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Then the old man entered the house again, and not long after, he walked out tremblingly.

I saw a few more things in the old man's hands.

A table made of black walnut.

On the table were a censer and several plates with various pastries and fruits.

The innkeeper Xiang Xi's body, holding these things with some difficulty, was walking towards the door step by step.

When Wang Ye saw this, he wanted to help, but Zhao Yi sternly stopped him:

"This is the rule for walking dead to enter the store, don't interfere!"

Hearing this, Wang Ye could only retreat behind Zhao Yi again, looking curiously.

When they saw these things in the hands of the elderly, several people felt a little puzzled.

Why did you take out these things?

What is it for? Offering offerings or offering sacrifices?

Seeing that Zhao Yi was so clear, the old man had already decided in his heart that this must be the corpse slayer.

It's just that Zhao Yi's appearance is so majestic, he still wants to observe and confirm carefully.

After all, this carpenter

It hasn't appeared for a long time.

Even if he was the owner of the inn, he only learned about it from his father's generation, and he had never seen this legendary ancient profession with his own eyes.

Looking at Zhao Yi's performance at this time, he had no doubts about Zhao Yi's identity.

"Master walker, please wait a while."

The old man in the inn bowed to Zhao Yi, and Xiang Yan's body was about to knock on the table.

Zhao Yi naturally won't blame it, nodded and said lightly:

"It's okay, please do it yourself."

"Thank you, master walker."

The old man in the inn did not straighten up, but raised his head slightly, staring at the objects on the table.

Sudden!

He stretched out his hands violently and began to shift the position of the things on the table back and forth.

The swiftness and swiftness of the movements are completely different from what they should be at this age.

At the same time, his mouth is not idle, and he mumbles softly;

"Ghosts, ghosts, and monsters, get rid of evil and avoid harm, stay in Nandou on the left, and ask for seven stars on the right.."

27 Wang Ye and the others opened their eyes in confusion.

What is this doing?

What kind of strange mysterious ritual?

What I said in my mouth seems to be a curse

A few people look at me, I look at you.

No one understands what the old man is doing.

However, after walking around the table a few times, the old man came to the table without any hesitation, and directly picked up the porcelain white jug on the table.

In everyone's surprised and puzzled eyes, the old man dropped the wine in the jug to the ground.

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When you spill the wine, you don't just pour it straight down, but sway it in your hand, as if painting something with the wine on the ground.

Just as several people were discussing, the old man's hand movement finally stopped. He held the bottom of the porcelain white jug in one hand and placed it on the table respectfully, while praying three times toward the place where the incense burner was placed. .

Immediately afterwards, the old man slowly came in front of Zhao Yi and moved the table aside. This was considered Shang opened the door to welcome him in.

Zhao Yi did not speak, nodded lightly at the old man, turned around and prepared to control the corpse.

Several people who had been waiting for the opportunity immediately gathered around, and Ma Baoer asked curiously:

"Director, what was the old man doing just now? That white wine is pretty good, why did you say that you just spilled the wine?"

Zhao Yi heard the words and said softly:

"This is called corpse cover up with wine and wine in the business of folk corpse shoveling in western Hunan."

"Sprinkle wine to hide the body?"

"What's the meaning?"

Some people heard what Zhao Yi said, although they probably know what every word Zhao Yi said means, they really don't get it together.

"This wine is not for drinking, but for sprinkling.

The old man seemed to have heard the comments from the crowd, and he immediately looked here, giving everyone a calm look.

Seeing everyone calm down again, he continued to follow Zhao Yi's words:

"There are lonely wild ghosts in the sun, and this wine is to prevent this corpse from being discovered by these ghosts wandering in the world."

While talking, the old man moved the table into the room, gradually speaking less and less.

But these words did arouse the curiosity of several other people. They immediately looked at Zhao Yi as if asking for help, hoping that he could answer.

Seeing this, Zhao Yi did not hide anything, and said slowly:

"This corpse is buried deep in the underground corpse all the year round. It is naturally full of earthy smell and rotten corpse qi.

In addition, Mao Jiang gave birth to dead souls, and the body must be full of extremely majestic death and Yin Qi.

Without the veil of the smell of alcohol, the ghosts wandering nearby would be able to smell the corpse and attract along with the smell.

In this way, not only the corpse inn has troublesome corpses, but it is also very likely to be possessed by ghosts, resulting in corpse transformation.

