When it was dark, the fire in front of the grave was lit, countless nets of the dead fell from the sky, and the wind chimes hanging on the old locust trees nearby came with a pleasant sound, as if the soul of the grave was telling something to his beloved wife in a special form.

In front of the fire, Gao Cuihua held an animal skin drum and kept beating the weird beat, twisting her old body with the beat, which is a shaman dance, a unique folk art form of the Manchurians. In ancient times, the Manchu people used this dance to pray for good weather in the coming year, and used this form to communicate with the gods in the heavens and the ghosts in the earth. Now, Gao Cuihua uses it to record her poignant love with her deceased husband.

At the foot of the hill, a luxury car stopped, and his men put on a mink coat for the old man, and the old man waved his hand to signal that no one should follow him, he did not need any protection.

He staggered step by step towards the hill with his dragon descending wooden crutches. He stood behind the locust forest and silently looked at the familiar back, but in front of him, it was no longer the shadow of Gao Cuihua that had intoxicated her in the past. He didn't speak, he just wanted to look at her quietly, and there were muddy tears in his old eyes, as if the old woman in his eyes was still the kind and pungent lover.

Rattle...... Rattle...... A flock of crows flew down and launched a fierce attack on the uninvited guest.

Tong Sixi didn't hide, he took out a piece of yellow table paper from his sleeve, he didn't know what spell was written on the spell, he silently recited a sentence in his mouth, and then the spell spontaneously combusted in his hand, he opened his hand easily, and the paper ash burned out by the spell was blown into the sky by a yin wind. The crows around were frightened and fled in all directions.

"Who?" Gao Cuihua turned, revealing a chilling gaze under her mask.

"Cui'er......" Tong Sixi choked up.

"You...... Are you ......" Gao Cuihua hesitated, the man in front of him was too old, and the wrinkles on his old face had long covered his former appearance, but the sound he called himself still set Gao Cuihua's memories back twenty years.

"Tong ......? Tong Sixi? Is it you?"

"Cui'er, it's me!"

"You go! You're not welcome here! I don't want to see you again!" Gao Cuihua yelled.

"Why bother? Cui'er, more than twenty years, we are all old, you can't let go of the old grudges? Come with me! I am Chinese now, no one will point fingers behind my back, I have money, I have status, I have the ability to protect my woman!" The arrogant Tong Sixi bowed his head and begged her in front of this ugly woman.

"You go! Who cares about your stinky money? Tong Sixi! You hurt Brother Qi, can your money buy his life back? If I can, I'll go with you!5555......" Tong Sixi once again awakened Gao Cuihua's grievances!

"No! He is to blame! You are mine, he took away my most precious thing Tong Sixi, he should die!" Tong Sixi said fiercely, and then approached Gao Cuihua step by step, stopped in front of Nalan Qiren's lonely grave, and threw a few pieces of paper money into it, this paper money is not a dead currency, but a genuine yuan, even if it is a dead person, he has to insult his former rival in love.

"Tong Sixi, you deceive people too much! I will let you pay for my deceased husband's life today!" Gao Cuihua shouted angrily, and suddenly raised her head, and the mask on her face turned into a demon with a bloody face.

"Cui'er, you save it, he wasn't my opponent back then, and now you are still not my opponent!" Tong Sixi's tone was calm and disdainful.

It's no wonder that Tong Sixi is calm, in that competition back then, in fact, Tong Sixi won, and today, Tong Sixi's golden point technique is already perfect, and the golden point and the god are mutually reinforcing, even if Nalan Qiren lives to this day, he is still not his opponent.

Gao Cuihua saw that the big enemy was able to give up, she had lived in seclusion for many years in order to avenge her deceased husband, and now the big enemy was in front of her, even if she tried her best to fight him.

A hurricane suddenly blew on the hill, and the sand and rocks flew in an instant, and the dark clouds in the sky covered the moon.

Tong Sixi was not in a hurry, as if he had already seen through the trickery of the god tune, he raised the dragon descending wood palm in his hand, the muffled thunder just hit, the dragon descending wood cane trembled twice, and then Tong Sixi slammed into the underground soil, and introduced the explosive thunder into the soil to dissolve.

"Cui'er, you are not my opponent, come with me! You have committed too many sins for Nalan Qiren, and the thief will not bypass you! Only I can save you! Be obedient!" Tong Sixi's taste was gentle like treating a child, and the hearts of those who listened to it were warm.

"I don't need your sympathy!Tong Sixi, today is either you die or I forget, if Gao Cuihua is incompetent, then let me go with my deceased husband!"

"Why bother? people can't be resurrected after death, but the living still have to live, and you owe me back then, Cui'er, why can't you figure it out?"

At this time, Tong Sixi felt that the hairs on his back were counted down, and the cool breeze drilled down his neck and back, and a foul smell hit, he turned around suddenly, only to see a black shadow jumping from the forest. It turned out to be a big dumpling!

Isn't this big dumpling the corpse of the old lady of the Qing Dynasty who was thrown from the old grave of the Feng family a few days ago? Now the corpse is inhabited by the soul of a five-year-old child, and at this moment the soul has been resurrected in a new body. But he will no longer think independently, and he has completely become a puppet in the hands of Gao Cuihua.

The old zombie was dressed in the robe of the last Qing Dynasty, and his body jumped and jumped with his hands raised, and the small hill that would shake every time he jumped. The stench of the corpse came to his nose, and Tong Sixi, who saw it, frowned.

"Cui'er...... You...... Where did you learn to control corpses?" This kung fu is not a door thief, and the most common thing to deal with with corpses in the door is to touch the golden school captain, but even the master Wu Gongyao of the year will not be able to control the big zongzi.

There are two kinds of Chinese folk evil arts that can control the corpse of the deceased, one is the most famous corpse driving technique in Xiangxi, and the other is the corpse control technique of the Western Regions Lamaism. The last few times I wrote about the Mongolian steppe to meet the weak man, the corpse control technique is to control the weak man, although it is similar to the Xiangxi corpse, but one is to send the deceased back to his hometown, and the other is to control the corpse to achieve some insidious purposes, one is good and one is evil.

"Isn't it okay? These are all prepared for you Tong Sixi, you don't seem to have a way to deal with the big zongzi in the Golden Point Technique, right? Tong Sixi, I want to see how you deal with it today?"