I am King Gou

The next morning.

Azusa Village.

Village head home.

Qiao Ciguang came with Shi Wanli and four junior sisters.

Originally, she wanted to come here alone, but considering yesterday's experience, if she was not there, Shi Wanli and the four junior sisters would risk themselves again, so she might not have good luck.

Therefore, they simply brought the five of them together.

The affairs in the house were temporarily handed over to Fairy Yumeng.

"Morning, stranger." The old man with white beard and white hair heard the movement, looked around the room, immediately put down what he was doing, and came out to greet him.

His attitude was much warmer than yesterday, and he seemed to be very grateful to Qiao Ciguang and others.

Qiao Ciguang was a little puzzled, but the business was important, so he immediately asked: "May I ask when the funeral will start? If we want to observe the ceremony and pay the funeral, what should we pay attention to?"

The village head said: "Girl, don't worry, the funeral will not start until noon. However, the owner's house is not related to people, so it's best not to go in. If you want to watch the ceremony, you can do it anywhere. When they are ready, The funeral procession would pass by every house in the village."

"Just remember, girl, don't have any contact with the team, let alone speak."

Qiao Ciguang nodded thoughtfully. They didn't go directly to the old Xu's house where the funeral was held early in the morning, but came to the village chief, because Shi Wanli had an accident when he entered the old Xu's house yesterday.

"Stay here now." She immediately sent a voice transmission to Shi Wanli and the four junior sisters, "When the funeral procession passes by, we will follow."

The five people nodded calmly when they heard the words.

So, at the invitation of the village head, they sat down in the main room and chatted with the village head.

It's just that the village chief has a very strict tone of voice, talking about farm gossip, and never mentioning the history of the village or even the affairs of the village.

At this moment, the door of the old Xu's house is closed, and the green couplets are as bright as new.

An elderly woman with a hunched back, carrying a bamboo basket covered with a black cloth, led four men in different attires, and staggered to the door.

This old woman is a weeping woman who lives along the river.

And these four men are loose cultivators specially selected by Fairy Yumeng. They are still children, and their cultivation bases are only in the Qi training stage.

Right now, the four casual cultivators don't know what happened yesterday, and Fairy Yumeng only told them that it was Qiao Zhenchuan's order to follow this weeping woman to do things!

This floating island is too weird. Originally, there was a huge disparity in the real strength between their casual cultivators and the disciples of the big school.

Not to mention, none of them have built their foundation yet.

Now only the disciples who follow Su Zhentian closely can have a glimmer of life.

Naturally, he dare not disobey Qiao Ciguang's order now, and Su Zhentian is a well-known and well-known family, and has never had a criminal record of harming casual cultivators.

Therefore, they dared to take the risk.

The gate is right in front of you, but the weeping woman didn't have the slightest intention to push the door in. Instead, she carefully put down the bamboo basket in her hand, then lifted the black cloth and took out a pair of living wild geese.

The pair of wild geese had bright feathers, and their whole bodies were tightly bound with woven multicolored silk ribbons. Even their beaks were entangled several times, making them unable to sing.

The weeping woman looked solemn, with a hint of nervousness.

Holding the pair of wild geese in both hands, she gently placed them on the threshold in front of the closed gate, and took out two bells from her bosom. The bells were stuffed inside and could not make a sound.

At this moment, the weeping woman pulled out the stuffed fabric, hung the bell on the neck of the wild goose, and said in a low voice, "Kneel down."

As he spoke, he made a "plop" first, knelt down, bowed deeply, and pressed his forehead directly to the ground.

Seeing this, the four casual cultivators looked at each other in blank dismay, but soon, they also knelt down on the ground, sticking mud to their foreheads.

After a while, a soft bell sound was heard.

It seemed that someone was fiddled carelessly, and then, the bell became louder and louder, and even began to be mixed with the painful cry of wild geese.

The four casual cultivators were secretly startled, how did the geese sing despite their beaks being tied up?

They wanted to look up, but they didn't dare to think of the weirdness of this village.

After a long time, the sound of bells and geese gradually disappeared, and the weeping woman waited for a while until she heard the door "creak" open, then she was relieved, got up and said: "Okay, let's go in. "

"Mother-in-law, what is this?" The four casual cultivators got up and swept their eyes across the threshold, only to see that the geese and the bell had disappeared, but a few blood-stained feathers fell on the threshold, causing their pupils to shrink.

The four looked at each other and asked tentatively.

The weeping woman sighed and said: "This is the rule in the village, you can't break into the empty house, unless the empty house actively invites you."

"Otherwise, in the current old Xu's house, whoever enters will die."

She didn't mean to explain in detail, but shook her head, stepped over the threshold, and walked into the house.

The four casual cultivators frowned, but still followed.

The weeping woman did not stay in the main room, but went straight to the backyard with a clear goal.

In the backyard, three coffins were placed quietly.

She was not at all surprised by this scene. She put down the bamboo basket in her hand and took out a bundle from it. After opening it, there was a set of bright red wedding dress, two sets of water red dresses, and some rouge for dressing up. Gouache and the like.

"Open the lid of the coffin, and I will groom them." The weeping woman picked up the hairpin and hairpin, and instructed the four casual cultivators.

The casual cultivators had no reaction to the corpses. After all, as monks, they had seen a lot of dead people, and the corpses of mortals did not arouse their interest at all.

But when she saw the things in her hands, she was rather surprised, wearing a red wedding dress for a funeral?Wearing hairpins and beaded flowers?

But being urged by the mourning woman, the four opened the lids of the three coffins according to their words, and watched the mourning woman paint the corpses in the coffins one by one.

Her movements are very skillful, and her hands and feet are not as agile as that of an old man of this age, but her expression, despite trying her best to conceal it, still faintly reveals tension and fear.

The four casual cultivators stood aside, looking at this scene, their hearts were slightly awe-inspiring, and they always felt that this task was not as light as what Fairy Yumeng said

It's just that they didn't dare to leave without authorization.

At this moment, the weeping woman said: "The makeup is done, you help him up, it's time to comb his hair."

As she spoke, she took out a comb inlaid with gold and jewels from the bag. The comb was about the size of a palm, and the gorgeous comb was incompatible with her hands full of age spots and the simple environment around her.

So much so that the four casual cultivators couldn't help but take a second look, and soon found that there were many runes engraved on the comb, which was indeed a magic weapon!

A magic weapon will appear in this kind of place!

Moreover, it is still in the hands of a mortal old woman with no cultivation?

The four casual cultivators were full of greed for a while, and they calmed down after touching the three mortal corpses. They exchanged glances with each other, and decided to wait until the mourning was over before making any plans.

At this moment, the weeping woman stood behind the little girl who was lifted up first, and while combing her withered and yellow hair with a magic weapon, she sang in a crying voice: "One comb to the end of the hair, and the second comb to make the white hair match the eyebrows." The third comb is full of children and grandchildren, the fourth comb is full of children and grandchildren, the fourth comb is for eternal marriage, the fifth comb is for harmony with the old man, the sixth comb is for blessings and blessings, the seventh comb is for avoiding misfortunes, the eighth comb is for a lot of money, the nine combs are for joy and food, and the ten combs are free of taboos."

After the tenth comb, the dead little girl suddenly opened her eyes!