Shanhedu

Qing Shui was frightened, but Tu Sheng was the one who suffered.

The flesh on the side of his waist was twisted severely, and he gritted his teeth in pain and turned his head.

Under Qing Shui's gaze, Tu Shengcai turned his gaze to the old woman sitting near them, and...

Dead man standing aside.

The man looked like he had died a long time ago, Tusheng was not afraid, he just stretched out his hand and pulled Qing Shui's clothes beside him.

"What are you talking about, people are driving corpses, and they are doing business."

After speaking, he stood up, patted his buttocks and reached out to Qingshui and Xiaoyao who were hiding behind, telling them to stay away from the corpse driver.

Poor Qing Shui, who claims to have lived a lifetime longer than these people, has never seen any scenes, and is ashamed today.

Chasing corpses, he had never seen them before.

Fugui who was closest to the old lady who drove the corpse was fearless.

He took out the last small sour fruit in his pocket, wiped it with the bottom of his sleeve, and handed it to the old woman.

The wrinkled corner of the corpse woman's mouth twitched, she looked at him with dull eyes, and thanked him in a vicissitudes of life.

Fugui shook his head, then went to look at the corpse standing beside them.

He is of normal height, and his shroud exudes the smell of earth and decay of rotten wood.

He opened his mouth and asked, "This man has been buried for ten or eight years, right?"

The old woman who took a bite of the fruit and chewed it waved her hand, "21 years."

Fugui said "Oh", "Where is this going to be sent from?"

"Come from Xiangxi, and send it to Leizhou, Dongshan."

"It's been a hard journey." Fugui bowed his hands to her respectfully.

The sour fruit the size of an egg was eaten by the corpse woman, as if it didn't feel sour.

Wipe the corner of his mouth, "It's all for earning a living."

Two people, one old and one young, people who don't know may think that they are grandparents and grandchildren.

When you ask me, the words are understated, and the content can scare the three natives who eavesdrop on the other side.

You yin and yang half fairies are really evil, you can't afford to provoke them.

"Do everything."

The words came out of the mouth of the corpse-killing woman calmly, but how could it be so simple to do this business.

Fugui speculated in his heart, 360 lines, there are rules in every line.

He had never heard of corpse exorcisers being made by women, and only half of their bodies were not alive in the sun, or only those who had been passed down from their ancestors did this business.

The elderly woman next to her bowed her head as she looked at Fu Gui, and spoke as if reading her mind.

"It's all about making a living for a meal. If you do it, you do it. You can't care too much when you are alive."

Fugui looked up at her, and heard her say again.

"The more you care, the more you lose, and the more you don't get."

Fugui nodded, looked down at the busy ants, and the three figures behind him slowly retreated.

The slut woman was heading in the same direction as they were traveling, Fugui intended to walk with her for a while, but Xiaoyao dragged Qingshui and dared not approach them.

The old woman knew that her business could not be explained by outsiders, so she "invited" the nobleman behind her to walk on another remote road with an oil lamp.

The further east they went, the bigger the deep mountains and old forests, and the more frequent the rain. After walking east for half a month, they walked out of a forest and had to browse a high mountain.

Finding food became the biggest problem for them on their way. They didn't know if they had gone the wrong way. The four of them rarely stayed in inns on the way.

Sleeping in the open air has become the norm, but the problem of food and clothing is difficult to overcome.

That day they were resting on the mountainside, it started to drizzle, Fugui looked up at the sky.

Sadly said: "Today, I'm afraid I'm going to get wet again."

On one side, Native was holding a Canglang stick with one hand, picking through the overgrown weeds, trying to find a cave to shelter from the rain.

It looked like the rain was going to be heavy. If they just sat outside, they would be fools.

From the corner of the eye, I caught a glimpse of the two whites next to me, Xiaoyao and Qingshui were standing at the air vent on the mountainside with his umbrella, looking towards the vast distance.

You point to a place for two people, and the other person looks along, with a long neck stretched out, which is called a leisurely person, not worried about the heavy rain that will soon come.

Tu Sheng turned his head away, thinking about the two noble sons who are not in charge of the family.

After a while, Tusheng, who bent over to pull the grass, heard Qingshui singing while enjoying the scenery.

"The blue smoke is curling up, I am like the sky

The sky and the earth are leisurely, swimming with Ruyu

......"

The clear voice was like fine tea, floating in the empty valley where there was no one, making the common man Tusheng unconsciously want to sing with him.

As a result, the poetic and picturesque feeling was only for a moment, and then the bean-sized raindrops fell on the forehead and dragged back the native reason.

