A Sword Through the Nine Heavens

　　 There are four people in the backyard of Chen Erzhuang. They usually help others to lift the coffin. This kind of strength and strength can only be done by the old and the rough. These four people are born with a big waist and dark muscles. It seems plain.

　　If you have to say something is wrong, I am afraid that at the moment all four guys are doing the work. Every buddy is carving camphor wood with a carving knife, and carving camphor wood into a wooden man, the technique is quite skillful.

　　 The wood chips fell to the ground in the yard, and they fluttered gently.

　　 It is very strange that these camphor trees were just cut down, but after they reached their hands, the trees seemed to have been dried for a long time, and the bark was peeled off easily with a planer, without any sense of jerky.

Chen Erzhuang went straight through the courtyard and locked himself in the house. He didn't know what he was doing. The other guys didn't ask. Even Chen Erzhuang didn't raise his head when he walked past. Do your own thing.

One of the folks has carved a wooden man almost the same. This wooden man is an old woman, very old, with wrinkles on his face, and old spots, and the slight sense of vicissitudes in the corners of his eyes are also perfectly outlined. It is difficult to imagine the eyes. A big and old man can do this kind of carving.

　　The speed of his carving is not slow, just like everyone's girl embroidery, the carving knife on his hand is very dexterous, and the wood chips fall down, showing the other parts of the old woman's body perfectly. After spending about two hours, the old woman has taken shape.

　　 Buddy picked up the brush next to it, and it was very shocking that the paint on his brush was all red. And when the paintbrush dipped in red paint fell on the wooden man, it changed into other colors, such as skin color, age spots, eyebrows, lips, and even scar color on the wooden man!

　　 One color is transformed into various colors on a person, and the image of the old woman is vividly displayed!

　　The only thing that is quite puzzling is that the eyes of the old lady are still only the color of wood, and they are not colored, just like the few wooden people lying beside the coffin in the shop.

　　 Then the man walked to the store in front, took out a pair of shrouds, and put them on for the old lady. Then I moved the old woman into the house where Chen Erzhuang had just entered, and then continued to move a camphor tree, planed skin, carved...

　　 Muyu cast himself on an invisible formation. He had been watching the work of the four guys far away from the backyard of Chen Erzhuang, but his doubts grew deeper.

　　 He always felt that there was a very powerful guy in the courtyard of Chen Erzhuang who was watching against him, and that kind of feeling was very strong, so Muyu didn't take the risk of approaching directly and kept waiting for opportunities.

　　However, throughout the morning, the four guys were only doing carving work there, with no extra expression on their faces.

　　 In the afternoon, a woman came to Chen Erzhuang with a sad face. She is a villager in the next village named Xinghua. Her mother died last night and came over to Chen Erzhuang to cook her funeral.

　　 There are dozens of small villages, large and small, and seven or eight large villages. The total number of people is tens of thousands. Chen Erzhuang is the only one who does dead business.

　　 It's hard to be sure about life, death, old age, sickness and death. Sometimes Chen Erzhuang won't usher in a business for a month, and sometimes he has to catch several trips a day. Life and things are impermanent, and Chen Erzhuang knows better than anyone else.

　　Chen Erzhuang expressionlessly helped Xinghua to choose the utensils to be used in the funeral, from the joss sticks to the coffin to the shroud paper money and the burial of the dead. There are many customs of funerals in the countryside, including what candles to burn, a few incense sticks, when to call the soul, and when to chase the soul. These Chen Erzhuang are all familiar.

　　Doing business in vain, one advantage is that the family of the deceased will not bargain with you for the price of the coffin shroud and so on.

　　According to the birth date, the funeral is scheduled for the next day.

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　　 Muyu has been paying attention to Chen Erzhuang's movements, and he has also seen those strange and realistic wooden people. The wood figures carved out by these camphor trees are still plants in the end, which can be controlled by wooden feathers.

　　As long as Muyu is willing, he can even let these wooden people move their muscles, stand up and walk around twice. Xiaoshuai is more playful. It always encourages Muyu to let the wooden people dance, but considering the person in the dark, Muyu naturally refused.

　　 The red paint that colored the wood man exudes a rotten musty smell. I don't know what it is made of, and the taste is very rich.

　　 This kind of paint can automatically change into the color of the human body after meeting the wooden man. Such a fascinating scene is definitely not what mortals can do.

　　 Muyu just went back and asked Lao Xutou. In the past, people in the village only knew that Chen Erzhuang was a good hand at the paper-cutters. He didn't know that he would also sculpt the wooden man, not to mention his four big and thick folks.

　　 His four folks are people from nearby villages. They are all rough-worked men. I have never heard of carving such delicate work.

It looks as if Chen Erzhuang and his four friends suddenly became masters of carving in a short time, and Old Xu Tou also very surely told Mu Yu that he had never heard of anyone who used wooden people when he was sent to the funeral. .

Mu Yu became more and more curious about Chen Erzhuang's abnormal behavior, but Chen Erzhuang had been staying in his room and couldn't come out. Only the man sent him into Chen Erzhuang's room after carving a wooden man. Zhuang's rooms are closed.

　　Just watched for a whole day, Muyu still found nothing. Early next morning

, Chen Erzhuang and his four buddies had carried an empty coffin to Xinghua's house, and the sacrifice candles were placed in the empty coffin.

