"So fierce?" When I heard this, I was a little shocked. In my impression, Jin Jiuye's professional skills were quite good. I didn't expect that there were big monsters in this world that even he couldn't deal with.
"Of course it's fierce." Master Jiu said, acting extremely free and easy. He took a flashlight to look around and said to us: "You two, take a look around here. I always feel that this place is a bit evil. Remember, Qian
Be careful and shout if anything happens."
"Yes." I agreed, and Xiaopang and I took flashlights and dispersed. At this time, the fog was much lighter than before. It was not difficult to look after each other within a dozen meters with the light of the flashlight.
I felt like I took two steps toward the southwest corner, and soon I saw two bodies stacked on top of each other in the grass.
It was similar to the one I saw before, except that the hair and fingernails of the two had not grown back. His body was completely rotted, very thoroughly. The joints of the tired bones were scattered and piled on the ground.
One place, it seems that this one should not be in danger.
I walked over to take a closer look, but suddenly a big mouse that was more than a foot long screamed out of the grass. It ran very fast and disappeared in a flash. I didn't expect it.
Such a move immediately startled the guy, and he was thinking about whether to chase after him and take a look. At this time, the little fat guy also screamed in surprise.
As soon as Master Jiu and I heard this, we ran over quickly. As soon as we got closer, Xiaopang was holding a rather outdated old-fashioned rifle.
Woolen cloth!"
"What is it written on?" I said, ran over, and when I got closer, I saw that the dirty gun was indeed stamped with a light steel seal. Based on experience, I judged that this thing should be in Japanese, but I know Japanese very well.
It's limited, I looked at it for a long time, but I just didn't see it.
"Then where did you get this?" When Master Jiu saw this, he also took the rifle over and looked at it. The butt was made of solid wood, and there was a thick layer of rust on the gun. He pulled the gun.
The bolt was not pulled, and then he took off the bayonet, which was also rusty but still barely usable.
There were some traces of rust corrosion on it, which were very irregular from top to bottom. I took it in my hand and weighed it before looking at the rust stains on it. Based on common sense, I judged that this thing was probably stained with blood when it was dropped here.
Otherwise, the corrosion of rust should be much more even than it is now.
"It seems that the old man who drove the car didn't lie. The Japanese really came here." I said and threw the rusty bayonet aside. At this time, the little fat man was already squatting there and turning over.
Next to the body, there was a sealed plastic bucket. Most of the bucket was wrapped in weeds and vines. When Xiaopang saw it, he chopped off the grass roots with a machete he brought with him, and then
It took a lot of effort to pull him out.
"What are you doing?" Seeing him stepping on the bucket and brandishing a knife to chop it, I quickly stopped him.
"Crack it open and see what's inside!" Xiaopang said with a look of luck on his face.
"Pull it down, little Japanese thing, no one can tell what's hidden in it! If it's a germ bomb or something, you'll kill everyone with one blow. Look around, there are so many people dead, and this situation is now
Who can tell how these people died!"
"How did they die? Didn't the old man say that these devils were killed by passing Yin soldiers?" Xiaopang said and cast a look for help at Jin Jiuye who was standing aside thinking about something, "Jiuye, what do you mean?
In short, use your many years of experience to judge whether these people were strangled to death by ghosts!"
"Yes, Mr. Jiu, I always feel that the Yin soldiers I met on the road are a bit strange. Do you think they are the black and white impermanence in folklore? I see that their clothes are very similar." Taking this opportunity, I said.
"You ask me who should I ask? To be honest, I'm not sure whether it's Black and White Wuchang. I've never heard of Black and White Wuchang being so censorious. They all said that Hei Wuchang holds a mourning stick and Bai Wuchang holds a mourning stick.
Life hook, but you also saw that those we met were holding people on bamboo poles and hanging them back. It didn't look like they were taking people back, but they looked like they were catching a few people after hunting and bringing them back for barbecue.
I really can’t tell whether it’s good or bad.”
"Haha..." When I heard this, I suddenly felt a little happy, but thinking about Master Jiu's statement, there was nothing wrong with it. In fact, the appearance of those people was indeed the same as his description. But after thinking about it carefully,
I felt something was wrong again, so I looked at Master Jiu and whispered: "Master Jiu, haven't you seen the impermanence of black and white?"
"No." Master Jiu said, inserting the wooden sword horizontally between his back and backpack, and said to me in a matter-of-fact tone: "Who do you think I am? We Maoshan Taoist priests are not specialized in
When dealing with people in the underworld, people who die normally are not within the scope of our intervention. I have never seen the black and white impermanence, nor have I seen the bull-headed and horse-faced faces. However, I have seen some of the underworld agents who escort the dead souls home, but those people and
What I saw on the road were completely different."
"Hiss... According to what you said, there are many types of officials in the underworld?" Hearing this, I asked.
"Who knows, but I heard Master Chen tell me that there are ten kinds of ghosts in the underworld, known as the top ten ghosts. In addition to black and white, there are ghost kings, day tours, night tours, bull heads, horse faces, leopard tails, etc.
Beaks, fish gills, wasps, etc. These ten kinds of ghosts each have their own leaders, such as wasps that control insects, and fish gills that control fish and shrimps. They come out during the day and travel at night. They are not afraid of your jokes. These things
I haven’t seen any of them…”
"No...you are a professional!" After hearing what he said, the tall image of Jin Jiuye in my mind immediately shrunk a bit. I looked at him with a disappointed look on my face and immediately shook my head.
Seeing this, Master Jiu walked in front and said helplessly: "What's your expression? Let me tell you, although I have never seen their true bodies, I still know a little about their origins. Do you want to hear it?"
"Tell me about it." Anyway, it was fine, so I was happy to listen while walking. Little Fatty hadn't given up on his idea of picking up foreign children yet. He put the machete under his arm and squatted down to pick at his broken wooden barrel.
During this time, I walked around this wasteland, but except for some highly decomposed corpses and broken equipment that had been scattered for an unknown period of time, I found nothing useful.
After Xiaopang opened the plastic bucket, Master Jiu's story was over.
What Master Jiu told me was a theme and type that is very common in folklore, and the protagonist of the story is Black and White Wu Chang who goes around catching people with a mourning stick and a life hook.