaughter, there is no way, there is no calf born in the village for a long time."

Huang Lingfeng reluctantly laughed, and took an opportunity to interrupt the old man, "Uncle, time, time, how long will it take for us to get to the village?" ”

The old man was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly smiled: "Oh, when people are old, they will be verbose when they talk, and if they haven't talked to anyone for a long time, they will be endless." When? We are only at the foot of the mountain now, and this mountain is quite high, and there is a legend about this mountain back then..."

Huang Lingfeng pretended to listen to the lecture with an open mind, and finally after the uncle chattered for a while, he understood one thing, it was impossible to get to Fengcun before 0:00 by ox cart.

So, he got the advice of his uncle to "follow the road with the ox's hoof prints all the way to it", and he didn't delay any longer, got out of the car, held the shoulder bag in his arms, threw up the ham and began to climb the mountain.

Huang Lingfeng pondered as he walked, there was something wrong with this uncle, although the spiritual power fluctuations were well hidden, how could he escape the observation of the Broken Eye of Delusion.

And along the way, the uncle seemed to be chatting casually, but in fact, he had been careful about his surroundings, and he should be observing whether he came alone.

Now that he is sure that it is only him, he has changed the method to let him go on the road alone, and most of them are people who walk at night with a hundred ghosts.

And the way he pointed... Yes, it's still the same sentence, knowing that it's a trap, he has to jump, but fortunately, he is not completely out of control.

As the night deepened, Huang Lingfeng kept holding his shoulder bag in front of him, and while walking quickly with a flashlight, he was careful to look around.

Barren mountains and mountains, the dark moon hangs high, except for the rustling sound of stepping on sand and stones, there are no insects and dogs barking in the huge Yinhui Mountain, which has to remind Huang Lingfeng of the chatter of the old man of the ox cart.

"Legend has it, our Fengcun village has a long history of miles, and it was built on the mountain of Yinghui for hundreds of years at the earliest, in order to point out the location of the hometown to the children of the expedition and to be able to return to their hometown."

Indeed, it has been hundreds of years, but old man, why don't you say that Fengcun still has the custom of burying the living?

He was thinking about it, when suddenly his feet were empty, and the feeling of weightlessness instantly hit his heart, but before he could react, the down-to-earth feeling told him that there was a false alarm.

Huang Lingfeng adjusted his mood and lowered his head to find the cow's hoof prints, but... What was clearly visible has completely disappeared?

At this moment, the flashlight of the mobile phone flickered a few times, and it also dimmed, and the already dim moonlight was obscured by clouds and mist, and the huge Yinhui Mountain seemed to be covered by the gloom, and it was difficult to see, silent and silent.

Huang Lingfeng vaguely felt that something was wrong, for this operation, he deliberately fully charged his mobile phone, and also brought three power banks, no power? No way.

He tightened his chest and backpack, and breathed a long sigh of relief, it seems that the people of the hundred ghosts who walked at night made a move? But the dead friend is in the hands of others, and he must rush to Fengcun before 0:00.

Huang Lingfeng tried his best to adapt to the darkness, and when he could see something a little, he stepped forward, but under this step, he suddenly felt stunned in his heart, as if he had bumped into something soft and slippery?

He clenched his hands into fists, held his breath, and looked up cautiously, only to see...

A wooden face with a pair of empty eyes, looking directly at himself, although the word happiness on his head, there was no joy on his face, and there was a heavy makeup at the corner of his eyes, I don't know if it was blood marks or blood tears.

The person who came was dressed in big red clothes, holding up a plaque with red lacquer and gold characters, and two big characters on it, a hundred years. It seems that because he was blocked by someone, he walked numbly, but he stopped.

Huang Lingfeng subconsciously took a step back, but the entire mountain road seemed to be lit up because of this retreat.

The dark red suddenly rose from the ground, lighting up the mountain road and pulling his heart to the bottom.

In the blood light, a red team filled the entire mountain road, they were gorgeously dressed, the yellow talisman on their foreheads was particularly conspicuous, there was no joy at all, the yin qi was prosperous, the steps were the same, and the mechanical wood was numerous.

Hitting the gong, the gong is silent, the drum is beaten, the drum is not sounding, and even the suona, which is called a hooligan of musical instruments, can only see the slight vibration of the disc, and there is no half-minute sound.

Everyone's costumes, festive, old, wet. Everyone's eyes were empty and numb, but they seemed to have a focus and a goal, staring directly at Huang Lingfeng.

Huang Lingfeng took a step back, the team took a step, retreated, and then stepped forward, winding the mountain road, the bright red wedding card floated down like rain, and each one seemed to be written with blood.