　　 After they left, the dangerous breath in Chen Erzhuang's courtyard gradually disappeared, making Mu Yu feel very strange, as if this strange breath trailed on Chen Erzhuang. However, Mu Yu had contacted Chen Erzhuang that day, and he didn't find anything strange in him.

　　 Muyu infiltrated into the backyard, and the wooden people who had not finished carving were still placed in the backyard. The corners of the yard are stacked with the trunks of camphor trees. There is a large dye tank next to them, all of which are filled with red colored paint, and a pungent rotten smell comes out.

　　 "What the **** are these made of? Who vomited the overnight meal?" Xiaoshuai asked in disgust.

　　 Muyu couldn't bear this strange smell. He took a long spoon next to it, scooped it, and took it to his eyes to check it. This looks very strange, if there are outsiders, you will feel Muyu's movements like tasting this disgusting thing.

　　 "Do you want the little mouse to try a bite, anyway you eat everything." Long Vine suggested.

　　 "Big earthworms have a strong taste, you can try it." Xiaoshuai didn't open his mouth when he said this, but gathered his voice in everyone's mind.

　　 Muyu shook it a little, and wrapped the red paint with her spirit. When he followed the dead wood to study "The Book of Poison", Wen Dan's ability to know the prescription was very powerful, and he also defeated many young talented pharmacists of the Danding school.

　　 Each substance has different fluctuations on spiritual power. Based on this difference, the type and dosage of each herb can be judged.

　　 But when Muyu wrapped the red paint with spiritual power, he was surprised to find that the red paint was not composed of anything complicated at all, only an unknown thing. This kind of thing Muyu has never encountered before, and the fluctuation of the spiritual force it produces is very strange to Muyu.

　　 "Strange, what the **** is this?"

　　 Muyu is familiar with the fluctuations of spiritual power produced by various monster blood, heart powder, plant roots and pollen, etc., but he can't judge what this disgusting thing is made of.

　　 "No matter what, can we keep the spoon so close?" Xiaoshuai has been drilling into Muyu's clothes, wanting to stay away from this nauseating thing.

　　 The smell filled the whole yard, but the four guys did not frown even when they were carving, and their concentration was also great.

　　 Muyu put the spoon back, walked through the yard full of wood chips, and walked toward Chen Erzhuang's room.

　　Chen Erzhuang stayed here during the day, and the folks carved the statues and moved them to this room. Muyu saw from the number of wood chips and camphor trees in the yard that they carved at least a dozen wooden people.

　　 "A dozen wooden people are placed in this room, which is not too crowded." Mu Yu pushed open the door, walked into the room, and saw the scene of the room, slightly startled!

　　 There is only one bed in the room, and nothing else!

　　 "Huh?" Xiaoshuai also protruded his head. He sniffed slightly, wagging his tail, and said, "Muha, I seem to smell like a burial valley."

　　 Muyu also found something strange. This room seemed to be filled with the special yin qi of Chaobu Valley, but this yin qi seemed to be absent, and it was impossible to tell where the source was. The most strange thing is that this yin qi seems to be able to disturb his perception. He can't perceive the whereabouts of the wooden man through his ability to control the wood.

　　Where have these wooden people gone?

　　 He remembered that the four guys clearly carved wooden men, painted them, and moved them into this room. However, the whole room was empty and there were no wooden people. Apart from a bed and quilt, there were no basic furniture for the tables and chairs.

　　 Muyu glanced around, and still found no trace of a wooden man. He looked at the bed that could accommodate two people sleeping. The bed was also made of camphor wood. The bed was very low, and the sheets fell to the ground, covering the bottom of the bed.

　　 Perhaps because of the door opening, a sheet of wind blew the sheets, and it looked as if someone was pulling the sheets under the bed.

　　 "Won't those wooden people hide under the bed?" Xiaoshuai muttered.

　　 Muyu was also unsure, but it was too unreasonable to want to hide more than a dozen wooden people under the bed. At most, two or three would not fit. After all, those wooden people are almost the same size as real people.

　　 He walked into the bed slowly, squatted down, slowly opened the sheets, and looked towards the bottom of the bed—

　　 There is only a toolbox without a cover under the bed, and two pairs of cloth shoes~www.wuxiaspot.com~ There is nothing else.

　　The wooden man is not under the bed, as if disappeared out of thin air.

　　 Muyu pulled the toolbox out, and the toolbox contained only ordinary planing knives and carving knives, which looked brand new, like a new one.

　　 "Kiha, don't you feel the presence of the pattern?" Long Fuji asked.

　　 Muyu shook his head. If there was a formation, it would be impossible for him to conceal his owner of the formation gate.

The mysterious guy set up a distressed array for all the villagers. This distressed array is not worth mentioning in front of Muyu. Muyu can also assume that the opponent's array is actually not high, which is better than that of the array. The disciple is stronger.

　　Chen Erzhuang is a mortal. Where did he move those wooden people?

　　 "Will there be any gangsters or something like that? Those wooden men may have been hiding somewhere else." Xiaoshuai said.

　　 Muyu looked around, this kind of house is independent, there can be no dark grid, even if there is, it is impossible to hide so many wooden people underground. He spread his spiritual power underground, and found that the ground was just hard land.

　　 "creak-creak -"

　　 A gust of wind blew from outside, but the room suddenly made a creepy creak, and the sound was from—

　　 Muyu suddenly raised his head and looked at the ceiling. It didn’t matter. Rao was shocked when he was a master!