C141 Who is alive

Arrogant, too arrogant. Is this Hu Dali mocking me? I don't even recognize him as a human or a ghost?

But in my heart, I was wondering, with his IQ, how could he mock others? Could it be that he had turned into a ghost, causing his mind to light up instead?

I calmly asked Hu Dali: "How can we not distinguish between human and ghost?"

Hu Dali said mysteriously: "Anyway, there are a few dead people. I saw them and they even greeted me."

"Who's there?" I asked.

Hu Dali said a few names. These people were indeed long dead.

I said to Hu Dali, "I still have some matters to attend to, I'll go home first." Then I stood up.

Hu Dali grabbed onto me, "Why are you in such a hurry?"

I was startled by his tugging at me. Then he thought: Am I being too careful?

Grandpa Gu's fan was in the village. This fan could confuse Yin and Yang. Is it because of this reason that when I look at Hu Dali, he seems to be a ghost?

I thought about it for a while, and then I came up with some ways to test ghosts. I purposely said to Hu Dali: "Do you still have food here? I'm a little hungry. "

Hu Dali said: "I do."

Then he brought out a bowl of rice.

I frowned. I understand Hu Dali's capabilities the best. There's only one type of rice that he can cook, and that is noodles. Boil the water, put the noodles in, cook for a long time, fish it out and eat it with the instant noodles seasoning.

This method of eating was unacceptable to normal people, but to the two hundred and fifty yuan, it was relatively easy and convenient.

I've never seen him cook anything else, and I'm sure he can't cook rice.

I touched my bowl. It was cold. I asked Hu Dali: "You steamed this?"

Hu Dali rolled his eyes: "Are you joking? How would I know this? "

I was relieved and thought, "I guess you won't either."

I asked, "Where did that come from?"

Hu Dali chuckled: "Someone gave it to me."

Other than him, Hu Dali, everyone else in the village died. Who would give him a bowl of rice? I looked again at the rice and saw that there were two holes in the middle. Apparently, there had been a pair of chopsticks stuck in them.

Chopsticks were inserted into the rice. Our food was specially made for the dead.

I pushed the rice to the side and said to Hu Dali: "I want to eat something hot."

Hu Dali said in a low voice, "Do not eat anything hot or dangerous. You don't know, there's no one in the village right now. If you want to eat hot food, others will know that you are alive and that it will be very dangerous. "

Actually, I was using hot food to prove that Hu Dali was still alive. I didn't think that not only did he reject it, he even gave me this kind of theory.

I frowned and said, "I haven't seen you for a few days. I found that your speech has become much more fluent. It doesn't sound like you're stupid anymore."

Hu Dali chuckled: "Really? Then why don't you tell me about a daughter-in-law? "

I smiled and said to Hu Dali: "Do you have meat here? "It's fine even if it's cold."

Hu Dali passed his arm over: "I have it on me."

I opened the dirty arm.

At this moment, someone spoke up from behind him, "You don't need to try anymore, he's a living person."

Startled, I shot to my feet and pulled out the dagger.

Then I saw a skinny old man standing behind me. The old man was tall and slender, but his back was slightly hunched because he was too old.

His hair was neatly combed, and the skin on his face was pressed tightly against his cheeks, making him appear expressionless.

When I knew what the old man looked like, the dagger in my hand drooped. I trembled as I called out, "foster-grandpa!" Then the tears began to flow.

The foster-grandpa sighed, pointed at the chair and said: "Sit."

Then he took another chair.

I look at foster-grandpa and can't help but cry. A family that had been dependent on each other for dozens of years. Who could withstand the sudden separation of Yin and Yang?

foster-grandpa's face was also filled with grief. "How have you been these past few days? I was glad to hear you'd escaped. Alright, stop crying. We have plenty of days to meet up with each other, let's get down to business first. "

I nodded.

The foster-grandpa said to me, "I was the one who taught him all those things. This brat is so lucky to be a fool. I didn't think that the things in the Golden Toad Temple would kill everyone and leave him alone. "

Hu Dali looked at us blankly, as if he didn't know what we were talking about.

The foster-grandpa continued, "Right now, everyone in this village has to be on guard against whoever they see. You touch his chest and see if his heart is still beating? Nothing else worked. You can't fool people by touching your heart. "

"Yes," I said, touching his chest. His heart was hot, and his heart was pounding. I was suddenly relieved.

But at this moment, I suddenly saw an obvious shadow behind foster-grandpa. I was stunned. "Isn't he already dead? I saw his funeral with my own eyes.

foster-grandpa noticed my gaze and smiled. "Go and touch my chest again."

I reached over and felt a soft, cold mass of air.

foster-grandpa replied, "I'm a ghost now. There's no body left. "

I replied, "En. Today, the village is really full of people."

