Xu Lang looked at the dozen or so old people around him. He knew very well that with his nameless skill, coupled with the modern weapons he was wearing, he could definitely gain the upper hand even if he had a dispute!
Xu Lang didn't know why, when these people looked at him faintly, they felt a sense of fear in their hearts.
It was as if they were staring at him like a beast, as if once Xu Lang said something that violated them, they would gather in groups and attack them, but Xu Lang and others felt unable to resist
This feeling is very strange, but it really surrounds Xu Lang's heart.
Where does the danger come from
Xu Lang narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the back of the village chief. He stood still on the crutches, as if he had become a wooden man after saying that.
Wuming once warned Xu Lang that this village chief was very dangerous!
However, it was not easy to talk at the time, and Xu Lang still couldn't see where the village chief had made Wuming vigilant.
Xu Lang looked at Uncle Chen again. At this time, there was a smile on his sharp-mouthed monkey cheek, but it was sly in every way he looked.
too weird!
Since entering the village, the village chief and others have not asked or said anything. They directly let the executors participate in the funeral, and they have made it clear that they must participate if they want to stay in the village.
This made Xu Lang extremely embarrassed. If he participated, he never figured out their purpose and the risk was too great; but he could not complete the task if he did not participate, especially when the task information clearly stated that they should arrive before eight o'clock in the evening.
Obviously this funeral is extremely important for this mission.
When Xu Lang was uncertain, Uncle Chen finally spoke from the side: "The two girls don't have to participate, I mainly want to borrow your four boys."
Xu Lang frowned slightly and looked at Uncle Chen, "What do you do with us?"
Uncle Chen raised his head towards the coffin and said quietly, "Carry the coffin into the mountain!"
Carry the coffin into the mountain
What mountain? Tomb
Xu Lang immediately understood that Uncle Chen and the others wanted to use these male executors to carry Chen Huanxi's coffin and bury them in the mountain.
"Why don't you use the young people in your village?"
When Uncle Chen heard this, he suddenly squinted his eyes. Xu Lang could see that his body was suddenly tense, as if this sentence had touched some of his secrets, and his eyes revealed inexplicable meaning.
This look made Xu Lang's heart startled. This feeling was as if the person in front of him suddenly turned into an evil spirit, exuding coldness and evil all over his body.
After hearing this sentence, the other villagers in Taohua Village also changed their temperament. The atmosphere on the scene immediately became tense, as if they were ready to attack Xu Lang and others at any time.
Xu Lang sighed in his heart, he had a hunch that once things were allowed to develop, they would not be better off.
At this time, Wuming came over with a grim expression and said to Xu Lang's ear: "You can't resist, these people are not right!"
Xu Lang frowned slightly, and the next sentence without a name made Xu Lang chill all over the body immediately.
"These people are not breathing!"
what
A moment of astonishment flashed in Xu Lang's eyes, but he immediately returned to normal, pretending to glance around the surrounding villagers with ease.
These villagers were expressionless and cold temperament, but before Xu Lang said that, they didn't feel anything different from ordinary people.
Wuming whispered cautiously: "When you were thinking, I walked around the mourning hall. These peach blossom villagers didn't have the slightest fluctuation in their chests, and they couldn't hear the slightest breathing.
Look at the brown spots on the back of the village chief’s hand with a cane. What does it look like? "
Xu Lang looked at the back of the village head from the side by the moonlight.
On the right hand holding the cane, the old sagging skin was a little drooping, and there were a string of brown spots from the back of the hand to the wrist, circle by circle...
Xu Lang couldn't be more familiar with these things, because they were corpses!
But immediately, he frowned and said: "I didn't smell the smell of corpses at all!"
Wuming shook his head: "I don't know about this, but the probability that they are not alive is very high now. You can see the current situation. We can't create friction with them. Today, if you want to think about it, you can pass it!"
Xu Lang looked back at the executor behind him, lowered his head for a moment, gritted his teeth, and reluctantly nodded towards Uncle Chen who was always waiting.
"Okay, we promise you."
That Uncle Chen seemed to have been waiting for Xu Lang and the others to nod, and finally got a reply at this time. The cold temperament before disappeared, as if he had returned to normal in an instant.
He dragged the cup in his hand, came to Xu Lang and the others, looked at it repeatedly, and nodded immediately.
With a wave of the big sleeve, more than a dozen people in the mourning hall gathered together in an orderly manner.
Uncle Chen, with a banner in one hand and a cup with the other hand, began to mutter words: "Chen Jiahuanxi, eighty out of seven, leave at Mao Shi, so go to the southwest and cover the coffin..."
As soon as the word "cover the coffin" came out, I didn't know if it was Xu Lang's illusion or what was going on. Suddenly, a gloomy wind swept out of the mourning hall. Xu Lang stood on his tiptoe and looked inside.
