There are four guys in Chen Erzhuang's backyard, they usually help other people's families carry coffins, this kind of strength work naturally has to be done by a lot of old people, these four guys are born with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, dark muscles, and they look plain.

If I have to say that something is wrong, I am afraid that the four guys are doing fine work at the moment. Every guy is holding a carving knife and carving camphor wood, carving the camphor wood into a wooden figure, and the technique is quite skillful.

Sawdust fell on the ground in the yard, rolling up and rolling on the ground, gently drifting.

It is very strange that these camphor trees have been cut down very quickly, but when they reach them, the trees look like they have been dried for a long time, and the bark is very easily peeled off by the planer, without any jerky feeling.

Chen Erzhuang walked straight through the small courtyard and locked himself in the house, not knowing what he was doing, and the other guys didn't ask, and he didn't even raise his head when Chen Erzhuang walked over, just concentrating on his own business.

One of the guys had already carved a wooden man almost as well, this wooden man was the image of an old woman, very old, with wrinkles piled up on her face, and old age spots, and the vicissitudes of life at the corners of her eyes were perfectly outlined, it was hard to imagine that a big old man in front of him could carve it to such a point.

The speed of his carving is not slow or urgent, just like the embroidery of the girls, the carving knife in his hand is very dexterous, and the sawdust falls one after another, presenting the other parts of the old woman's body perfectly. After about two hours, the old woman was already taking shape.

The guy picked up the paintbrush next to him again, and to his horror, the paint on his brush was red. And when this brush stained with red paint fell on the wooden man, it changed into other colors, changing to the color of the wooden man's skin, age spots, eyebrows, lips, and even scars!

One color transforms into various colors on a person's body, showing the image of the old woman vividly!

It's just that the only thing that is quite puzzling is that the old woman's eyes are still only the color of wood, not colored, just like the few wooden people lying on the side of the coffin in the store.

Then the man walked to the shop in front of him, took out a pair of shrouds, and put them on for the old woman. Then he moved the old woman into the room that Chen Erzhuang had just entered, and then continued to bring a camphor tree, shaving bark, and carving......

Mu Yu cast an invisible formation on himself, and he had been watching the four guys work from a long distance above Chen Erzhuang's backyard, but the doubts in his heart were getting deeper and deeper.

He always felt that there seemed to be a very powerful guy in Chen Erzhuang's yard who was watching out for him, and that feeling was very strong, so Mu Yu didn't approach directly, and kept waiting for an opportunity.

Yet all morning, the four men were only there to do the carving work, and there was not even a superfluous expression on their faces.

In the afternoon, there was a woman who came to Chen Erzhuang with a sad face, she was a villager from the next village, named Xinghua, her mother died last night, and she came to Chen Erzhuang to take care of her mother's funeral.

There are more than a dozen small villages of all sizes in this vicinity, seven or eight large villages, and the number of people adds up to tens of thousands, and only Chen Erzhuang is the one who does the business of the dead.

It is difficult to say with certainty that there is such a thing as birth, old age, sickness and death, and sometimes Chen Erzhuang will not usher in a business for a month, and sometimes he has to make several trips a day. Life is impermanent, and Chen Erzhuang knows these things better than anyone else.

Chen Erzhuang expressionlessly helped Xinghua choose the utensils to be used for the funeral, from incense candles to coffins to shrouds, paper money and the dead who accompanied the funeral. There are many rural funeral customs, including what time to order what candles, how many pillars of incense to light, when to shout the soul, when to chase the soul, these Chen Erzhuang knows it well.

One of the advantages of doing white business is that the family of the deceased will not bargain with you for the price of the coffin and shroud, as much as it should be.

According to the eight characters of the birthday, the funeral is scheduled for the next day.

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Mu Yu had been paying attention to Chen Erzhuang's movements, and he had also seen those strange and realistic wooden figures. After all, these wooden people carved from camphor wood are still plants and can be controlled by wood feathers.

As long as Mu Yu was willing, he could even make these wooden people move their muscles and bones, stand up and walk around twice. Xiao Shuai is more playful, and he has been instigating Mu Yu to let the wooden man dance or something, but considering the person in secret, Mu Yu naturally refused directly.

The red paint that colored the wooden figure had a rotten, musty smell, and I don't know what it was made of, but it smelled very strong.

This kind of pigment can automatically transform into the color of a human body after encountering a wooden man, and such a strange sight is definitely not something that mortals can do.

Mu Yu went back and asked Lao Xu Tou just now, in the past, everyone in the village only knew that Chen Erzhuang was a good hand at paper people, and they didn't know that he could also carve wooden people, let alone his four big and rough guys.

His four men were from nearby villages, and they were all men who did rough work, and they had never heard of such delicate work as carving.

It seems that Chen Erzhuang and his four buddies have suddenly become master carvers in a short period of time, and Lao Xu Tou also told Mu Yu with great certainty that he had never heard of anyone still using wood at funerals before.

Mu Yu became more and more curious about Chen Erzhuang's abnormal behavior, but Chen Erzhuang stayed in his room and didn't come out, only the guy sent him into Chen Erzhuang's room after carving a wooden figure, and the door of Chen Erzhuang's room was closed for the rest of the time.

Just watched like this for a whole day, but Mu Yu still found nothing. Early the next morning, Chen Erzhuang and his four men had already carried an empty coffin to Xinghua's house, and the sacrificial candles were placed in the empty coffin.

