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"Master Wang, have you paid attention to that old man? Was she in this posture just now?" I squinted my eyes, my face uncertain.

"Did you see her move?" Master Wang's reaction was even more intense than mine, with a trembling voice.

"I hope it's an illusion." I walked over to the old man. She was obviously a corpse, but there was a pair of cloth shoes under the bed.

What’s even more interesting is that this pair of shoes is placed upside down.

"Is this also a custom in their village?" I couldn't figure it out, so I looked at the live broadcast room. This detail only attracted the attention of a few water friends.

Liu Banxian at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain: "Little friend, I have figured out some of the secrets of this village."

"Please give me a clear explanation from the half-immortal." I walked around and found nothing strange, so I went downstairs with Master Wang. It was really scary to stay with the corpse of this weird old lady.

"The ancestors of this village must have been in the underworld."

"A sinister person?"

Liu Banxian from the Qingcheng Mountain: "Guo Yin is also called Xia Shen or Zou Yin, which means passing from the Yang world to the underworld."

"It is said that people who can survive the underworld will not cry when they are born. According to common sense, children who do not cry will not survive. But not only can they survive, they are also much smarter than other people. They have never been sensible. From the beginning, you know when you will die. The first time a person has passed through the underworld often unconsciously, it happens in his sleep. This is like a natural reaction when the body develops to a certain point. Of course, it is not absolutely certain when the person will die. At a certain age. They remember their dreams very clearly, and they will gradually realize that they are in the underworld. The placement of shoes determines the life and death of the person in the underworld. During the inferno, one of the shoes must be turned over. If If they are all corrected, the people who have passed through the Yin world will wake up, but if they are all turned over, they will never be able to return to the Yang world."

"Banxian, do you mean that this village was founded by people from the underworld?" I stood alone by the wall with my cell phone in hand.

"I just saw a pair of shoes under the couch, leaning up and down, and I felt suspicious. Only people who have lived in the yin world would retain such a habit." Liu Banxian from the foot of Qingcheng Mountain sent out several barrages in succession: "The yin and yang are between yin and yang, and finally The first people who traveled through the Yin may have gotten lost here for various reasons, and over time they formed villages and continued their bloodlines. Most of their descendants should have lost the ability to travel through the Yin, but it is not ruled out that some people have extraordinary talents, just like before. That disfigured girl is probably the only yin person left in this village who can freely travel between yin and yang."

Liu Banxian's analysis is not unreasonable. If this village was founded by the descendants of people who have passed through the Yin, it can also explain why there is a custom in the village of living people and dead people living in the same family, and empty buildings with open doors and coffins.

Here, the boundaries between life and death are blurred.

"This is the weirdest village I have ever seen. That's all. Just stay here Ansheng. I won't think too much about optional tasks. As long as I can save my life." After taking a look at Master Wang and Feng Minglong, it's up to us. Three people have no ability to fight against an entire village.

Looking out through the door of the stone building, some lights suddenly lit up in the dark village, and sporadically, the doorways of some stone buildings and earthen houses were lit with white wax.

"What are you doing?"

The dirt roads that cross the village from north to south are illuminated by these candlelights. The flames sway in the cold wind, lengthening the shadows of the houses.

Not long after, the sound of suona came from the entrance of the village, which was extremely sad.

The sound of the suona was just the beginning. Like a signal, the sound of gongs and drums gradually began to sound.

"This is what Lu Shan and others call welcoming the gods." I stood sideways in the house to prevent others from seeing me, and looked at the people at the entrance of the village with the help of my eyes.

There were suonas, noisy music, gongs and drums, and a few people in large colorful robes were playing and playing at the front of the procession. They all wore paper masks, with baby faces painted on them, and their movements were exaggerated, as if they were dancing.

"The clothes are so colorful, it looks like there is a wedding banquet, but the music played is shrill and scary, and it seems like they are mourning. I don't understand, I really don't understand." Master Wang hid on the other side of the door frame: "What do you two think? without?"

"Why do you care so much? Maybe it's the local custom. Can't you two just stay in the house? If you are discovered and caught, wouldn't it be a betrayal of the Lushan family's kindness to us? ?" Feng Minglong stood behind me, sticking his head out from time to time, curious about what was happening outside, but also worried about being exposed.