Through the wedding card in the sky, a blood-stained frame slowly emerged, and at this time, Huang Lingfeng had no way to retreat.

In the same way, the send-off team has no way to advance.

Behind Huang Lingfeng, the wind suddenly rose, and suddenly there was a burst of suona rushing to the sky, he was shocked, and subconsciously hugged the shoulder bag, his right hand was weakly grasped, and the tiger general's door was almost in the palm of his hand, and his forehead was full of fine beads of sweat.

At this moment, several banner streamers fell from a high place and rested on Huang Lingfeng's shoulders, and an old voice was cold, as if it sounded in his heart.

"Red avoids white, joy and mourning. Withdraw? ”

Huang Lingfeng listened to the wail behind him like a ghost, so he guessed that it should be a funeral procession, and subconsciously retreated to the side, but this retreat, a sudden change occurred.

A weak, boneless, dry palm with more than an inch of fingernails grabbed his wrist, and he felt trembling all over, as if he had lost control of his body, unable to move, unable to speak.

A woman appeared like a mist in a red wedding dress, her makeup under the phoenix crown seemed to be blood-stained, her forehead was also attached to Zhang Huangfu, her eyes were empty, and her voice was hoarse.

"Xianggong, you can be regarded as returning. That's very good, let's go back to the village and get married. ”

The old voice sounded again, with a bit of banter, "Great, we are already in the same village, I will send you to the funeral, you welcome your relatives, it happens to be the same person, no one will delay." ”

Funeral? Greeting? Sure enough, it has something to do with the customs of Fengcun.

Huang Lingfeng had the heart to break free from the woman's pull, but his body didn't listen to him at all, no matter how anxious he was, it was useless, and his body nodded and spoke!

"There is a lady Lao, let's go."

Under the blood, the send-off team turned around at the same time, and it turned over like a pancake, revealing the snow-white shroud behind it.

The wedding cards scattered in the sky turned from red to white, like snowflakes, turned into pieces of paper money, sprinkled all over the mountain road, and the gongs, drums, and suona that had no sound before suddenly rose.

The red and white teams, together with the music played by the suona, merged into one and meandered up the mountain in blood.

Huang Lingfeng boarded the frame and sat next to the bride, only to feel cold, where was there still a happy car under him, and he sat in a dark coffin.

A gray-haired old man, sitting in front of the car, whipped the cow, and sure enough, it was the chattering uncle who had carried him all the way.

"In our village, there have never been many people who have entered. After all... I don't want to die. ”

Returning to the mountain, Feng Village

Cao Chengcheng sat in a dilapidated temple with a disdainful expression, "You hundred ghosts walk at night, can't you do some yang shows?" ”

There was no one else in the ruined temple, but a voice echoed endlessly, "Boy, do you really think I dare not kill you?" ”

Cao Chengcheng hehe, "If you dared to do it, you would have done it a long time ago." Still fighting with me here? Let me guess why..."

"Ah, is it possible, your identity hasn't been blacklisted yet, and I'm a member of the Cao family, you don't dare to do it, so you can only use me as bait to get him to this place?"

The ruined temple fell silent for a long time.

"The Cao family, the brain is quite useful."

Cao Chengcheng clasped his fists and was proud, "So, can you tell me, why do you want to kill him?" Also used Mike Liu and Li Dong? Tsk, it's a lot of blood. ”

The voice sneered a few times, "Li Dong? Scold. He is an enemy of us. This time, I was forced to tell me that Huang Lingfeng's kid had a heavenly decree in his hand. ”

"Mike Liu... Stupid white-skinned waste, dead and in vain. ”

The voice was suddenly low, cold, and suddenly violent, "Why?" Because Leng Ding is my nephew! Huang Lingfeng has something to do with my nephew's death, right? ”

Cao Chengcheng suddenly smiled and said, "You brought us here to avenge your personal revenge?" I thought your organization was sick. ”

The voice was silent for a long time, but after a long time, I heard him grit his teeth and say viciously: "Leng Ding is a good boy, if it weren't for me, he wouldn't have robbed you of the divine relics." ”

"Personal vendetta? No, the headquarters has also issued an order to collect all kinds of core relics as much as possible, I call it, killing two birds with one stone. ”

The yin wind in the broken temple swept out, and at the same time, a burst of suona sound at the entrance of the village came from far and near.

I can't hold back the vagueness in it, like a whispering hum.

"The soul returns to its hometown, and there is no blame. If there is no reason, where to go. ”

"Welcome and send, barren graves."

"Life and death, treat the king as before."