Nightmare Attack

After leaving the village chief, the group hurried to the Wu family mansion. The destination was the Dahe Niangniang Temple. They had to find the treasure of Dahe Niangniang before dark.

"What treasure could it be?" Lei Mingyu frowned, "If Dahe Niangniang can't find it at night, will she cry?"

"Could it be that skeleton?" The fat man turned his head.

Chen Hao hesitated for a moment and said in an uncertain tone: "Maybe, but I always feel that this matter is not that simple. I think... that thing should be related to the paper man scholar."

Jiang Cheng ignored their communication and turned to find Yu Chengmu, "Mr. Yu." Jiang Cheng walked beside Yu Chengmu and talked very cordially: "Please tell us about the taboos of driving corpses."

Yu Chengmu glanced at him and said with a fake smile: "It's okay to tell us, but are you willing to believe the words of an old man like me?"

"Mr. Yu is highly respected. If you are willing to teach me, I will be grateful." Chen Hao also came to join in the fun.

"Haha." Yu Chengmu stroked his goatee and laughed a few times, "Okay, I don't know much, so I'll just briefly explain it." "Corpse driving, also known as moving souls, is part of witch culture. Together with Gu poison and Luohua Dongnv, they are called the three evils of Xiangxi." "In ancient times, there were eight professions, and corpse driving was the first. Corpse drivers have a very high status in the Yin profession. At the same time, the rules of this lineage are the most complicated. Simply put, there are three types of driving and three types of not driving. "The so-called three driving refers to the three types of people who were beheaded, hanged, and stood in a cage to die. Corpse drivers can take these three types of corpses." "It is rumored that because these people were forced to die, the qi was suppressed in their bodies, and they died unwillingly. They missed their relatives and their hometown, so they could use spells to draw out their souls. After obtaining the consent of the corpse, they were processed through secret methods and suppressed in the body. Then they were driven over mountains and ridges, or took a boat across the water to return to their hometown to see their relatives for the last time and fulfill their wishes. "The so-called three types of people who are not driven refer to those who died of illness, jumped into the river or hanged themselves, and those who were struck by lightning or burned and have incomplete limbs. The corpse driver will never accept these three types of corpses. "Among them, the souls of those who died of illness have been taken away by the God of Death. No matter how powerful the corpse driver is, he dare not ask for it from the God of Death. "As for those who died of jumping into the river or hanging themselves, their souls are entangled by those dirty things, and they may be fighting for them. If the corpse driver intervenes rashly, he will get burned. "Those who died of lightning are all people with serious sins. Driving corpses for such people will ruin your Taoism. "Most of the corpses after burning are unrecognizable and their skin and flesh are incomplete. It is impossible to identify their faces. Even if such corpses are driven back to their hometowns, relatives will find it difficult to identify them, so..." Yu Chengmu paused, "I won't give money. After listening to Yu Chengmu's words, the atmosphere became stagnant. After a while, someone spoke up, "What do you think...how did the night watchman die?" Jia Jinliang asked in a playful tone.

"He should have died of illness." Chen Hao speculated based on the village chief's words.

The fat man swallowed his saliva secretly and said in a very low voice: "Maybe he drowned. Don't forget that the bodies we saw in the village were almost all wet." "That is to say, whether the night watchman died of illness or drowning, he is not allowed to drive corpses." Jiang Cheng touched his chin, "As a night watchman, he must know this, so tonight's driving corpses... should not exist at all." "This is a conspiracy." A Biao's voice was hoarse with a hint of vigilance, "It is aimed at us." Yu Chengmu narrowed his eyes, put his hands behind his back, and paced lightly, "Think about each stage of this mission together. The first night is to keep vigil, which corresponds to the vigiler, the second night is to pick paper figures, which corresponds to the paper maker, the third night is to sew corpses in the charity cemetery, which corresponds to the corpse sewers, the fourth night is to paint faces in the ancestral hall, which corresponds to the corpse painters, and tonight... our mission is to drive corpses." Jia Jinliang and A Biao frowned slightly, and their eyes looking at Yu Chengmu also changed. It seems that they don't understand why he said so much to Jiang Cheng and others. Yu Chengmu stopped here, but Chen Hao and others reacted quickly, "Keep vigil, prepare money for the dead, bury the body, paint the face, drive the body... This order is wrong, it's the opposite!"

Yu Chengmu nodded lightly, his face solemn, "Yes, it's the opposite. If I'm not mistaken, there may be one last step tonight, which is exactly what we need to do to retrieve the body, which is also in line with our identity as corpse retrievers."

The fat man raised his hand and interrupted at an inappropriate time: "Old sir, you don't need to guess this. The village chief just said that after throwing the body of the night watchman into the river, the body of the goddess of the river will float to the surface, and then we should hurry to retrieve the body, seal it in the coffin, and finally nail the coffin lid with 17 3-inch long soul-soothing nails." Relying on his excellent lung capacity, the fat man finished it in one go, and his thoughts were rarely coherent.

Yu Chengmu: "...It's really hard for you, a fat guy." Seeing Yu Chengmu silent, the fat man suddenly lowered his voice and said with some self-doubt: "Why, am I right?" Yu Chengmu took a deep breath, "No." As they said that, they had returned to the Wu family mansion. The group did not hesitate and went straight to the Dahe Niangniang Temple. When they stepped into the temple gate, I didn't know if it was a psychological effect, but suddenly felt a chill in my face. It was not completely cold, but a pure chill, like a thin sharp blade, scraping against people's sweat hair. The layout of the temple remained the same, and the coarse linen white cloth and white banners hanging on it were already in pieces. Everyone raised their heads and faced the eyes of the Dahe Niangniang sculpture.

The exquisiteness of the sculpture was something people like Jiang Cheng had never seen before. The woman's beauty was unassuming, and her eyebrows, lips, and even the folds on her clothes were all lifelike.

As if a gust of wind blows, women will jump down and dance around them.

Yu Chengmu was the first to look away, looking around the not-so-large temple, "Time is limited, we must find the treasure before night falls, and everyone should look for it separately, so that it is more efficient..."

Before he finished speaking, Yu Chengmu stopped, because from the corner of his eye, he saw Jiang Cheng walking towards the sculpture, then kneeling on the futon with a "pop" and kowtowing respectfully.

While kowtowing, he muttered something. No need to guess, he knew it was some polite words.

The rest of the people seemed to have found the survival code, and immediately followed her example. One after another, they went to worship Empress Dahe, and soon they spontaneously formed a line. Yu Chengmu rolled his throat, and later, he also went to line up.

He was the last one, followed by Jia Jinliang and A Biao.

Among these people, the most pious one was the fat man. He kowtowed more than ten times. If Lei Mingyu, who was behind him, couldn't see it and pulled him away, he could have kowtowed a few more.