Hu Bayi: "How many guns do they have?"
Almost every household of these mountain people has guns. It is conceivable to have money, and Hu Bayi can imagine that he wants to know the other party’s strength.
Zhou Hao: "Almost everyone has a shotgun and a shotgun. If they catch up later, what should we do?"
Hu Bayi thought for a while and said, "Try not to confront head-on unless you have the ability to ensure that you are not injured, don't kill people. They are all mountain people, not bandits," he said.
Zhou Hao frowned and said, "Okay, let's talk about it then. This is not a jungle, otherwise I can beat them again."
Next, everyone began to explore the temple. Although the temple was covered with layers of vines, there was no hidden danger of collapse. There were many birds nearby, and they all set up nests on the temple building, which meant that the air quality here was fine. Don’t worry about the poisonous mountain miasma. Hu Bayi: "You can take off the mask!", and several people took off the gas mask and handed it to Zhou Hao.
The temple is not large in size. The mountain god is a black-faced god with expressionless face and slightly closed eyes. The body is also a clay-shaped black robe. Although it is arched by a vine and falls from the throne in the corner of the wall, it still gives people a feeling of coldness and majesty.
Next to the mountain god clay statue are two clay mountain ghosts, both of which are green-faced and fangs, like yakshas. The one on the left holds a fiery red gourd and the one on the right holds a toad in both hands.
Hu Bayi: "It turns out that the toads and gourds marked on the map are here."
The fat man said, "It is probably a gourd to make wine, and eat a toad to make wine when drinking. Didn't Dajinya's grandson like this? But he eats chicken legs."
The fat man is too poor and his mind is really lacking.
Zhou Hao turned around with a purpose and finally found a corpse lying on the ground. Hu Bayi and Fatty also saw it behind Zhou Hao.
The two of them squatted down and began to study the corpse. Hu Bayi said in surprise: "Someone actually came to the Immortal Valley before us? Look, this person is not a local dress!"
The fat man nodded in agreement and said, "I'm not a local, so I'm here to travel!"
He was so decisive that Hu Bayi almost glared out, and he could not make fun of him!
Zhou Hao reminded speechlessly: "Two brothers, don't be poor. Just open the bag over there and just open it and see what it is."
Hu Bayi reached out to take a small flower from his backpack. He wiped the dust on it and saw an English word appear on it: "Shirley"
Zhou Hao can be sure, this is Shirley Yang's father
"si he..." Hu Bayi wanted to spell it in pinyin, but found that he couldn't spell it.
Fatty: "Is this in English? Is it right? Boss Zhou? What are you pronunciating?" The fat man was rare for a while to be smart.
Zhou Hao read: "Shirley"
Hu Bayi's hand froze. He immediately guessed who the corpse was. Shirley Yang's father had been missing. They did not find the old man's corpse in the desert, but they did not expect to find it here.
The fat man smiled and said, "Hehe, this name is the same as Staff General Yang..." When he said this, he saw Hu Bayi's face change, and Zhou Hao had already walked out, and then he realized it.
Shirley Yang had already come over at this time and took over the little flower in Hu Bayi's hand. Her beautiful eyes gradually turned red.
Zhou Hao lit a cigarette outside, and couldn't help but admire the old man. One person, an ordinary person, had achieved this level. He did his best for his daughter and wife.
"Give me a cigarette, Boss Zhou!"
"Give me one too!"
The three of them squatted at the door and began to suck the clouds and spit out. The fat man said, "Old Hu, why are you coming out with us? At this time, Staff Yang happened to need you!"
Hu Bayi said angrily: "Get out!" Oh no, his future father-in-law died when he came here.
Zhou Hao: "Brother Hu, Brother Wang is right, you go and persuade Shirley."
"I..." Hu Bayi hesitated a little, and he was already moved.
The fat man took a sip of cigarette and threw the cigarette butt on the ground and said, "If you don't go, I'll go! I'll say that one of your father fell down, and thousands of Hu Bayi stood up..."
Cough cough! Zhou Hao, who has forgotten these plot details, was choked by the fat man's words.
"Can you speak well?"
"Aren't I saying good things?" The fat man said in surprise.
Hu Bayi shut up his mouth. He really didn't know how to explain to this idiot not to use words.
"Zhou Hao! Come in, I want you to do me a favor!" Sherry Yang's shout came from inside.
Zhou Hao buried all the cigarette butts that the three of them smoked before saying, "Here you come!"
Then he walked in, and of course Hu Bayi and Fatty followed behind, but Hu Bayi didn't know why Shirley Yang didn't ask him for help, but instead went to Zhou Hao.
When Zhou Hao went in, he found that Shirley Yang had packed his father's bones and wrapped them in oil paper.
Shirley Yang: "Zhou Hao, can you use spells to see that my father's soul is still here?"
Zhou Hao nodded and immediately opened his eyes. Then he saw a middle-aged Chinese man floating in the air. His consciousness was a little dazed. The souls and minds in the waterways were sealed or wiped out by some force.
The difference is that there is a golden cross on his soul's chest, which represents faith and a pass, and he should go to heaven.
As Lucifer, I still know a lot about this kind of soul, and Taoism and Buddhism cannot save it. Forced reliance can easily break the soul.
Shirley Yang grabbed Zhou Hao's arm and excitedly said, "Did you see it? Can you let me see him? I want to see him!"
Zhou Hao: "He may be different from what you think of. He seems to have no consciousness now."
"It's okay, help me! Zhou Hao, please, I just want to look at him again!" Shirley Yang's big eyes were falling down, making Hu Bayi feel distressed.
Zhou Hao nodded and said, "Okay." He said as he stretched out his index finger, a drop of blood appeared on the tip of his index finger, and then quickly took a little bit on Shirley Yang's forehead.
Shirley Yang suddenly felt her eyes lit up, she had already seen her father.
"Dad! What are you? You're talking!" Shirley Yang cried.
Hu Bayi and the fat man watched Shirley Yang crying at the air, and even reached out to grab something. It was so weird.
Fatty: "Boss Zhou, please come here too, let's pay tribute to Senior Yang."
Zhou Hao pointed a red dot between his forehead and Hu Bayi before wiping off the blood beads on his hands and said, "If you don't want to see it, just wipe off the blood beads."
In fact, Shirley Yang is even more painful. She can only see it, but can't touch it, and it is even more impossible for anyone to respond.
Hu Bayi didn't know how to persuade him, so he was anxious.
Zhou Hao patted Shirley Yang who was crying and said, "Sherley, let me be sad. The most urgent thing is how to save your father. He is a devout Christian and has a ticket to heaven. I don't know why I was blocked here. My Taoist magic cannot save him."
Shirley Yang: "Is it a question of whether it's a corpse? I took his corpse back and buried in the church cemetery. Can I be taken to the point of being taken in?"
Zhou Hao shook his head and said, "It's not that simple. It seems that there is a formation here that controls the people who die here. Let me think of a way."
Chapter completed!