The little princess was torn, and the demon emperor patched her up

Chapter 158 Corpse Exorcist

"What a bastard!"

The men took down their lanterns cursing, but Xiao Baojing had already slipped away.

She stayed with the old lady in the farm for five hours, and it was already completely dark.

The old lady found the manager of the lantern factory to count the results of today's work, paid the money, and then took Xiao Baojing's hand tightly and went to the back door of the manor.

Xiao Baojing discovered that the back door of the manor had been converted into a flour shop, facing the street of Dazipeng Village.

The owner of the lantern factory sat cross-legged by the brazier, picking his teeth while selling flour.

The old lady used all the silver she earned today to exchange for a little flour.

Xiao Baojing: After all this time, the money earned was returned to the owner of the lantern factory!

What is this!
As they were about to leave, the lantern factory owner suddenly said, "Wait!"

He stood up from the brazier, holding up the lantern and shining it towards the old lady, hesitantly saying, "You..."

"Black!" The old lady pointed to her hair. "I'm young and can still work!"

The boss's eyesight was probably not very good, but when he saw that her hair was black and that she was wearing bright red or green clothes that young people liked, he nodded with relief and sat back down by the brazier.

He grabbed a handful of melon seeds and waved his hand lazily, "Go! Come back to work tomorrow!"

On the way back up the mountain, Xiao Baojing took one deep step and one shallow step, and only because the old lady held his hand tightly did he avoid falling.

She heard the old lady sigh: "They don't want people with gray hair."

Xiao Baojing was stunned.

“When they get older, they don’t want it anymore.”

The forest was silent. The old lady's voice was tired and calm. "Old people are annoying. The boss is not happy to see them, and everyone dislikes them. I dyed my hair black and wore red and green clothes. The boss thought I was young, and I could work one more day in the lantern factory."

The moonlight cannot penetrate the dense forests in the mountains.

The old lady was reluctant to light the lantern, and only relied on her decades of memory to lead Xiao Baojing through this rugged and dark mountain road.

The old man's palms were rough and dry, like weathered tree bark.

Xiao Baojing remained silent, unable to comfort her with words.

Back in Xiaozhipeng Village, the old lady lit the candles and started kneading the dough.

The round and white dumplings were put into the pot.

Xiao Baojing sat behind the stove and heard the old man say slowly, "They always leave in a hurry. It's New Year's Day, but they don't even want to eat a meal at home."

Xiao Baojing stared at the flames burning in the stove and guessed that his mother-in-law was probably talking about her remarried daughter-in-law and two grandchildren.

"I always hope they can stay at home for a few more days. I prepare bacon, sausages and pickled mustard greens every year, thinking they might stay until after the Lantern Festival.

"But they are very busy. They are leaving before their bowl of tea has even cooled down.

"They didn't want the things I prepared. They went to the city. I think they thought my things were not clean."

The fire from the stove jumped on the wall behind Xiao Baojing.

It used to be a snow-white wall, but with the passage of time, it has now become blackened. There are pictures on it drawn by children with charcoal. The lines are messy. Some are chickens, ducks, and puppies, and some are a few crooked people. It looks like a family portrait.

The old house is still there, but the people in the family portrait can never be gathered together again.

There was a gurgling sound coming from the pot.

The dumplings are cooked.

The old man served Xiao Baojing a bowl and said, "Eat it."

Xiao Baojing took a bite of the soft and sticky glutinous rice balls and smiled sweetly at her: "Grandma's glutinous rice balls are super delicious!"...

Xiao Baojing stayed with the old lady until the end of the Lantern Festival before setting out again on his journey south.

When she came out of Zhipeng Village, she had a string of sausages hanging around her neck and held bacon and snow vegetables in her hands. Her mother-in-law insisted on giving them to her. Fortunately, she secretly put two silver ingots on her mother-in-law's table. They were brought from the Demon God Temple, thinking that they would allow her to spend her old age in peace.

Finally, when they reached a place where Zhipeng Village was no longer visible, Xiao Baojing stuffed the sausages, bacon and pickled mustard greens into his bag.

She put her hands on the pergola and looked around. This was still the territory of Qingfengling. She estimated that if she walked another hundred miles or so, she would reach the border of Eastern Wei.

Xiao Baojing was humming a tune and thinking about finding a dilapidated temple to cook bacon rice tonight when he suddenly smelled a rotten stench.

She quickened her pace and passed through the dense forest. The view ahead was wide open. There were all kinds of corpses piled densely by the water, which was exactly the same as the scene she saw when she just came out of the Great Wall of Demons.

Her heart beat faster and she had to cover her mouth and nose as she walked through the place with a complicated expression.

But after walking five miles forward, there were still endless corpses.

The corpses here were probably just brought here. They were slightly fresher than the previous ones and did not have such a pungent stench of decay.

Just as Xiao Baojing was about to pass through, he suddenly saw an old man rummaging through the pile of corpses.

She couldn't help but remind him, "These are the corpses of ghosts and monsters. It will be difficult for you to find valuable things from them. The corpses gathered together will easily rot and get sick. Uncle, you should leave quickly."

The old man turned around and glared at her: "What nonsense are you talking about, little girl?! Who is looking for valuables?! I am collecting corpses!"

"Collect the corpse?"

"I am a corpse driver, entrusted by others to take their relatives and friends back to their homeland. What do you, a little girl, know? Go away and play somewhere else!"

He was wearing a green Taoist robe and a bell on his waist. Although he was old, he had broad shoulders and a thick back, which showed that he had been doing physical work for many years.

He searched through the pile of corpses one by one to find the bodies he wanted to take back. His hands were red and swollen from the cold and he kept coughing.

Xiao Baojing had heard of corpse drivers.

They have a secret technique that allows them to bring the bodies of those who died in a foreign land back home so that their souls can return to their homeland and be buried.

Unexpectedly, she met the legendary corpse driver in this world.

She looked for a moment and then continued on her way.

There is a dilapidated temple in a corner of Qingfengling.

At this time, the sky became dark again, and it seemed that a heavy snow was about to fall.

Xiao Baojing cleaned up a little, lit candles and started a fire, then took out pots, pans, and the bacon and sausages given by his mother-in-law from his bag.

She cooked a big pot of bacon rice.

Outside, the wind and snow gradually raged.

When the bacon rice was almost cooked, she vaguely saw someone coming through the wind and snow.

Do not……

More than one person...

She stretched out her hand nervously and made hand gestures, ready to give the newcomer a warning if he was not a good person.

As the figure gradually got closer, Xiao Baojing could see clearly that it was the corpse driver he had seen during the day.

He was carrying two bamboo poles on his shoulders, and behind the poles were densely packed with people.

Just like the zombie movies she had seen before, these people put their hands on bamboo poles and jumped along with the corpse driver towards the ruined temple.

Xiao Baojing: Scared!
She held the bowl and quietly moved to the corner, watching the corpse driver and those "people" enter the ruined temple.

(End of this chapter)