The group of people stopped and I staggered back several steps.
Wolf Mastiff and Chen Xiazi both retreated to my side.
I watched helplessly as Mr. Yin picked up the golden abacus.
He looked down at the golden abacus and at the same time picked up the human skin and opened it.
Inside the human skin is an ancient leather book, and the outer shell feels a bit like sheepskin.
Blind Chen's face became extremely gloomy. He rarely had such emotional changes.
I also look ugly.
How could this golden abacus fall into the hands of others? !
I raised my legs to move forward, but was stopped directly.
Those people looked at me indifferently, as if they were looking at a dead person.
"The human skin and the book are from Bunniang's grave, you can take them away." "You can't touch this golden abacus!" I said through gritted teeth.
But I have no confidence whatsoever in saying this.
At this moment, we are just fish on the chopping board. Not to mention Mr. Yin and his group are outnumbered, in fact we are not even out of danger...
Mr. Yin kept his head lowered, with the golden abacus in one hand and the parchment book in the other.
A few minutes later, he suddenly said: "Send them down the mountain first. The man is dying. Send him to a hospital in each county for treatment."
"As for them, settle down in the ancestral hall and don't hurt them. I have something to ask later." After saying this, Mr. Yin raised his hand and made a gesture, which was obviously an action to let people take us away.
"You can't..." I finished my sentence and closed my mouth.
Because Feng Bao really couldn't hold on any longer.
How do we have the qualifications to negotiate terms with Mr. Yin?
He was lucky enough to be able to get down the mountain first and save his life.
I also thought twice in my mind. After going down the mountain, if he is not on this mountain, he will not be able to mess around again?
You can find other opportunities to get the golden abacus back.
The next moment, Mr. Yin suddenly said: "No one wants to help you carry this body, you can carry it yourself." His eyes fell on Zhang Jiugua's body.
I kept silent, wrapped up Zhang Jiugua, and carried it on my back.
Fortunately, two other people supported Feng Bao, and we were urged and pushed out.
The wind and snow have become lighter now.
Before walking to the gorge, you can still hear the sound of the suona playing faintly in your ears.
I couldn't help but look back.
In front of the ice lake, Mr. Yin’s group was still there.
From the distance to this side of the gorge, when I looked at the icy peak with the tomb of Bun Niang, I could no longer see anything clearly.
I don’t know what will happen to Ma Baoyi and Zhang Er.
In all likelihood, the bun girl's emergence will be successful.
My thoughts are still a bit messy.
After more than an hour, we walked out of the canyon.
When I went down the ladder at the entrance of the canyon, I saw my mobile phone.
I met that thing here the night before, I didn’t know whether it was a human or a ghost, and I left my phone behind. When I picked it up now, I found that apart from the cracked screen, it was not broken.
The phone is saying that the battery is low, and the time is five o'clock in the afternoon.
Unconsciously, time has passed one night and one day.
When I passed by Yizhuang, I realized that the people brought by Mr. Yin and the others were far more than just that team.
Ma Baoyi's Yizhuang was immediately surrounded by people.
There are many large burial clothes on the ground outside, and red quilts are piled together.
In addition, some corpses were also taken out.
The burial clothes must have been the clothes that Ma Baoyi had stripped away but not lost after stealing the body of the husband who had been married for so many years.
As for the rest of the corpses, they were those that were not taken away by Ma Lianyu.
As we passed, someone came up to communicate with the people following us.
After all, those people don't have a good look on us.
The way down the mountain was faster than the way up, and it took almost five hours.
By the time they arrived outside Hengchao Mountain, Feng Bao was already in a state of confusion due to fever. He kept talking nonsense, calling Mr. Luo to run away and leave him alone.
I felt bad when I heard it.
Feng Baoke must not let anything happen.
At the foot of Hengchao Mountain, we had to go our separate ways.
Feng Bao was taken to the hospital by car, while Chen Xiazi and I were pressed by three people into another Jinbei car.
