Ma Chengfeng rubbed his eyes, and when he looked for it again, the person had already disappeared without a trace, as if he had never been here. Everyone else did their own thing, and no one noticed the appearance of the black-robed man.

Lan Caidie said that in fact, the old crow village Tusi people are good, this old crow village don't look at the belief is a little weird, but they are not competitive, they have always lived in the mountains and the world has no quarrel, his son also had a relationship with himself a few years ago, if it were not for himself as a descendant of Hongjuan, I am afraid that the old crow village would have gone to propose marriage.

"I'm telling you, I went to see the corpse just now, and something is wrong with the corpse." Lan Caidie said mysteriously.

The corpse is now lying in the coffin of the mourning hall, and the coffin is covered with a jubilant red cloth, and the corpse is purple under the red cloth, and it is not a natural death at first glance. Judging from Lan Caidie's experience, it was a kind of Gu poison. But she couldn't tell what kind of poison it was, and how to solve it.

"Don't you even recognize it? In Xiangxi, there is still a Gu poison that your Lan family doesn't recognize? Who did the old crow village offend? ”

"If you simply compare Gu techniques, our Hongjuanmen and Lan families may not be comparable to the descendants of the Long family, but I also thought about it just now, the Long family of Miao Zuzhai and Lao Crow Village have always had nothing to do with each other, so it is said that they will not be so poisonous, right? Forget it, the dead are dead, and they can't be saved, you have sharp eyes, you can help me look at it more in a while, if you see Atali tell me, I'll go over there and say hello to the toasts in the other villages, you are free, don't be polite. After Lan Caidie finished speaking, she took a bowl of rice wine and toasted the seniors and toasters one by one.

Although it is a joy and mourning, no matter what nationality or folk customs, who is willing to see the dead? Behind Ma Chengfeng is the mourning hall, and only the old crow village toast in the mourning hall is still silently accompanying his son's coffin. Ma Chengfeng walked up to him with his hands behind his back, handed him a cigarette, and then looked down at the coffin, which was covered with a red cloth, which had already covered the face of the corpse. Normally, as long as it is not an accidental death, or the body is incomplete, or the mind is hideous, the deceased will be visited by relatives and friends before the burial.

"Lord Tusi's festival mourns and changes, people can't be resurrected after death. I...... Can I take a look? ”

Tusi raised his head, his nose was red and swollen, and he was already in tears, and he sobbed and asked, "Young man, you Han people also know Gu?" Please. ”

Ma Chengfeng stretched out his hand to lift the lid and lifted the red cloth on the corpse, and glanced inside, and immediately frowned, the death of this corpse was terrifying enough, the expression of the whole face was distorted, but it was much more evil than Lan Caidie's description, his eyes were round, bleeding from seven holes, the fingers of his hands were bent like chicken paws, and his feet were straight.

"Hiss......" Ma Chengfeng looked at Toast in surprise, Toast reached out and grabbed the red cloth and covered his son's body again. Even if the blue butterfly comes, everyone is dead, and it's useless to watch!

"Fairy grass? Is it the smell of fairy grass? "Ma Chengfeng is too familiar with this smell, not only is the corpse hideous, but the blood flowing from the seven holes is also accompanied by a strange fragrance of fairy grass." Your son provoked the Falling Flower Cave Girl? ”

Toast sighed under his breath and shook his hand helplessly. It seems that every tribal leader has raised a son who covets beauty! His son is much bolder than Long Baichuan, and he dares to provoke the girl of the Falling Flower Cave, and he will not die a hundred times.

In the blink of an eye, the sun sets, the old crow village is lit with torches and candles, and everyone follows the sacrifice in the village to complete the final sacrifice, and it will wait until 12 o'clock at midnight to bury the auspicious time. But since it's an in-law, there must be a female corpse that is married to a male corpse, right? It's 1o o'clock in the middle of the night, and I still don't see anyone outside sending the female corpse over.

After nightfall, those large and small crows above the cottage can come out to hunt, Rao is the blue butterfly told them the origin of the name of the old crow village, everyone is also dumbfounded, these crows can no longer be described as a "group", the top of the head is a large area of black pressure, it is actually a cloud covering the sun, a trace of moonlight can not shine down. The crows quacked and chirped, as if they were also using their own way to send the young master on his last ride.

"Why do I think these crows have big heads? Where have we seen it? He whispered to the man. Na Xi's attention was not here, he had been carefully observing the Tusi of these minority villages.

"Huh...... I know you're amazing, but don't tell me you can even tell the crows now? What's wrong? I'll catch you a fly in a moment, and you tell me if it's male or female? Bragging doesn't hit drafts! ”

"I'm not kidding, it seems to be a crow raised by Ananda."

"Isn't that normal? The old ghost likes to raise crows, and after he dies, his crows have no one to feed, so they will naturally run out to find food to eat. Didn't you listen to Lan Caidie? The Bai people of Lao Crow Village have worshiped these guys as gods for generations, and people here are just eating and waiting for death, and they are not allowed to fly here? Xiangxi is not opened by your family! "I don't even want to say that.

"I hope so." Although the crow has spirituality and is the smartest of the birds, Ma Chengfeng has never had a good impression of this kind of bird, not only him, but probably most people in our country do not like crows, crows are unlucky, and magpies are diametrically opposed, crows are mourning birds. In fact, magpies are not necessarily more festive, it is purely a misunderstanding of our Chinese, and there are many magpies living near the old grave in the mountains.

Bang dang...... It happened to be midnight, and there was a sound of striking the gong in front of the old crow village, and then the firecrackers and suona thundered non-stop. It's like when it's a happy event with a living person, the mother's family send-off party is generally grand. It's just that this send-off team did not come with a big red sedan chair, but a big red coffin!

"Bad habits! Ay! The ugliness of human nature! Professor Monalo said with a sigh as he stood aside.

The traditional concept of the Chinese believes that the biggest thing in a person's life is to marry, and those who do not marry are equivalent to walking in the world in vain, and they cannot even be buried in the ancestral grave, and they are not considered adults. If you can't marry when you're alive, you can marry after you die, and the bride who marries the dead is naturally also the bride of the dead. It has been much better in the past few years, and in the past years, especially in the remote mountainous areas far away from the emperor of the mountain, there were often female corpses. Even if it is an old lady in her eighties, or even if it is rotten and only bones and slag remain, it is possible that someone will dig it up and marry a teenager and a half-year-old. Of course, the corpse of a young and beautiful woman who has just died is the best to sell, and it can also be sold for a good price. If you are unmarried, it is even better, but such "good goods" are hard to come by.

(End of chapter)

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