The road to Longhu Mountain was not peaceful either. Occasionally Russell had to get off the car to release some water and collect some autumn wind.
His autumn wind naturally refers to the mountain spirits and monsters that appeared within his perception, as well as those unlucky people.
If you do evil, I will just slap you in the face and send you to the underworld to meet the founder of Maoshan. Your energy points will increase rapidly.
Those who have not done anything evil will be slapped into the gourd and wait for collective salvation to earn some merit points.
The slowly accumulating good karma made Russell eager for it, and he even remembered that the money was his New Year's money.
That thing is the same as this. It is extremely difficult to collect enough of it.
Especially his evil mother, who would come every year to ask for money, saying, "I'll save it for you to marry a wife in the future."
Where is your wife
Where is your wife
Where is your wife
He lost his New Year's money, his wife, and nothing to play with. He was left alone at home watching cartoons every day.
Oh! ←_←
People were coming and going on the road, some of them were villagers from nearby, running to the town to attend the market.
Some are refugees, migrating with their families because of the ongoing war.
Yes, there are some, but it’s hard to say what they are for.
For example, the old man in front of you.
Watching Russell's carriage approaching, the old man staggered to the front of the carriage, made a gesture with an embarrassed look on his face, and then staggered and fell down under Russell's gaze. Fell down
"Oh my god! Are you trying to scam me?"
Russell let out a strange cry and jumped off the carriage.
If an ordinary person encountered such a situation, it would be best to turn the carriage around and leave, or just bypass the old man.
In this desolate wilderness, who knows how many people are hiding in the bushes and what they are carrying.
But Russell is not afraid!
He jumped out of the car angrily, rolled up his sleeves, and looked just like the angry boy.
Uncle Jiu shouted, "Don't bully the old man!"
He pulled his clothes, adjusted his straw hat, held his coat with both hands, and muttered, "This early spring weather is really getting colder and colder."
It’s true that clothes make the man. With the way Uncle Jiu is dressed, you really can’t tell that he is a Taoist priest.
Well, it’s so boring on the road, I have to find something fun.
"Hey, old man, what's wrong with you?"
Russell looked around, but didn't detect any human presence.
Well, this is not professional.
The old man curled up on the ground. When he saw Uncle Jiu and Russell approaching, the corners of his mouth suddenly rose slightly. He rubbed his hands together, and a faint pink powder floated out.
"Ouch, ouch, my leg problem is acting up and I can't walk anymore. Can I get a ride?"
Something wrong? Hitchhiking
This is a very normal thing in rural areas. After all, people's hearts are not that bad nowadays.
Uncle Jiu's nose twitched slightly and he winked at Russell. Russell understood and raised his right hand slightly.
A lotus flower slowly appeared on the back of his right hand, its petals constantly spinning and revealing a strange luster.
It was the first magic weapon that Russell refined in the Yangtze River Cave.
…
"Let this old man come up. After all, he is old and it is inconvenient for him to walk."
Uncle Jiu spoke immediately, and Russell stopped talking and carried the old man into the car. You have to say, it was a bit heavy.
The old man looked pleased and nodded to the two of them to express his gratitude, "Good people, good people, I have lived for 30 years, and I have only met so many good people. Thinking back to the past..."
"etc!"
Uncle Jiu looked at the old man in front of him, his wrinkled face, his misty white hair, and his aged appearance, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
"You, you are thirty years old?"
"Yes!" The old man scratched his head and said confidently, "I just look older."
The carriage fell silent at that instant, and everyone stared at each other, not knowing what to say.
At the age of 30, he looks like this. His literary talent is not as urgent as yours!
The old man seemed to feel embarrassed as well. He was silent for a while, then took the initiative to hold Russell's hand.
My hands are a little cold.
"Young man, how about I tell you a story? I am a storyteller."
"That's fine. It's just that the road is boring."
"Have you ever heard of the profession of corpse stitcher?"
The old man's voice became grim. "The ancients once said that fallen leaves return to their roots and rest in peace in the earth. After death, one should leave a complete body. If one is missing arms and legs, it is easy to violate taboos and bring disaster upon oneself."
Seeing that Uncle Jiu and Russell were indifferent, the old man was startled, and then continued: "Some people committed crimes, some people were unlucky, and died in all kinds of strange ways. The bodies are not intact and need to be sewn up with needles and thread."
"This is called the Corpse Stitcher!"
"Before I became a storyteller, I was doing this. I was young, had no reverence, and did things carelessly. In the end, I got what I deserved."
"That night, it was pitch black with no moonlight. I lit a candle and sewed up the man's body overnight. I felt sleepy at the time. I only remember the sound of wind howling outside the door."
"Huff..."
"Someone actually came in. The person was empty-handed, headless, covered in blood, and his head was in his hand."
The old man suddenly blew a breath of cold air at Russell, which frightened him so much that he trembled all over and hid behind his uncle, screaming.
Seeing that the young man was frightened, the old man laughed and then said, "Guess what happened next?"
"What?"
Uncle Jiu widened his eyes and swallowed, feeling both scared and curious.
"The man asked immediately, 'Can my head be sewn up?'
"It was a dark and windy night, and there was no one around. When the old man saw that, he was shocked and didn't dare to say a word."
"In a hurry, I sewed the head back on steadily. After much persuasion, I finally sent him out the door. I thought the matter was over..."
Uncle Jiu and Russell couldn't help but stop breathing and didn't notice the old man rubbing his fingers at all.
The old man smiled grimly, "I thought that place was ominous, and I panicked. Just as I was about to run, I heard someone shouting behind me."
"You, you, don't leave, my leg hasn't been sewn up yet!"
"I looked back and saw the body I had sewn before moved, its eyes widened, and it reached out and grabbed my leg, 'Ah, the work is not finished yet, you can't leave.'"
“Hohohohoho…”
A miserable and weird laugh came from the old man, adding a bit of weirdness.
What a bullshit ghost story!
Russell curled his lips in disdain, waved his whip, and drove the carriage forward.
The wind gently blew up the curtains, but strangely, there was no trace of the old man in the carriage at this time.
"Just tease him a little bit, don't be too harsh. He is probably from Huanmen and wants to steal our car and escape."
Uncle Jiu touched the little zombie with one hand, rubbed the powder in his other hand, and spoke thoughtfully.
"I understand, Master." Russell touched his chin with his hand. How should he play with him
Well, have you ever heard of Chu Renmei