At this time, when he heard that the corpse had been faked, there was chaos. Some people pressed forward to watch the excitement, and more people were hiding in all directions. Ding Li squeezed forward in this chaotic scene and saw a man wearing a homespun shroud.
The old man walked out step by step with a dull face and stiff body.
There was a timid brother. I don't know if he was so frightened that his calf muscles twisted. He actually fell to the ground and didn't know how to get out of the way. The old man who had been deceived grabbed his neck and put his mouth on him.
"Can't let him breathe!"
An old man commanded everyone: "Don't fucking run away, come back here. Hold down Uncle Hu, don't let Uncle Hu lose his popularity, otherwise the political child will be finished. Whatever you look at, you can't let him lose his popularity."
Come on!"
The old man seemed to be very authoritative, shouting and cursing, calling to the villagers to go over and hold down the corpse: "Bring the weighing weight, hurry up and bring the weighing weight!"
Several villagers scrambled to find several large and small weighing weights, which made the old man Riniang curse. They found the largest weighing weight and pressed it on the chest of the trapped corpse.
"Get out of the way, don't let the evil spirit suffocate you." The strong young men who were holding down were so frightened that they tried to hide away, but the old man scolded them again: "Hold down, hold them down.
Who told you to run away!"
The weighing weight pressed against his heart was indeed effective. The corpse suddenly let out a breath of black air, and then his struggling body became limp and motionless.
Ding Li originally wanted to help, but seeing that the old man's command was clear-cut, he didn't have to worry about anything. At this time, seeing the old man commanding people to deal with the fake corpse easily, he couldn't help but glance at Huang Lang. This old man was a bit...
What a skill. Maybe you know where the ghost cave is!
Sure enough, after everything was settled, Ding Li took some time to ask this old man named Mr. Hu. As soon as he heard the name, he knew that he was the younger brother of Mr. Hu who had just faked the corpse.
"Are you asking about the ghost cave?" Mr. Hu glanced at the two people in confusion, then shook his head: "You can't go, you can't go. You'll die if you go!"
As expected, the old man knew. Ding Li asked happily: "Don't worry, uncle. I know my way around it. It'll be fine if I go!"
The old man looked at Ding Li up and down for a long time: "What tricks do you know? Tell me and listen to it?"
Ding Li snorted, and for a moment he really didn't know what to say. Not everyone has the ability to boast.
"Will the Thirteen Needles in the Gate of Hell happen?"
Ding Li nodded and said honestly: "I know half of it!"
The old man actually pulled out a magnet needle: "How about half of it?"
Ding Li's eyes lit up: "It can heal the upper body, but not kill people!" He also took out his own magnet needle.
The old man nodded and asked, "Is Shen Ye your master?"
Ding Li was startled. Isn't this such a coincidence? But he still answered honestly: "It's my uncle!"
The old man said: "Your acupuncture looks familiar to me as soon as I see it. Your uncle came to our village when he came to the mountains to buy cattle for their team in the 1970s. His acupuncture skills were taught to him by my brother!"
When Ding Li heard this, he saw that there were still people who refused to climb up the pole. He knelt down and saluted the old man: "Then I have met an elder!"
The old man quickly pulled him up and said: "Now is a new society, we don't want to do this!" Helplessly, Ding Li shouted that the ceremony should not be discarded and insisted on kowtowing to the old man. Huang Lang next to him rolled his eyes.
, he now knows a bit about Ding Li. Ding Li must have taken a fancy to the old man’s full set of Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate. Otherwise, being so attentive would be a ghost!
Now that they had established a relationship, the two parties immediately became very intimate. Ding Li didn't bring anything with him, but he still had one or two thousand yuan in cash, which he gave all to Mr. Hu. He said he didn't know that Mr. Hu had passed away, so he didn't.
I had time to prepare, but I was given so little...
This is certainly a lot of money, it can be regarded as a small "huge sum". Don't look at the lively banquet in the village today, maybe the cost will only be one or two thousand yuan.
Hu Erye was so relieved that he took Ding Li and wanted to teach him his housekeeping skills, so as not to bring him into the coffin or anything. Huang Langxiao, who was watching on the side, felt a pain in his stomach!
In the middle of the bustling night, Mr. Hu arranged a place for them to stay and said: "Be more alert when you go to bed at night!"
Ding Li and the others didn't pay much attention to it. In such a small mountain village, could someone come and steal money in the middle of the night?
Although Mr. Hu chose a house with good conditions in the village for the two of them, the bedding made of coarse cloth and the dim oil lamp made people feel like they had returned to primitive society from the 21st century.
Ding Li asked Huang Lang: "Why do you think you have to come here to suffer?"
In fact, Huang Lang could have thrown away the wooden sign far away, or even burned it. Ding Li didn't believe that the Chinese tunic suit could still haunt him. He came all over the mountains and plains without any clue of what to do. "
The last mission".
As long as Huang Lang doesn't throw away this brand, he will never get rid of his Mao suit in the next life. Therefore, coming to this mountain to endure hardship is completely self-inflicted. Huang Lang said something very profound and philosophical: "Everyone is a man."
He is not content with being ordinary and unwilling to be ordinary!"
Ding Li gave a thumbs up: "Leader Huang, you can become a philosopher!" But looking back, thinking about it, didn't you ask for it? It seems that this sentence is also about Ding Li himself.
After chatting with Huang Lang for a long time, Ding Li slept until midnight when he suddenly felt something was wrong and woke up. He said that the uncle Huang Lang next to him slept more soundly than him and snored loudly enough to kill a fly.
Immediately, Ding Li saw a black shadow squatting where they put the package. Ding Li's hair almost stood up, and he quietly pulled out the dagger he had always carried.
It can be seen from the almost extinguished fire that the thing is covered in black hair, like a gorilla. But its posture and body shape definitely don't look like a gorilla.
"Savage?" Ding Li's heart skipped a beat, and he secretly began to take out his sleeping bag. Who knew that thing's ears were so sensitive? As soon as Ding Li made a move, the savage turned around alertly. In the dark night, the savage's
The eyes glowed with green light.
Ding Li jumped up without hesitation. The savage seemed to be very timid, jumped out of the window and fled into the night. His movements were several times faster than that of a master like Ding Li!
Ding Li didn't want to chase him at first, but when he saw that his package had been opened, his beloved golden staff seemed to have been stolen by that damn savage. Ding Li's mouth twitched, and he gave a clear drink, holding the dagger in his hand.
It flashed back, stained with a trace of blood, and the blade slipped gently. The savage screamed, but his movements sped up a bit, and he couldn't see it in the blink of an eye.