He clearly saw that a white silk scarf floated slowly out of the coffin by the wind, and the face of the deceased that had been hidden was suddenly revealed.
When Xu Lang was about to take a closer look, the group of villagers had completely covered the entire coffin lid and began to nail it to seal it.
Xu Lang frowned slightly. He did not see Chen Huanxi's death, but only saw a corner of the dark shroud. The corpse was bulging, like a fat man
But looking at the portrait, Chen Huanxi was obviously a skinny old man. Why did the body look blessed
Xu Lang thought for a while, came to Uncle Chen's side, and asked: "When did Chen Huanxi die?"
When Uncle Chen heard this, he raised his eyebrows and raised his eyes. He turned his head and covered his face and said, "You junior, is this what you should ask? Just wait a while and listen to the arrangement."
Xu Lang didn't get angry, but the strange feeling in his heart was even worse.
There are problems in Taohua Village, the villagers have problems, and the mourning hall has problems. Now even the corpse looks unusual. Why is this funeral so important? Even mission information forces the executors to participate
At this time, the coffin had been completely nailed to death, and Uncle Chen yelled solemnly: "Qing Ling..."
When the other villagers carried the coffin to the door of the mourning hall, Chen Shugong squinted his eyes and began to circle the coffin, "Anyone who belongs to the snake or sheep should turn around and avoid it and shall not participate in the funeral."
Snake
Xu Lang thought in his heart that he happened to be a snake at the age of 27, and then he glanced at other people, with a questioning expression in his eyes.
Wuming, Rong Chuan, Huang Hui and others all shook their heads, it seemed that they were in line with the rules.
Only John was stunned. Since entering Peach Blossom Village, everything seemed to have nothing to do with him. His existence seemed to be an alien.
But Xu Lang didn't care about him either. He was a snake, and if according to Uncle Chen's intention, he would not be able to participate in the subsequent funeral.
However, this funeral must be related to the direction of the entire mission, which must contain a lot of clues.
If Xu Lang does not go there in person, he will most likely miss it.
In this case, Xu Lang is definitely not reconciled.
Thinking about it this way, Xu Lang felt that these things were nothing more than a formality. Why should it be true? Everything must be based on the task.
As a result, neither he nor the other executors turned around to avoid them, but continued to decide to conceal their participation in the next ceremony.
After being around the coffin for seven and a half laps, Uncle Chen stood still, dipped the water in the cup in his hand with his finger, and then bounced to the four corners of the coffin.
Looking back at Xu Lang and others, "You four boys, come out and install the dragon frame."
"Dragon frame?" Wuming and others were puzzled, Xu Lang waved his hand: "It's the wooden frame for carrying the coffin."
The four began to surround the coffin and buckle the knots prepared in advance, while Huang Hui and Gu Chunxia stood by the side of the mourning hall with their backpacks.
Xu Lang's eyes came to the back of the coffin, and he began to look around as he tied the knot.
The size of this coffin is within the normal range. The pitch-black and shiny black coffin exudes a chilly atmosphere, and Xu Lang has been a little chilly after staying by his side for a long time.
Weird!
This was Xu Lang's first feeling, and the next funeral might not be that simple!
Xu Lang fastened the rope at hand and stretched it twice to make sure it was correct, and then winked at Wuming next to him.
Wuming nodded, waiting for an opportunity!
The four of them got their work done and stood up almost simultaneously.
Uncle Chen came to the front and checked. He was quite satisfied with the work of Xu Lang and others, then smiled and patted Xu Lang on the shoulder, and said quietly, "When we come back, you will understand."
Xu Lang frowned when he heard this, and he couldn't figure out the meaning of this sentence.
But after Chen Shugong finished taking Xu Lang's shoulder, his arm stopped suddenly, as if he was a little bit shocked, and then he buckled Xu Lang's arm, Xu Lang only felt that his left arm suddenly didn't belong to him. It was crisp and numb.
At this moment, Wuming held down the coffin, jumped over from above in an instant, and kicked at Uncle Chen.
However, with such a powerful move, Uncle Chen turned his back slightly and easily dodged it. Even Xu Lang could see the cup in his palm without splashing a single drop of water.
Wuming went forward, but Xu Lang waved his hand: "Nothing."
He could feel that Uncle Chen was not trying to kill him, but was groping for something, which looked like Mogu.
Then Uncle Chen's face became more and more gloomy, and he took his palm off Xu Lang's shoulder, and after a glance at him, he said, "You don't need to participate in the next ceremony."
Xu Lang frowned and did not speak. He once again subverted his cognition. Can Mogu really judge a person's age
Wuming was anxious: "This..."
I saw Uncle Chen, stretched out his hand, and pointed at Huang Hui who was always watching the show, "That girl, you will carry the coffin for him!" (End of this chapter)