Moreover, the corpse we drove was not an ordinary corpse. It was a zombies, the king of zombies. Once the corpse changed, let alone this corpse inn, there would be no living creatures in a radius of a hundred miles. "

What Zhao Yi said is obviously a terrifying thing, but his tone is very flat, as if he is talking about a trivial thing.

This made several people understand the ceremony just now, but they couldn't help but shrink their necks subconsciously.

The old man walked into the room, and his voice came slowly:

"Okay, okay, the ceremony is complete, everyone, you can enter the house and morgue!"

The old man saw Zhao Yi's actions in his eyes, and he was very happy. He practiced the rituals for a lifetime, and he could actually use it during his lifetime, which made the old man moved.

According to the ancestors, the ceremony has now been completed and the door can be opened to enter the body.

The old man originally wanted to draw a few people into the house, but he still didn't mean to stop looking at Zhao Yi.

This made the old man also a little bit magnificent and afraid to make a sound, for fear of disturbing the corpse-shoveler.

"Old man, can I borrow a pen and paper?"

Zhao Yi looked back at the old man in the inn at this time. The old man was startled first, then he arched his hands:

"I don't know what the pen and paper is required by the footworker?"

Zhao Yi said slowly:

"The pen needs cinnabar pen, and the paper needs yellow talisman paper.

The cinnabar is Tianlusha, and the yellow symbol is the coffin symbol. "

When the old man heard the words, his expression was horrified, but then he nodded.

Tianlusha refers to the cinnabar that has been sun-dried for seven to forty-nine days under the sun and moon.

The coffin pressing symbol refers to the yellow paper pressed inside the coffin.

Although both old people have these two things, they have already been sealed in the box.

Because as early as the beginning, he heard from his ancestors.

These two things are not easy to use, because they are used to block the corpse energy and prevent the corpse from changing.

But now Zhao Yi directly asked himself for these two things, which made the old man subconsciously look at the body behind Zhao Yi.

The other ones are normal, except for the uniform clothes in the hospital morgue.

Only the one behind Zhao Yi is really different.

After looking closely, the old man was surprised to find out.

This corpse was stiff and not decayed. Originally, he thought it might be a corpse that had just died. But looking at the muddy body and the weird style of dress, the old man suddenly had a thought in his mind. ,

This corpse is going to be frozen.

Thinking of this, the old man hurriedly turned around and ran into the house. There was a ding-ding sound from the house. Obviously, these two items Zhao Yi wanted were rarely used.

This made several people dare not come out. The eyes that looked at Zhao Yi were thoughtful. Everyone wanted to see what Zhao Yi would do next.

After a short while, the old man returned again, holding a pen in his hand, dipped in bright red cinnabar, and taking out a piece of worn-out yellow paper in the other hand.

After taking the paper and pen, Zhao Yi showed that he checked carefully, and when he was sure that it was correct, he immediately penned the dragon and snake, and drew something on the yellow talisman paper.

Then a piece of talisman paper appeared in Zhao Yi's hand, and he read a few words silently, and then Zhao Yi quickly tore off the talisman paper he had pasted on his stiff eyebrows, and quickly pasted the talisman paper he had just drawn on.

"The previous paintings were only for temporary use. Now that there are dew sand and coffin paper on this day, there will never be any more accidents."

Zhao Yi whispered, explaining to the people behind him, and then shook the bell and introduced Mao Zheng into the room that the old man had cleaned up specially.

With everything in place, a few people can finally have a rest.

The old man brought hot tea and pastries, but several people picked up the hot tea in a tacit understanding, and did not touch the pastries.

This is Yizhuang, and it is inevitable for a few people to think about whether these cakes are the fruit of the exchange.

Zhao Yi seemed indifferent. After eating a few cakes, he chatted with the old man.

Through chatting, Zhao Yi learned that the old man had a grandson who grew up in this Yizhuang, but it was late at night and he had already fallen asleep.

While saying this, there was a sound of footsteps outside. Several people knew that in this room, apart from these people in the room, there was only the stiff hair and the stolen body from the hospital.

Suddenly, Wang Ye stood up and stood at the door with a vigilant expression on his face.

"squeak

The door was pushed open from the outside, Wang Ye was about to make a move, but saw that a sleepy, twenty-something young man came in.

He seemed to have been awakened by the voices of several people, and walked in naked.

When he saw everyone in the room looking over, the young man was startled. When he saw Ma Baoer and Li Xue, he subconsciously picked up the straw on the side to block his body.

Seeing this, the old man smiled and said:

"Everyone laughed, this is my little grandson, Qiu Sheng.

