The master of metaphysics, she is beautiful, strong and flirty

Night falls and the full moon rises in the east.

The Yin Qi in the White Bone Mountain is billowing, the evil spirit is churning, there are many ghosts, and there are hordes of walking corpses.

At the foot of the mountain, there are three small fenced courtyards built side by side.

The layout of the three small courtyards is very different. They are all surrounded by a fence and a thatched house is built in the middle.

The two small courtyards on the left and right were dark, but the middle courtyard was covered with kerosene lamps hanging on the fence.

Orange lights illuminated the entire courtyard.

An old, one-eyed old man, carrying a huge wooden basin, staggered out of the thatched house and turned to the back of the house.

At the back of the house, there is a long wooden table, in front of which there are incense candles all over the floor.

There are three incense sticks and two candles in a group, neatly arranged to give the impression of a "jungle" of incense candles.

The old man walked around the "incense bush", placed the wooden basin on the table, took out the earthen bowls from inside, and arranged them neatly.

The earthen bowl was full of food, including steamed buns, sweet potatoes, peanuts... all rough and simple food, but the long table was filled with them.

After placing the offerings, the old man placed the wooden basin under the eaves of the thatched roof and brought a basketful of paper money over.

He squatted down at the edge of the "incense bush", first lit a white candle with a lighter, then held the candle, squatted down tremblingly and started to light the incense candles on the ground one by one.

While lighting incense candles, he muttered:

"I'm alone now, and I haven't started eating until now. Everyone must be starving..."

"Little monkey, you are the youngest, you come and eat first..."

"Battal Commander, it's your turn..."

Each time he lit a group of incense candles, he would call out to someone.

After a while, his old legs couldn't bear it anymore, so he simply changed from squatting to kneeling.

In the air, Chi Mian squeezed Si Xuan's hand, "If I help light all the incense candles now...will it scare him?"

It is true that it is too laborious for the old man to light incense candles.

Even if he moved on his knees, his hands were always trembling, and the flame of the candle in his hand was always misaligned... What was even more tragic was that the flame of the candle was often blown out by the wind.

It had been more than ten minutes, and he had only lit more than fifty groups of incense candles in total.

Chi Mian had already counted it, and there were a total of [-] groups of "incense candle bushes" on the ground!

"Although he seems to be quite courageous, he is too old after all..." Before Si Xuan finished speaking, his old voice began to sing a military song:

"One inch of mountains and rivers, one inch of blood, one hundred thousand young people and one hundred thousand troops... smash the Japanese slave caves in one night... unite and take back our mountains and rivers..."

Tone deaf, the music is out of tune, and the voice is hoarse!

It's more like roaring than singing.

He roared so hard that his voice cracked!

Chi Mian: "..."

Si Xuan: "..."

The old man is full of energy.

After all, Chi Mian didn't help light the incense candles.

Because after the old man finished "singing" his song, a ghost came down from the Bone Mountain.

He is a ghost king.

The Ghost King was dressed in an old-fashioned green military uniform, and his soul was solid. Except that his face was a little pale, his appearance was no different from that of a living person.

When the old man saw him, he quickly stood up from the ground.

After kneeling for such a long time, he stood up too quickly and almost stumbled to the ground.

The Ghost King stretched out his hand to support him, frowning, his resolute face showing no anger, "Xiao Xiaoxiao, didn't you go to a nursing home? Why are you back again?"

"Hello, battalion commander!" After the old man, who was called Xiao Xiaoxiao, stood firm, he gave a military salute with a solemn face.

It can be seen that he wanted to make this military salute standard, but his rickety back was not straight and his hands were trembling.

The Ghost King sighed, and then returned a military salute.

Seeing this, Little Trumpet grinned, showing his gaping teeth, and then answered the Ghost King's previous words, "Aren't you worried that no one will burn incense and candles for you, and you are hungry and have no strength to fight?"