Urban: I have a new identity every week

Li Rou may just be the epitome of an era.

In the face of the national crisis, how many good men like Senior Zhang have devoted themselves to the battlefield without hesitation, and have never returned since then, separated from their beloved girl?

Su Xun didn't know how many there were, but he knew that each of these seniors deserved the respect of their juniors.

He didn't know the names of these people, but it was enough to know that they were soldiers of the Dragon Kingdom.

Su Xun and Fatty Mei buried Senior Zhang's body in Li Rou's tomb with their own hands, and then continued on the road with the remaining nine seniors.

"Dingling~Dingling~Dingling~"

"Clang~"

The sound of bells and gongs broke the silence in the forest again, and Su Xun and Fatty Mei drove the corpses of the seniors towards home.

Behind him is a low tomb, and the incense sticks in front of the tomb float out wisps of smoke into the darkness.

...............

It was four o'clock in the morning, less than two hours before dawn.

Su Xun and Fatty Mei drove the nine corpses to a village.

When they encountered villages before, they tried to detour as much as possible, but there was no way to detour in this village, they could only pass through the village road.

There is no way, the fringe areas of your province are relatively poor, and there is only one way in and out of many places, so there is no way to detour if you want to.

For example, the village in front of me is located deep in the mountains, and there is not even a telephone pole in the village, so it can be seen that there is no electricity.

Meijia Village, where Fatty Mei lives, still has electricity, and the villagers there still know about airplanes, which means that at least there is a TV in the village.

The village in front of me is much poorer than Meijia Village.

At four o'clock in the morning, it stands to reason that no matter how early farmers get up for work, they would never get up at this time.

Then why is there still a fire in this village?

Moreover, the noisy voices of the villagers can be heard vaguely.

This is troublesome.

If the villagers have rested, they can just cross the village in the dark, just be careful not to be bitten by dogs and damage the corpse.

But now the villagers haven't slept yet, they just drive the dead body across the road, not to mention whether the villagers will agree to the dead body's excuse, accidents are prone to happen when there are too many living people.

Fatty Mei was a little annoyed: "These NPCs don't sleep at night and do some tricks, don't they have to get up to do farm work tomorrow?"

"Let's go, drive the seniors to the entrance of the village first, and try to communicate with the villagers. Can we let them avoid it and lend us a way."

Other than that, Su Xun has no other choice, after all, the sky will be dawn soon

The.

It is more troublesome to travel during the day, and it is not good to expose the corpse to the sun for a long time.

"we can only do this."

Fatty Mei began to yell: "Yin people go on the road, Yang people avoid, if there is a collision, a hundred disasters will happen..."

"Dingling~Dingling~Dingling~"

"Clang~"

"Wow woof... woof woof~ woof~"

Before reaching the entrance of the village, the dogs raised by every household in the village started barking, rushed to the entrance of the village and grinned at Su Xun and the others.

The villagers in the village were also attracted by the sound of the dog barking.

The expressions of the villagers changed when they saw Su Xun and the others dressed up.

Gui Province is close to western Hunan, so they have naturally heard of expelling corpses.

And the more remote the place, the more they believe in these things.

So several villagers immediately identified Su Xun and Fatty Mei as morticians.

"Hello, old man, please let us borrow a way, I wonder if it is possible."

Su Xun looked at the oldest old man among the villagers. Usually in the village, the words of this kind of respected old man are orders.

The old man nodded, and said in local dialect: "Yeah, I heard from the old people in the village that you guys who come from Xiangxi often pass by our village, but I haven't met them for many years."

Su Xun heaved a sigh of relief. It turns out that seniors have already walked this path, so that's good.

"Old man, are you holding a banquet? It's so lively at night, you don't sleep." Fatty Mei asked curiously.

After he said this, the faces of several villagers changed slightly.

Su Xun quickly said: "Old man, we're just borrowing a way, if it's inconvenient to say it."

"It's no inconvenience to you." The old man pondered for a moment, and then said: "To tell the truth, two masters, there are dirty things in our village recently, and two masters from the city are doing surrender."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 200

Hearing that the master from the city was practicing this sentence, the first thought that popped up in Su Xun's mind was that these villagers had encountered liars.

For there will be a master of the hammer in the city.

Of course, Master Su is definitely not included, he is a true master.

"Did you invite this master?" Su Xun looked at the old man and asked.

The old man shook his head: "No, Master Yunyou happened to pass by us, and he could tell at a glance that there was something dirty in our village, and all of us in the village begged him to subdue it."

Well, now Su Xun is more sure that this guy is a liar.

There are very few demons and ghosts these days, and they are even more cherished than giant pandas. It is not an exaggeration to list them as first-class protected animals.

In the words of Daoist Qingyang, if you really meet a monster, a ghost or something, you are really lucky, and you must be impatient to surrender.

And if you really don't want to meddle in other people's business, you usually stay away from dirty things and don't get involved.

However, this master pointed out that there were dirty things in the village, and took the initiative to get involved in it, but he refused to take action, and asked the villagers to beg him before he was willing to take action.

More importantly, standing at the entrance of the village, he didn't feel any evil in the village.