The driver was a young man in his twenties, and he was obviously a little scared.
"This is a bit of a ghost... Why is there fog on the road?" The other three people chatted with each other and handed him cigarettes.
He told him not to talk about whether he had these things or not, and to drive to the ancestral hall quickly.
I could clearly see that they should be a group of people headed by Mr. Yin.
I just don’t know if this is a family or some kind of organization. It must not have existed for too short a period of time.
I'm afraid it's the people who stayed from the original bun mother and have continued to multiply to this day.
Blind Chen lowered his head and took out a rolled leaf cigarette to smoke.
They didn't make things difficult for Blind Chen and I, but their eyes were cold.
I supported Zhang Jiugua's body and placed it in the last row.
The wolf mastiff was lying among Zhang Jiugua's and mine's bodies. It lowered its head and was obviously a little tired.
It was indeed fogging outside the windows.
In this hazy mist, many figures can be vaguely seen, staring at our car.
They didn't know the reason, but I knew it very well in my heart.
We took the body with us, but Chen Xiazi did not open the way.
In fact, there was already fog on the way down the mountain, but nothing sneaky dared to come up and block the way.
I was still worried in my heart, fearing that something would happen to Feng Bao.
During this period, I asked them a few questions, which meant calling their other staff to ask if Feng Bao had arrived at the hospital and how he was doing, but no one paid any attention to me.
When the car finally stopped, it was almost midnight.
They asked me and Blind Man Chen to get out of the car impatiently.
Blind Chen and the Wolf Mastiff came down first, and then I came down carrying Zhang Jiugua's body.
Next to the car is a large, single-door house with a high door and a sign hanging on it.
"Each county maintains a mountain temple."
Outside is a wide road, and beyond the road is a pasture.
At this time, the moonlight was faint, shining on the road and grassland.
In the hazy mist, you can vaguely see some yaks walking back and forth.
"Go in." The person who spoke was a middle-aged man in his thirties.
He was wearing a dark cotton-padded jacket. When we fought before, he was the one who wanted to hit my head.
At this moment, other people were also looking at me and Blind Chen warily.
Blind Chen didn't say anything and just stood next to me. Faintly, his hand moved slightly.
Now there are only these four people around us, the three people who are pushing us down the mountain, plus a driver.
The situation is actually different from that on the mountain.
If Blind Chen takes action, I'm sure he can take down these people.
But it’s impossible for us to take action. Feng Baoan didn't know that the golden abacus was also taken away by Mr. Yin...
My thoughts became much clearer, and then I took a deep breath and said, "Uncle Chen, let's go in and wait for Mr. Yin to come see me."
"Yes." Blind Chen walked towards the ancestral hall.
I also want to carry Zhang Jiugua's body and walk in.
Suddenly, a voice came from behind the road and shouted: "Hey, the fortune teller over there, can you help me?"
I glanced back subconsciously.
The fog on the roadside is actually almost gone.
Next to a road pillar, squatting was a teenage "child".
In fact, he is not young, but he is not tall and looks a bit dwarf.
His eyes were sinister, and he was holding something in his hand, and he was looking at me directly.
"It's so late at night. Where is this person coming from? Get out of the way!"
"Mr. Yin wants these two to close the ancestral hall! Don't come and cause trouble!"
The middle-aged man was extremely impatient. He shouted at the dwarf and made a move to drive him away, as if he was chasing him away.
The moonlight suddenly became a bit colder and gloomier.
The dwarf suddenly smiled, and his eyes turned to the middle-aged man.
"I asked my husband to tell my fortune, and you talked nonsense. Do you want to die?" His cold voice was full of darkness and oppression.
The middle-aged man's expression changed, and he became a little more angry.
Blind Chen suddenly lowered his head and called me: "Sixteen, don't you want to wait for Mr. Yin to come back? It's so dark today and it's uneasy outside, so let's go into the ancestral hall."
