The group of young people who came to find the corpse to drive away were left, leaving only Wang Jingzhe and Mao Burong, as well as a few corpses in the straw shed.

There is a truth in this world that will never change, that you will think beautifully, but the reality will be cruel. This is perfectly reflected in Fu Liangqi and his children.

The two sat in one corner with nothing to do. When the sun finally rose, they gradually fell asleep and waited for the evening to arrive.

After it got dark that day, Wang Jingzhe and Mao Burong also woke up from their sleep, and drove out the corpse at night.

Mao Burong put on his makeup and collar, and even stroked his small parting with his fingers. After he felt that he had cleaned up and finished, he picked up the soul-summoning banner and soul-swayed bell, cleared his throat and shouted: "The evil people are on the road, don't enter the strangers!"

"Lingling..." A team of corpses set off on the road.

Wang Jingzhe followed Mao Burong silently and watched him drive the corpse. People walked in front and bodies jumped behind. His steps were quite chaotic and there was no formation at all. However, the routes of the six corpses of this person were very consistent. Wang Jingzhe noticed that the seven of them had almost no deviations on the mountain road and were always on the same line.

"Have you positioned them or installed navigation? Why did you keep the route so consistent?" Wang Jingzhe asked in surprise.

Mao Burong said: "There are tricks and sayings from each other. Do you think driving corpses is driving forward with the corpses? We also put a wisp of our souls on them. Naturally, they will have to go wherever I go. And the route of driving corpses has not changed for many years. As far as I know, this mountain road has been about 300 years of history. It was driven by a certain generation of ancestors. After walking back and forth several times, it was decided. Since then, our corpse-driver has only taken this path. Otherwise, if the road is changed, the forest will be quiet again late at night, and you will step on the empty ground and fall down the mountain. It is not accurate to go down the mountain with one foot."

Wang Jingzhe nodded and said, "That's true."

As they went down, the two of them basically didn't talk much. Mao Burong kept saying that kind of yelling in his mouth. Although they might not meet anyone along the way until their destination, the rules are rules.

The mountain road that night was very fast. When dawn approached, I saw the outline of a village from a mountain from a distance, because the lights were on in the village, otherwise I would not be able to see it.

Mao Burong pointed to the village and said, "That's the place where the corpse is handed over. I told them that this day is almost the time to arrive. The family of the deceased prepared the coffin at night, and the corpse was buried as soon as it entered the village. After all, it was almost the seventh day."

There is also a saying that the time limit cannot exceed seven days. In this regard, it is basically common in the north and south of the country, that is, the first seven days will come. If there is no special situation, you will never miss this day.

More than an hour later, Wang Jingzhe and Mao Burong came down from the mountain and arrived in front of the village. When they came, there were indeed a group of people waiting. Next to the crowd were six dark coffins, bamboo slugs for carrying coffins, and some preparations for burial.

When the body came, the people in the village were not very surprised or afraid. A dozen people who might be the family members of the deceased came over with tears, but they were blocked by Mao Burong and told them not to touch them. He led the body to a few coffins.

This is a very important and most critical step in driving corpses, that is, handing over corpses. As long as the corpse is inserted into the coffin and the board is closed, their errand will be finished.

Mao Burong took off the talisman paper on the head of the corpse, and then wiped off the soul-sealing cinnabar. He lowered his head and whispered to Wang Jingzhe: "Fortunately, I met you, otherwise something would be easy. Even if I didn't cheat the corpse before, I would have to cheat if I took off the talisman paper. Then this village might be harmed. Brother, I won't say anything, thank you."

Wang Jingzhe said lightly: "Do you do it, and do it again in the future and you will have some idea."

"Oh, ah, aren't this all forced by life?" Mao Burong moved the corpses one by one into the coffin. At this time, the souls in the corpse had dispersed. If he hadn't met Wang Jingzhe, the one who dispersed would have been a very resentful soul.

"Bang" six coffin boards were closed, and the porter lifted all the coffins. Such villages in deep mountains and forests usually have ancestral tombs nearby for a while, and may arrive after walking for a while.

The family of the deceased gave him some money, and the corpse-driver was finished. From now on, from the time the coffin was buried and sealed, there was no intersection with him. It was a complete clearance of both people and goods.

After ordering the money, Mao Burong put it in his pocket with a little sigh, walked up to him and pulled Wang Jingzhe and said, "Let's go, go back with me, I have to take a good rest."

Wang Jingzhe was originally going to go to the corpse sect, so he naturally would not refuse, so he followed Mao Burong. The corpse sect was not too far away. The two of them walked for about three hours and arrived at dawn.

The so-called corpse-driving school does not have a mountain gate. Although they have similar history to Maoshan, dragon and tiger, they are a thousand-year-old Taoist school and are also a state-owned unit. Religion is very strict, so corpse-driving is considered feudal superstition. Even if the country does not crack down on it, it will not allow you to develop it vigorously. Therefore, the corpse-driving school's nest is a courtyard in a ravine. In front are two vermilion red doors, and the lacquer has fallen and the walls are dilapidated. Inside is a hall enshrined with Chiyou's statue, and behind are several wing rooms for the owner.

Mao Burong said embarrassedly: "It's a bit shabby. You can deal with it, let's deal with it."

Wang Jingzhe nodded indifferently and asked, "Is there anyone inside?"

"When I went out, my father and brother left. I guess they should come back at this time." Mao Burong came to the wing room, looked at the water in the tank, and said, "Maybe he's back, brother, brother?"

"Crill" Mao Burong screamed twice, and then two people walked out of the two wing rooms, one looked a little similar to him, and the other was middle-aged. The two obviously had just woken up not long ago.

"That's my brother Mao Buyi, my father Mao Nan"

Wang Jingzhe immediately said: "It is not easy to have you two sons, but your father is difficult enough."

After seeing him, Mao Burong's father walked over in three or two steps, raised his legs and put them on his stomach. Mao Burong took a few steps back and sat on the ground.

Mao Nan pointed at him angrily and cursed: "Who gives you the courage, Liang Jingru? You dare to drive away the drowning corpses, are you crazy? It is not easy for our corpse driving sect to spread to this generation. I'm just asking you to cherish it, but what about you?"

Mao Burong said in surprise: "Dad, do you understand?"

"Nonsense, that village is so close that six people drowned in the river, and you happened to be picking up the body again. How can I not know?"

"Then, why didn't you go to pick me up?" Mao muttered unhappily.
Chapter completed!