"Shut up, everyone!"
Yangxian Lieutenant shouted loudly and pulled out the simple knife from his waist, "Tonight, I will personally lead people to guard Yizhuang. If the corpses turn into corpses, I will split them in half with one strike of my knife!"
They all showed their knives, and the die-hards suppressed their blushes and did not dare to say anything more.
Song Che also decided to stay in the town for the night. There were too many weird things happening in the past two days, so it would be safer to stay.
He specially picked an inn. Standing on the second floor and using a telescope to see Yizhuang, he definitely didn't believe in the corpse transformation, but he had a premonition that Taiping Town would not be peaceful tonight.
gradually,
The sun was setting.
Going from house to house in the town, they closed their doors and windows early before nightfall, leaving only the afterglow of the setting sun on the empty streets.
In order to prevent the corpse from transforming, Captain Yang not only recruited Cai Xing and other postmen, but also selected ten strong men in the town to control Yizhuang. If there is one more person keeping watch at night, there will be more courage.
After dinner, Song Che also planned to go to Yizhuang to see the situation, but before he went out, he called Shen Wenjun to stop him:
"Do you have to get into trouble?"
"In fact, there is a Feng Shui called 'raising a coffin to make a fortune'. Places that seem unlucky are actually full of luck, so I have to go there no matter what."
"Then take this with you."
Shen Wenjun handed over some messy things, "This is an evil talisman, boy's urine, glutinous rice water, black dog blood... Also, I heard that zombies can distinguish people by smell. If the real corpse changes, you must remember to hold your breath." .”
Song Che didn't want any of them. He only carried a lantern and patted the musket on his waist: "Why are there so many bells and whistles? The zombies are coming, so I'm going to overthrow them physically!"
Walk out of the inn.
Come to Yizhuang.
Not only did the gate of Yizhuang have a new door god, but there were also several yellow symbols posted on it. The yard of the village was covered with glutinous rice, and a bucket of black dog blood was prepared under the eaves.
The corpse has been put into a coffin and placed in the middle of the ancestral hall, with incense and candles being worshipped. However, even so, the summer is hot and there is a faint corpse smell.
Lieutenant Yang and his soldiers were guarding the mourning hall, while the postmen and strong men were guarding the door. Several jars of the emboldening liquor had been drunk, and the oppressive atmosphere was still solemn.
Still afraid.
Song Che strode into the mourning hall. He was not afraid of ghosts and ghosts, and those who insisted on the truth had to stand aside from all evil tendencies.
"Is there any movement?"
"Mr. Chen's words... if there is any movement, then what's the point?" Yang County Lieutenant said bitterly.
Song Che asked the soldiers to help open the coffin board, and looked at the body in turn. He frowned and asked again:
"Have you ever touched these corpses? Why do you think they have gained a lot of weight?"
County Lieutenant Yang explained: "The custom here is that the body must be dignified before being put into the coffin, so the family will specially ask the undertaker to touch up the makeup on the body."
Song Che still felt a little strange. The burial was just a cosmetic. The three corpses seemed to be a little fatter. Could it be due to the hot weather?
"Mr. Chen looks polite and gentle, but I didn't expect him to be so bold. My scalp went numb just by looking at this corpse. Mr. Chen looked at it for so long without blinking," County Lieutenant Yang said.
Song Che smiled and said, "Lieutenant Yang during the day is not so timid."
County Lieutenant Yang looked helpless, "The townspeople are here during the day, and I represent the government. If even I are afraid, wouldn't the people be even more panicked, which would harm... In fact, in a place like Western Hunan, it's hard not to believe in evil."
"Take a step to speak."
Song Che and Yang Xianwei walked out of the mourning hall, walked in the courtyard, and asked, "Has Yang Xianwei ever fought in a war?"
Yang Xianwei nodded first, then shook his head: "I took the country soldiers to suppress the Miao villages several times. It was not a war, but there were a few group fights."
He sighed again: "I'm ashamed to say that my grandfather once served as a hussar vanguard in Xiliang, killing barbarians on the battlefield, and made a lot of achievements. My father was at least a state commander in charge of an army, and here I am. One generation, he has declined and become a small county captain. He is nearly thirty years old, has nothing to do with his talents, and is reduced to staying in the mourning hall to keep vigil over the corpse."
"Chen is someone who has been on the battlefield... In that battle, corpses were everywhere, blood flowed into rivers, broken limbs and broken arms could be seen everywhere, wails and cries could be heard everywhere, and even the air was filled with the smell of blood,"
Song Che smiled and said: "How can someone who has seen a big scene be afraid of these corpses?"
Listening to Song Che's story about the battlefield, Yang County Lieutenant's eyes were full of envy. What kind of passionate man doesn't want to protect his family and country and make contributions?
"How is County Lieutenant Yang's investigation going on about the common hatred between Mayor Wang, Ren Yuanwai, and Li Si?" Song Che asked.
"There's nothing to investigate. Although I don't know much about Li Si, I know a lot about the activities of Mayor Wang and Ren Yuanwai." Yang Xianwei paused and said:
"Mayor Wang, whose real name is Wang Defa, is not only the mayor, but also a big landowner in the entire Jiangping County. His fields were robbed from the Miao people. After occupying the land, he rented it to the Miao people at high prices. Raise taxes privately and seek huge profits;
Ren Yuan, whose real name is Ren Qing, like Wang Defa, invaded Miao people's land. Not only that, he was also very lustful and harmed many women. "
In such a comparison, Li Si, who makes shady money, is still conscientious.
These three people actually deserve to die.
"What does Captain Yang think of the Miao people?" Song Che asked.
Yang County Lieutenant was silent for a moment and said softly: "A stubborn and simple nation, they deserve to be respected."
Song Che nodded, quite satisfied, Yang County Lieutenant was a talent that could be discovered.
"A group of kind and honest people, their land was occupied and their women were robbed. They went to the county government to report to the officials, but the officials knew full well but sat back and ignored them. Then they used their own methods to kill these bad guys, and the government came to arrest them. them,"
Song Che said slowly: "Killing people and setting fire to gold belts, keeping oneself in peace and keeping no corpses, this is not how the world should be."
Yang Xianwei sighed: "Three lives happened. Someone has to be responsible for it. If it's not the Miao people, it has to be us."
"What if it's really zombies that kill people?"
"Mr. Chen, stop joking, there are no zombies anywhere in the world——"
"Lieutenant Yang is in trouble! The coffin...the coffin is moving!"
The soldiers were frightened and rushed out of the mourning hall to tell the news.
"What!"
Yang Xianwei was shocked and rushed into the mourning hall with Song Che.
Among the three coffins placed in the hall, there was a "creak, creak, creak..." sound of fingernails scratching, which made people's scalp numb. "Dong, dong, dong..." began to hammer the coffins with increasing force.
"Black dog blood! Nuomi! Call everyone in!" Yang County Lieutenant called out loudly.
The soldiers quickly brought the black dog's blood and prepared it with a ladle in their hands. The post soldiers and strong men rushed to the mourning hall one after another, each holding swords and sticks, and grabbing a handful of glutinous rice in their hands!
Twenty pairs of eyes were staring straight at the coffin, waiting for the zombies to come out!