"Don't make any noise, just wait and see what happens."

The procession at the entrance of the village began to move, with gongs and drums beating in front to clear the way. In the middle were four middle-aged men carrying a special sedan. Among them was the man who was sitting in the stone building at the entrance. Although he was also wearing a mask, But I still recognized his special handmade clothes at a glance.

The sedan is not big and there is no one inside. The whole body of the sedan is covered with bright red embroidered velvet with pictures of the Eight Immortals. Two large dragons are embroidered on the top of the sedan, which is covered with a large hemp rope net. The middle of the sedan top is decorated with a long piece of white silk.

"Red and white sedan?" I have never seen such a weird sedan. In the past, weddings in the countryside always used red sedans to bring good luck. This red and white sedan looks really weird.

I tilted my phone out of the door and looked down at the live broadcast room: "Banxian, this sedan is empty and no one is sitting there. It has a big red hood, but there is a white silk on the top. Who do you think they are planning to let sit in this sedan?" ?”

Liu Banxian at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain: "It's draped in red and white. This is called a soul sedan. The customs vary from place to place. I can't make random guesses. I can only be sure that this sedan is definitely not for people to sit on."

I nodded silently and thought of the word Lu Shan had said before - welcoming the gods.

"There is a double-faced Buddha statue in the stone building. If every household is like this, then the god they welcome is the Double-faced Buddha, right?" I was shocked by my guess. In my impression, the Double-faced Buddha is the same as the double-faced Buddha. The existence of the same level as the mastermind behind the underworld show is far beyond what I can deal with now.

"It's difficult to handle. Assuming that everyone in the village is a believer in the Double-faced Buddha, once I show up, not only will my identity be discovered, but I will also be besieged by the whole village." This village is weird and unpredictable, and my life I'm not familiar with the place. If I really have a conflict with them, I will definitely be the one who suffers.

"It seems that I have to keep a low profile. My identity must not be exposed." I was a little glad that I didn't smash the double-faced Buddha statue just for points. I took a step back, hiding my body in the shadows, and only used the phone screen to watch what was happening outside. Team.

"People in the village will welcome the gods on this day. Lu Xing also happened to get on the bus on this day. Is he originally from this village? Or did he receive the order from the Double-Faced Buddha and come here specially to cooperate with the villagers to complete the ceremony? "At the level of the Double-Faced Buddha, his vision is different from that of ordinary people, and everything he casually arranges has profound meanings, not to mention that he sacrificed so many disabled believers in order to send Lu Xing here.

The procession of villagers welcoming the gods slowly approached, and the gongs and drums were playing in a lively manner, but the people accompanying them all wore masks, no one spoke, and the expressions on their faces could not be seen.

"These people are really scary." Feng Minglong muttered in a low voice. It's no wonder he had such a reaction. The dirt road was dark, with buildings with half-open doors on both sides. Pewter wax was lit every few meters, and the firelight shone on that area. The faces of the paper dolls are crying and laughing, just like a hundred ghosts walking in the night.

The team quickly passed by the gate of the stone building. The three of us outsiders didn't dare to come out and hid in the house.

Only when the sound of the suona drifted away did we dare to show our heads and watch.

"Have you gone far?" Master Wang was the first to stick his head out, and he froze when he reached halfway.

"What's wrong?"

Feng Minglong and I also looked outside, and happened to see a child who had fallen behind in the middle of the dirt road, looking directly at the three of us.

"Being, discovered!"

The child was only as high as my knees, and his little face was completely covered by a paper mask. His expression could not be seen, only the weird patterns drawn on the paper mask could be seen.

"He seems to be smiling?"

None of the three of us had any idea. This straggler was a complete surprise.

The procession to welcome the gods gradually moved away. The child looked at us for a long time with his paper face on. Instead of shouting or making any noise, he started running unsteadily, chasing the long procession ahead.

"It's a false alarm." Feng Minglong breathed a sigh of relief and hid in the room with his back against the wall. Master Wang and I had gloomy eyes, and we both had some bad premonitions in our hearts.