After they left, the dangerous aura in Chen Erzhuang's courtyard gradually disappeared, making Mu Yu feel very strange, as if this strange aura had followed Chen Erzhuang and left. But Mu Yu had contact with Chen Erzhuang that day and didn't find anything unusual from him.

Mu Yu sneaked into the backyard, where there were still wooden figures that had not yet been carved. In the corner of the yard lay the trunks of those camphor trees, and beside it was a large dye vat, all of which were filled with red colored paint, and a pungent smell of rot came to the nose.

"What the hell are these things made of? who vomited the overnight meal?" asked Xiao Shuai, pinching his nose in disgust.

Mu Yu couldn't stand this strange smell either, he took a long spoon next to him, scooped a spoonful, and took it to his eyes to check. It's a very strange look, and if there are outsiders, it will feel like Mu Yu's movements are like trying to taste this disgusting thing.

"Little mouse, if you don't try it, you'll eat everything anyway. Ryuto suggested.

"You have a heavy taste for big earthworms, you can taste it. Xiao Shuai didn't open his mouth at all when he said this, but gathered his voice in everyone's minds.

Mu Yu shook and wrapped the red pigment with spiritual power. In the past, when he followed Deadwood to learn the "Poison Sutra", Wen Dan's ability to recognize prescriptions was very strong, and it also allowed him to defeat many young and talented alchemists of the Danding Sect.

Each substance has different fluctuations in spiritual power, and the type and dosage of each herb can be judged according to this difference.

However, when Mu Yu wrapped the spiritual power around the red pigment, he was surprised to find that the red pigment was not composed of anything complex at all, only something unknown. This kind of thing Mu Yu had never encountered before, and the spiritual power fluctuations it produced were very strange to Mu Yu.

"Strange, what the hell is this?"

Mu Yu was familiar with the fluctuations in spiritual power generated by the blood of various demon beasts, heart powder, plant rhizome pollen, etc., but he couldn't tell what this disgusting thing was made of.

"Whatever it is, can we not take the spoon so close?" Xiao Shuai kept digging into Mu Yu's clothes, trying to stay away from this disgusting thing.

The smell filled the entire courtyard, but the four guys didn't even frown when carving, and their concentration was also great.

Mu Yu put the spoon back, walked through the courtyard full of sawdust, and walked towards Chen Erzhuang's room.

Chen Erzhuang stayed here during the day, and after the men carved the statues, they also moved them to this room, Mu Yu Judging from the number of sawdust and camphor trees in the yard, they carved at least a dozen wooden figures.

"A dozen wooden people are placed in this room, and it is not too crowded. Mu Yu pushed open the door, walked into the room, and was slightly stunned when he saw the scene of the room!

There was only one bed in the room and nothing else!

"Huh?" Xiao Shuai also poked his head out, he sniffed lightly, wagged his tail, and said, "Mu Yu, I seem to smell something similar to the Mass Grave Valley." ”

Mu Yu also noticed something unusual, this room seemed to be filled with the special yin qi of the Mass Burial Valley, but this yin qi seemed to be there, and he couldn't tell where the source was. The strangest thing was that this yin qi seemed to be able to disturb his perception, and he was unable to sense the whereabouts of the wooden people through his ability to control the wood.

So where did the wooden people go?

He remembered that the four men had moved the wooden figures into the room after they had carved and painted them. However, the whole room was empty, there were no wooden figures, and there was not even a basic table, chair, and furniture except for a bed and quilt.

Mu Yu scanned the surroundings, but still found no trace of the wooden man. He looked at the bed that could sleep two people, also made of camphor wood, with a low rim and a sheet that hung down to the ground and covered the bottom of the bed.

Perhaps because of the opening of the door, a dark wind blew the sheets, as if someone was pulling the sheets under the bed.

"No, those wooden people are hidden under the bed, are they?" muttered to the little marshal.

Mu Yu can't say for sure, but it's too much to say that he wants to hide a dozen wooden people under this bed, and he can't stuff two or three at most, after all, those wooden people are about the same size as real people.

He slowly walked into the bed, squatted down, slowly lifted the sheets, and looked under the bed—

There was only a toolbox without a lid under the bed, and two pairs of cloth shoes, and nothing else.

The wooden man was not under the bed either, as if he had disappeared out of thin air.

Mu Yu pulled out the toolbox, and the toolbox contained just ordinary planer knives and carving knives, which looked brand new, like they were newly bought.

"Mu Yu, don't you feel the existence of the formation pattern either?" asked Long Teng.

Mu Yu shook his head, if there was really a formation here, it would be impossible to hide it from him, the master of the formation talisman sect.

That mysterious guy set up a heartless array in the bodies of all the villagers, this heartless array is not worth mentioning at all in front of Mu Yu, and Mu Yu can also determine that the other party's formation technique is actually not high, and it is just a little stronger than the Zhongtian disciples of the Formation Sect.

Chen Erzhuang is a mortal, where did he move those wooden people?

"Could there be some secret traps or something? Those wooden people might be hiding somewhere else. Xiao Shuai said.

Mu Yu looked around, this kind of house is independent, there can't be any hidden grid, and even if there is, it is impossible to hide so many wooden people underground. He emitted his spiritual power underground, and found that the ground was just hard earth.

"Crunch-squeak-"

A gust of wind blew from outside, but there was a creepy creepy creak inside the room, and the sound was from—

Mu Yu raised his head sharply and looked at the ceiling, it didn't matter if he looked at it, Rao was also taken aback by his superb cultivation!