"This road is absolutely not to be walked at night. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Wushuang said.

"Huh...... What's the matter, Brother Shuang, too, are you scared?" Na Xiu smiled, and the two of them could only use this way to alleviate the visual impact caused by those corpses.

"You don't make fun of my brother, I'm not a god, it's a person with limited guts, I don't mean I'm afraid, but I feel too cruel, and I feel panicked when I see more. So, feudal superstition is unacceptable!"

Wushuang added: "In fact, to a certain extent, this is also a minority culture, and the girls who were crucified on the tree may be proud of the moment they die, because few people are qualified to be dedicated to the river god, at least they are the pride of the clan." ”

"Okay, maybe Brother Shuang is right, every nation has its own traditions, and we outsiders will never be able to understand it. But Brother Shuang, it seems to be ...... You and I ...... Now it's the same nation, right? Yesterday, I heard Sister Caidie say that your true identity is actually a descendant of the Blue Flag? We are all descendants of the Jurchens. ”

Wushuang is right, our brothers have a good relationship, and I don't feel that there is anything to be proud of for my own identity. Speaking of cruelty, we are more cruel than anyone else, the three massacres in Jiading and the ten days in Yangzhou are no less inferior than the Nanjing Massacre in Little Japan. In the past, I always said that the Manchus were Tartar dogs, which was a big joke, and in the end I was also a descendant of the Manchus. Hey!

"What's that? At least you and I are of the same nation as me, and there is a lot less estrangement between you and my family, and it will be easier for our two families to move around. "That's still a half-old child, so it's a bit simple.

Wushuang shook his head, since he talked about this topic, he had to give a good advice. "Well, if you still treat your brother as a good brother, don't mention it to others again, especially your daughter-in-law and Nalan Hong, do you know that I am the descendant of the family with the blue flag? I am a descendant of Shuerhaqi, and you Yehenalan is an orthodox person with the yellow flag, a real relative of the imperial family, and a supporter of the Aixinjue Luo clan, what about us? We are thieves! Our family was deprived of the title as early as Emin Belle's generation. ”

The two couldn't help but talk farther and farther away, so it's okay, at least they don't have to put all their minds on this terrible female corpse.

Suddenly, at this moment, the little black cat jumped off the shoulder, and a pair of small ears swayed back and forth, as if hearing something strange.

"Someone is coming, about a dozen or so, what should I do? Kill or ......" That is not very old and is a kind child, but if he is allowed to kill, he is more ruthless than anyone else.

"Let's hide and see what happens. He leaned against the old locust tree, hugged the trunk with both hands, and climbed up after a few strokes.

A silver wire shot out, wrapped around a thick branch on the top, and then swung up, flying up like the Spider-Man in the movie. The little black cat looked back and saw that his master had gone up the tree, and he climbed up with him.

The two of them covered themselves with the dense branches and leaves of the old locust tree, and looked vigilantly in the direction of the source of the footsteps. At first, the first thing that caught my eye was two men striking gongs.

The two men were strong and strong, both wearing the traditional Qing Bu tank tops, with white shirts underneath, and a small black and white hat on top of their heads, the shape of which looked very similar to the kind worn by the Muslims, but on closer inspection, it was slightly different, more like some kind of top hat worn on festive days.

The two of them walked in the front, beating the gong in their hands rhythmically as they went, and the birds in the forest were scattered in all directions.

Wushuang tilted his head to carefully examine their legends, and the more he looked at them, the more familiar they became, and he said: "These people should be the Baoan people who have been living in the Yellow River Valley of Gansu for thousands of years, as reported on TV. But today is not a big day, why are you dressed so festively?"

"It's not easy? Festive days are either festivals or red events. Naxiu's eyes were faster than Wushuang, and he had already seen a large red sedan chair following the two gong strikers.

"Yo, it's better to come early than to come at a good time?" I'm calling in my stomach, and the dumplings Caidie brought to me are not enough for the two of us to eat, so let's go before we go?"

"Haha...... Brother Shuang is really good at laughing, we came from over there, in front of this is the Yellow River in addition to the corpse, so where do you say this sedan chair for the bride is going? I don't think we can drink this wedding wine. But Brother Shuang is right, it's better to come early than to come by chance, maybe we can save the bride's life!"

Just now, he saw those innocent girls being brutally crucified on the old locust tree and sacrificed to the king of the Yellow River, and now, it is estimated that there must be another corpse of a girl who is about to be cold in this big sedan chair. Since the two of them have passed by since then, how can they ignore it?

"I just like your character, hehe...... Just like when I was younger!"

"Brother Shuang's stinky mouth doesn't let go of anyone's cheapness, don't you? Let's stop talking about it, how about it, will you take the lead or me will take the lead for a while? Will these people of the security clan kill or not?" This kid doesn't look at his age, and his means of killing people are by no means ambiguous. There were no less than hundreds of unjust ghosts who died under his silver threads. That is, bow down under Bai Su's pomegranate skirt in the end, or the young man wanders the rivers and lakes and doesn't know how happy he is now.

Wushuang said brother, don't be impulsive, this is an internal matter of the human family, let's take a look at it, the question is whether the bride inside is willing to sacrifice herself to the river god, if people are willing, then let's not do more, ethnic minorities are very superstitious, we do this but break the rules of others.

"I don't believe that there are people in the world who are willing to die. ”

The two of them sat on the branches of the big tree, leaning leisurely against the branches, and watched the large sedan chair carried by eight people pass under them.

(We have to explain in advance that in the past, readers often said that I mentioned a lot of ethnic minorities in my books, some people looked at the culture of ethnic minorities, and some people said that I had just smeared ethnic minorities.) First of all, I apologize to all of you, it may be that you have misunderstood your reading. The stories I tell you here, most of them have circles, and any ethnic group, any tribe, has its own customs, especially in remote mountainous areas.