However, since the other party dares to shout openly, it means that they are not black goods. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 InfoThe people in the business of doing this business, whether it is the South or the North, have their own slogans. Wherever you go, if you encounter special circumstances, you will shout loudly, pass on information to passers-by, tell passers-by what sect they are, and hope that friends will enjoy a face and let them go.

"Master, are you a peer?" asked Yun Qiang.

"I guess so. "Wushuang can't be sure, Yunnan, Guichuan and Sichuan are mostly ethnic minorities, and there are many customs of ethnic minorities, and they can't compare people with the rivers and lakes in Northeast China.

"I don't think so, I heard that most of the goods in the mountains of the three southwestern provinces are caravans, and the caravans must rely on horses on mountain roads to transport goods, but I didn't hear the sound of horses' hooves?" Yun Qiang understands the habits of horses, that is, he can hear horses walking a kilometer away.

Wushuang wanted to avoid it, but this Yin Mountain was a barren mountain, with steep strange rocks on the left and right, and there was not even a single grass, so there was no way to hide people. Although the other party spoke with a local accent, it is estimated that it must be the terminology of the newspaper, so it is likely that they are also passing by, so there shouldn't be any big problems. Wushuang thought to himself.

"Let's get out of the way, let them pass first, remember that no matter who the other party is, as long as they don't do it, let's not do it, Qiangzi, especially you, put the gun away!" Wushuang scolded Yun Qiang.

Yun Qiang, a grassland beast, has a lot of temperament since he followed Wushuang, and Yun Qiang used to be a sideways figure on the prairie. Now it's good that wherever he goes, the young master ordered him to be careful. However, it smoothed out the angular temperament of this strong man a lot. So much so that he achieved the powerful Yun Ye on the rivers and lakes later.

Bang bang bang bang ...... After three gongs sounded, someone shouted loudly: "Happy God crosses the border, and no one is near!"

Hearing his shout, Wushuang snapped into a wit. He said to himself, it can't be such a coincidence, right? Why did all the evil things happen to me?

"What kind of happy gods? Grandma's, what are the customs of the southern barbarians? Picking up the bride in the middle of the night?" Yun Qiang didn't understand the customs of the southwest mountainous area, thinking that the happy god meant that people had happy events.

"Brother, I heard my grandfather tell me when I was a child, didn't we meet ......" Ma Ya stopped talking, looking back from time to time.

Walking through the fork of the Yin Ridge, a group of dark shadows walked over very slowly. The leader was a man dressed in a black robe, wearing a felt hat on his head, wearing a mille-feuille bottom on his feet, tall and ugly, carrying a small stick on his left and right, and playing a small gong in his right hand. Perhaps sensing someone nearby, he struck the gong and shouted the words in his mouth.

The man was followed by a strange procession, there were five people in the team, four of them did not walk with their feet, but with their feet, they jumped very frequently, and the four of them put their hands on the shoulders of their companions in front of them, and the companions jumped up and jumped forward with their feet off the ground, and the people behind them also jumped forward. And the frequency with which they beat depends entirely on the rhythm of the gong struck by the leader of the man.

At the end was followed by a young man in a red robe, the young man was about seventeen or eighteen years old, and his figure was also very burly and ugly, but it was obvious that he was an apprentice, and his expression was very nervous, and he looked into the darkness of the wilderness from time to time. The young man was carrying a cloth bag, and he took out a wad of dark coins from the bag and threw them above his head, and the dark coins fell like snowflakes one after another, and were swept away by a mountain wind.

Ma Ya covered her mouth in horror and hid behind Wushuang, so frightened that she didn't dare to squeak.

"What the is this forged here, why does it stink so much?" Yun Qiang shouted without knowing what was at stake.

"We met the corpse chaser, and the joy god in their mouth is the walking corpse. Wushuang said.

"What's the matter? Isn't it in Xiangxi to drive out the corpses? Why are they all here in Yunnan?"

Wushuang told him that this corpse drive was not a unique custom in Xiangxi. The southwestern provinces are mountainous and rugged mountain roads, and the ancients were difficult to travel in other places, and if the corpse was transported back by normal official roads, the cost would be higher, so they would hire local toasts or Taoist priests who knew magic to walk and escort the corpse back to their hometown in a very special way. In fact, the Yunguichuan generation still has corpses so far, but ordinary people rarely see it.

In addition, the act of chasing corpses has rarely appeared in modern times, and even if they are seen, they may not really be chasing corpses, and many criminals use corpses as a guise to transport black goods through people's fear of corpse removal customs. Just liberated the four old, a pair of Red Guards did not believe in evil, found a corpse team in the mountains, the young men were just the blood and gas Fang Gang, where to care about those taboos, rushed up to stop the corpse team, carefully checked and finally found that the corpses jumping in the team turned out to be dressed as living people, and these people were wearing wide robes, and the robes were sandwiched with generations of "crow soil".

"Grandma, dare to love this game should have an inside story? I'll see if these are corpses in a while, if the living Lao Tzu shoots them with one shot!" Yun Qiang picked up the shotgun.

"Can you stop a little? Do you understand that the locals follow the customs? Even if they are really black, we don't need to expose others, and we are no better than others. They are all brothers on the road, make it convenient for each other, turn a blind eye! Let's hide this time, we can't hide, don't talk for a while, if that's really a corpse, the gods are forbidden to yang, it's easy to cheat the corpse. Stand aside and let them go. Wushuang used his arm to stretch the two of them apart, letting them step aside first, leaving a complete path for the strange team.

The person at the head has already seen the three of Wushuang, and he is also stunned, he has debuted for so many years, as long as he shouts the password of the god of joy in the mountains, no one has ever dared to show his head. This is a local custom, and it is not good to walk opposite the god of joy, and it is unlucky. Once the yang energy of the living person is too heavy and is sucked in by the passing god of joy, and the corpse chaser is a novice again, it will definitely cheat the corpse.

The corpse chaser stopped, the rhythm of the gong gradually slowed down, and the first Xishen arm that followed behind him finally pressed on the corpse chaser's shoulder, and he also stopped, followed by the three corpses behind him.

The four corpses were stiff and pale, their eyes wide open, but there was no life in their pupils. Judging from their faces, Wushuang could see that this was indeed a team of dead corpses, and this might be the real corpse chaser.

"Duan, hurry!" the corpse chaser looked at the three people not far away vigilantly, reminding the apprentice. The apprentice behind him was still a little dumbfounded, so he ran up and asked the master what was wrong. The master shook his head helplessly, it seems that this apprentice still has to go through another experience.