To sum up all the above, Su Xun is 80.00% sure that this so-called master is a clever scammer.

It is getting more and more difficult to cheat money in the city these days, so many scammers are targeting remote mountainous areas.

Because these remote mountainous areas are basically out of touch with the outside world, they are relatively closed, and there is little information available, so they are even easier to deceive.

Seeing that the villagers were willing to make excuses, Su Xun really couldn't bear to see them being cheated.

After all, this village is so poor that it doesn't even have electricity, and if they are taken away by scammers, these villagers may not even have the money to buy fertilizer in the coming year.

So Su Xun kindly reminded him: "Old man, this person is so heartbroken, I think your village is very good, and there is nothing dirty, but don't be fooled by others."

As soon as he finished speaking, a young monk came over and looked at Su Xun with unfriendly eyes: "Boy, who are you calling a liar!"

"Master Jing Wu."

"Master Jing Wu."

The villagers at the entrance of the village all greeted the young monk one after another, obviously respecting him very much.

Jing Wu glanced at Su gloomyly, and then gave a slap to the old man: "Amitabha, old benefactor, my master heard that two morticians came from the entrance of the village, and specially asked me to tell the benefactor, don't let them into the village."

"They were on their way with their corpses, and the corpses were full of yin energy. If the dirty things in the village were to absorb the yin energy, it would be difficult to subdue them."

"what!"

Hearing this, the faces of the villagers changed greatly in fright.

"Oh, what a bunch of nonsense."

Su Xun sneered, put a hand on Jing Wu's shoulder, and used his psychic ability.

"what are you doing."

Jing Wu wanted to break free, but felt that his shoulders were clamped by iron clamps, unable to move.

Su Xun let go of him, and said coldly: "I think you came here to stop us because you were afraid that we would go into the village and expose your tricks."

Jing Wu's face changed, his pupils shrank, and he was horrified, because Su Xun was right.

It doesn't matter whether the mortician is a pretender who relies on wooden boards to tie the joints of the corpse to control the corpse's walking.

But the morticians have traveled all over the world and are well-informed, so they will definitely be able to see through their scams.

That's why his master asked him to come out to prevent the morticians from entering the village, but Su Xun actually pointed it out.

The so-called dirty things are just an illusion created by them sneaking into the village every night.

"Nonsense! Spitting blood!" Jing Wu was furious after being exposed, as if he had been wronged.

Su Xun chuckled: "If you don't have any ghosts in your heart, why don't you let me see how the two masters subdue demons?"

"You..." Jing Wu just wanted to speak.

Su Xun interrupted him directly: "If you are worried about the dark spirit of the corpses behind me, then there is no need. I will leave them outside and enter the village alone."

He had to teach these two crooks a lesson he would never forget.

"Little Master Jing Wu, let this master go in and take a look." The old man helped Su Xun to speak, because he also had doubts.

The village has been haunted by ghosts for so long, but every time the dead are animals, but there has never been anything wrong with people, which is a bit strange.

Jing Wu knew that he had no way to refuse, so he could only agree with Su Xun to go to the village to watch his master's practice.

Su Xun asked Fatty Mei to watch over the corpses of the seniors outside, and then brought the invisible Qin Zhu into the village, and whispered to Qin Zhu's side.

Qin Zhu showed a sly smile, eager to try.

Soon, the group came to a courtyard in the village.

In the yard, the necessary tools such as the incense table have been set up, and a monk with a fat head and big ears is chanting words there.

Jing Wu walked over and whispered something to his master.

The fat monk glanced at Su Xun, nodded calmly as a greeting, and then said to the villagers: "Please benefactors, retreat first, I'm going to start cooking to lure that evil spirit out."

An old liar is an old liar, but he is much calmer than the young man Jing Wu.

The old man looked at Su Xun, because Su Xun had said that these two masters were liars.

"Let's go, let's not disturb the master."

The corners of Su Xun's mouth raised into a playful smile, he left a word, and walked out.

Seeing this, the old man also left.

Other villagers followed and closed the yard door.

Qin Zhu, who was invisible, stayed in the yard and did not leave.

As soon as the gate of the courtyard was closed, the fat monk angrily reprimanded Jing Wu: "What did you do? Didn't you stop the mortician?"

"Master, that guy seems to be able to see what's going on in my mind, he really has two brushes." Jing Wu looked helpless.

The fat monk snorted coldly: "There are two brushes with farts, it must be because your acting skills are too bad."

"Master, what should we do now." Jing Wu drooped his head and dared not answer back.

The fat monk yawned: "Wait, there are no ghosts at all. Let's wait for more than ten minutes before we go out, and just say that the ghosts have been eliminated."

"Monk, how do you know there are no ghosts?"

A female voice sounded faintly.

Hearing this, the fat monk sneered subconsciously: "It's the 21st century, where are the ghosts in this world..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly realized that his fat body was stiff in place, and dense beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

Jingwu also turned pale, the master and apprentice met each other's eyes, their heartbeat accelerated, and their hands and feet trembled uncontrollably.

There were obviously only two of them in the yard, how could there be a third person's voice?

Still a woman.

(End of this chapter)