"Qiusheng?"

Zhao Yi, who had bowed his head, immediately raised his head, and when he saw the young man, he took a closer look.

He still heard of the name Qiu Sheng, of course, he had heard of it in his previous life.

I just don't know whether the person in front of me is the one I know.

"Grandpa, who are these?"

Qiu Sheng blocked his body tightly, and asked with some ambition.

The old man hurried over and pulled his grandson out, and at the same time whispered in Qiu Sheng's ear:

"This is the master walker that grandpa often told you about."

Qiu Sheng's eyes widened suddenly: "Are they the corpse chaser?"

"Bah baah baah!"

The old man slapped Qiu Sheng on the back of the head: "You kid, don't be rude."

Speaking of the old man, he said to Zhao Yi several people:

"Several people, don't be offended."

Zhao Yi waved his hand when he saw this, and at the same time looked at Qiu Sheng and asked:

"Qiusheng, do you have a master?"

Zhao Yi naturally wanted to test whether the Qiusheng in this world met Lin Zhengying.

However, Qiu Sheng shook his head firmly:

"No, I grew up with my grandfather without a teacher."

Zhao Yi nodded without a trace. After all, there is a gap between the two worlds, which is understandable.

And it may just have the same name.

But also because of the appearance of Qiu Sheng, Zhao Yi thought of Lin Zhengying.

After chatting with Qiusheng and the old man for a while, the two asked several people to take a good rest.

The old man could see that Qiusheng was very interested in Zhao Yi and others, but he also knew that this kid had no rules and was easy to lose a few others, so even if he took Qiusheng and left.

Ma 563 Bao'er and Li Xue were arranged by Zhao Yi to rest on the big kang, while the men hadtily spread straw on the ground.

No one wants to sleep. Basically, you talk to me every word until dawn.

The sky was bright, Zhao Yi and several people packed up and came to the yard.

The old man was taking care of the incense hall and placing a few corpses in the yard. When he saw Zhao Yi appearing, he was a little strange:

"Several people, it's still early, why don't you take a rest?"

Zhao Yi waved his hand: "No old man, we are going to get rid of the body and hurry."

"What, get up the dead and hurry up?"

The old man himself didn't realize that his voice had improved a bit, which also caused Qiu Sheng to rush over after hearing the sound.

"Master walking foot, shouldn't you be out at night and day, right now, you are going to leave?"

Zhao Yi nodded when he heard the words, but he did not explain.

This Mao Zong was originally different from an ordinary corpse. If it were an ordinary corpse, it would definitely avoid the sun and moonlight.

But Mao Zang has long been unafraid of the sun, and he doesn't need to walk at night in order to avoid the sun.

The second is the dead spirit in Mao Zheng's body. If it doesn't leave Diecui Mountain for a day, it may absorb the dead energy and Yin Qi again to strengthen it.

Although there was talisman suppression, I was not afraid of 10,000, but I was afraid of it, so Zhao Yi decided to leave early.

After all, it takes a day to walk into the city from here, and it will get dark when it gets to the city.

Anyway, the next long walk is a mountain road, Zhao Yi is not worried about any collisions.

The old man and Qiusheng tried their best to dissuade him, but Zhao Yi still insisted on his own ideas. The purple-gold bell shook in his hand, and Mao obediently followed Zhao Yi behind him and left the Yizhuang.

Seeing the silhouettes of several people gradually disappearing into the mountains and forests, Qiu Sheng asked suspiciously:

"Grandpa, are they really cadavers, if they are, why do they want to scavenge corpses during the day?"

The old man shook his head in doubt, and was full of doubts.

Until the sound of the bells had disappeared, the old man sighed softly and was about to turn back to the house.

However, it seemed that something had been thought of. The old man slowly looked at Qiu Sheng on the side, patted him on the shoulder, and said approvingly:

"Your kid is good. Uncle Jiu told you that if anyone asks, he can't tell his name. Yesterday I was afraid that your kid would forget it. It's not bad, it's pretty strict!"

Qiu Sheng held his chest proudly:

"That is, of course my master's words, I want to listen, just answer the Lord, who do you think my master is?"

The old man smiled and respected:

"How can I know this? Your master Yunyou passed by here, and we have only seen your master side."

Qiusheng sighed, "Then when can I see Master again? I haven't learned anything yet."

The old man comforted: "You, don't worry, didn't you say that when Jiu Shu left? The time is right, I will see you later."

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