I heard Xiaoyao applauding again, praising how beautiful Qing Shui's singing was.

Tusheng frowned, at first glance, the two ancestors felt like two little sisters...

He rolled his eyes and turned his head, shouting Xiaoyao angrily.

"Don't stand there blankly, you hold the umbrella for Qingshui, come and help me pull the weeds."

As soon as he finished speaking, a sudden gust of wind blew all the wet grass leaves from the grass onto Tu Sheng's face, causing him to close his eyes and sneezed several times.

Xiaoyao, who was ordered, looked blank, and then looked at Qingshui reluctantly.

A pair of beautiful hands put away the umbrella directly, Qing Shui looked at Xiaoyao with kindness in his eyes.

"I'm not happy to let that big guy do the work by himself, let's go."

After finishing speaking, the two of them went to help the native pull the grass together.

The emperor paid off, and they finally found a small cave dug out by the shepherd.

The cave was big enough for the four of them, and there were quite a few balls of sheep dung in it.

It was getting late, Qing Shui clutched his empty stomach and looked out of the cave in a daze. Finally, he couldn't bear the hunger, so he raised his legs and went out to find something to eat.

It was raining heavily outside, standing outside the cave for a while, Qing Shui's shoulders were wet.

Xiaoyao curled up and called him inside, and handed his umbrella to Qingshui.

Qing Shui didn't take the umbrella at first, he often saw Xiaoyao wiping the oil-paper umbrella with a clean soft towel alone.

He cherishes it very much, and he can tell at a glance that the meaning of the umbrella to him is extraordinary.

In this barren mountain and wild ridge, if it slips, something will pierce the umbrella again, and the clear water will not catch it.

Then let the nervous Tusheng take over, he struggled to get out of the cave, and opened the umbrella in his hand.

Most of the umbrella was propped on Qingshui's head, and he covered him with his tall body, but his back gradually became wet.

"I'll go find it with you." She said stupidly and bluntly.

Qing Shui smiled at him lightly, very seductive, and quickly turned around without speaking.

This big man has changed, listen to him, Qing Shui said heartily.

It is absolutely true that the road is slippery in the dark, and Qing Shui and the two took advantage of the sliver of daylight to climb up the mountain from the middle of the mountain.

The living things on this mountain soaked all the way to the top of the mountain, and they chased them to the top of the mountain.

Seeing a pair of fat rabbits huddled in the grass and not moving, Qing Shui arched his back to catch the prey, who would have thought that his feet would slip and he would lie on the smooth steep slope next to him.

Tu Sheng, who was holding an umbrella behind him, opened his eyes sharply, only to see that the side of Qing Shui's body was the cliff outside the mountain top.

Seeing Qing Shui's body rolling out, the big man rushed over, wrapping an arm around his waist tightly.

"Danger!!"

It was too late for Tusheng to speak, Qing Shui slipped and fell on the slope, and there was a tendency to roll onto the cliff, and if he jumped over, at most, he would add another incident to him.

Qing Shui realized that they had both fallen off the cliff, all the muscles on their faces trembled, and there was no time to grab Tusheng with both hands. Between them, only Tusheng held him with one arm.

There was a rustling wind blowing in the valley, and the umbrella was wrapped in Tusheng's hands and he put it away directly.

The rain seemed to be falling heavily again, and it hurt when it hit their faces. The handle of the umbrella in Tusheng's left hand felt more and more slippery.

With a "squeak", Xiaoyao took off the oil-paper umbrella that was close to her body, and the umbrella was blown to nowhere by the wind.

Tusheng didn't have time to find anything, and they had already fallen all the way to the tree that grew up stubbornly in the crevices of the rock wall.

It was a blessing that the umbrella-shaped canopy supported the bodies of the two of them.

Qing Shui's back made the hard tree trunk no different from a stone bleed, and quietly bloomed a picture scroll on his plain white back.

The rain from the sky hit their faces endlessly, and the two of them were already soaked.

Qing Shui wiped his face reluctantly, and looked at Tu Sheng lying beside him.

"How do we go up?!" The rain was so heavy that he had to shout to speak.

No matter how rough-skinned and thick-skinned natives are, they will not be much better behind them.

Seeing Qing Shui's seldom-reliant eyes towards him, before he could figure out how to answer, the tree trunk under him, which was only a little thicker than a bowl, "clicked".

The two survivors continued to fall following the broken canopy.

Hopeless screams echoed in the valley, below him, the bottom of the cliff was covered by thick fog.

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