The foster-grandpa said, "Not today, but many days. Always. I wonder what the things in the Guardian Spirit Temple are planning to do to us. "

I was stunned. "Many days?"

foster-grandpa said, "Yes. Is there a problem? "

The problem was too big this time, I thought.

Mr. Zhao, Xia Xin and I have our own secrets. We didn't tell each other everything, but we have experienced many things together, so we completely trust each other. But for Grandpa Gu, that was not certain.

Grandpa Gu likes to leave us alone when doing things, so even if we have established an alliance, I still have to be vigilant.

This time when I came to Hu Village, I personally felt the confusion of Yin and Yang. Only then did I believe that Grandpa Gu had joined us and opened the fan.

Unexpectedly, I suddenly realized that the Yin and Yang were mixed up, this matter was caused by the Ghastly Prisoner. In other words, it was possible that Grandpa Gu hadn't opened the fan?

I'm worried that Grandpa Gu is going to screw us over again. This time, he might even leave by himself and leave us in this damn place.

I thought for a moment, then shook my head. I don't think so. Grandpa Gu still wants me to use my body, and he also wants me to carry things for him. He probably won't let me die.

When I thought about it, I came back to reality and said to foster-grandpa, "All the people in the village are dead, do you know?"

foster-grandpa nodded: "Of course I know. I understood it before I died."

I said to the foster-grandpa, "The reason I came back this time is to find you and Energetic. I have to get you both out of here. Let's hurry up and leave this damn place. "

The foster-grandpa frowned and said: "It's difficult, it's very difficult. My body is buried on the grave hill. If I don't dig out the corpse, my soul will not be able to leave. "

I stood up and said, "I'll dig."

The foster-grandpa shook his head and said, "The things in the Golden Toad Temple live in the graveyard. If you go and dig out the corpses, aren't you courting death? "

I anxiously asked, "Then what do we do?" I can't just watch you stay here. "

foster-grandpa thought for a moment and said, "How about this. We dressed up as mourners and carried the coffins to the cemetery, where we began to dig graves. You pretend to dig up the wrong place, dig up my grave, and then carry my body down the mountain. "

I asked hesitantly, "Will this method work?"

The foster-grandpa said, "For the two of you, carry a paper man on each of your backs. A virgin. A virgin. Put the boy in the coffin and carry me and the girl down. "Sigh, let's try our luck. Right now, we are inseparable from the rest of the villagers. I just hope that this thing will take a nap and let us go."

Hu Dali and I will do it, we will prepare the paper man.

In fact, who in the ordinary owner's house would have the time to prepare paper to tie up the living materials? This thing was too unlucky. But Hu Dali easily took out a scroll from the cupboard.

I dumbfoundedly looked at her and said, "Paper men can be tied up easily, but what about coffins?"

Hu Dali said: "I also have that."

He picked up the oil lamp a little brighter, and I saw a black coffin lying in the corner.

I was dumbstruck and stuttered as I asked Hu Dali, "You … You have a coffin at home? "

Hu Dali said: "Your foster-grandpa taught me that everyone in the village is dead, and I'm the only one left. I have to prepare a coffin for myself, otherwise if everyone else had it, and I die the last time, if I don't, how shameful would that be? "

I looked at foster-grandpa in a daze and said, "After you die, it's best for you to enter the coffin. The coffin will hold your Yin energy for a long time."

"Oh," I said. He really didn't know that the person with this knowledge was a dead person.

Under foster-grandpa's guidance, we quickly finished tying up the children. Then, foster-grandpa lied inside the coffin while Hu Dali and I carried the paper man on our back and carried the coffin inside.

Since there was a paper man on our shoulders, the coffin could no longer be placed on our shoulders. We could only lower our hands and carry the coffin out while staggering.

Before we left, the foster-grandpa said to us: "If anyone asks you who you want to bury, you just say that they are the Yang family members. "I want to return to its roots."

I promised.

The Yang family is actually the small family name of our Hu Village. It was said that they had moved here during the bad times. They were in a state of chaos because they wanted to avoid a disaster.

But when they moved in, they gave birth to many daughters, and very few boys. In the end, his daughter was married off to someone from the Yang family.

Afterwards, only one Old Master Yang remained in the village.

However, he had already treated the Hu Village as his own home. He talked about how his original home had been massacred until there was a river of blood and the soil was filled with the blood of his loved ones. If he were to return home, he would definitely be unable to live under peace, and would thus want to die in Hu Village.

Then his daughter made her fortune and took him abroad. I saw him come back once when I was a kid and give each of us a piece of black sugar. It turned out to be chocolate.

Now that we're buried in the name of Master Yang, no one should doubt us anymore.

Hu Dali asked me: "On the 9th day, if someone asks the dead body of the Yang family by their name, what would we say? I don't know what that old man's name is. "

I said, "No one knows his name. Just give him a name. "

As we spoke, we were on the street.

When I looked up, I was surprised. There were a lot of people on the street, all of them dead.