Twilight Boundary

Chapter 96: Grave-sweeping late at night (1st update)

This night is destined to be very long.

Sitting in the yard, Hu Ma silently thought about what he would face tonight.

He knew that the monsters from Tan'er Cult were just harassing and testing people. He thought the main point was to cover up those who were looking for blood food. They didn't know that the old shopkeeper was not in Zhuangzi yet, and they didn't dare to tell them all at once until they found out the details of Zhuangzi. Use your true skills.

However, once they bump into the old shopkeeper, they will know that Zhuangzi is just an empty city plan, and that will be the time for them to get really ruthless, and it is also the time for them to take the lead.

 Calculating the time, it’s almost over.

Hu Ma took a deep breath, lifted half a jar of wine to his side, took a big gulp, and wiped his mouth.

There are some things that I can’t see clearly from my own perspective. I don’t know the old shopkeeper’s intentions, and I don’t know what I really need to face.

 But Erguotou and Miss Baijiu could easily see the real purpose of the old shopkeeper, and they also gave themselves guidance from another level, but they couldn't do anything for them.

Outside Zhuangzi, a faint wind blew in, which seemed to be mixed with some indescribable strange sounds and laughter.

The guys all retreated into the house and didn't dare to light the lights. They had done a good job this night.

 After all, even if they have a strong foundation, they still have their limits. Now they have been struggling again and again. After several consecutive extraordinary performances, they have reached a trough. At this time, they are even less courageous than usual.

 But it doesn’t matter, just resist it.

 “Brother Mazi…”

Hu Ma was building up her confidence in her heart when she suddenly heard a shout and saw Zhou Datong appear behind him.

His sword was requisitioned by Hu Ma, so he also requisitioned the swords of Xu Ji and his two followers, one each for Zhou Liang, and Zhao Zhu carried his most loyal dung fork.

 Smelling a suffocating stench, it turns out that it has been possessed by a demon.

 “What are you doing here?”

Hu Ma asked in a low voice. He glanced around the yard. It seemed to be quieter than before. The ghost temple fair was not about something, but it gave people a more dangerous feeling.

 “Help…”

Zhou Datong pinched a peanut from the table and threw it into his mouth, and said in a sly tone: "We don't know what's going on, but even you started talking about the four major weaknesses, so we knew it was definitely happening. Not small."

“Don’t hide it from us, brother. If you have something to do, come together. If we don’t help you now, if something happens to you, won’t our good days in this village come to an end?”

"this…"

Hu Ma originally wanted to send them back and hide in her next sentence, but she was startled when she saw how serious they were.

He immediately smiled, waved his hand and said, "Then just stay here!"

“But be obedient and don’t be afraid. If you feel scared, you might as well go back to your room and sleep early!”

　　　…”

Zhou Datong, Zhou Liang, and Zhao Zhu felt as if they had been scolded. Their faces turned red and they shouted, "Don't be afraid."

“Second Master, why should the living be afraid of the dead?”

"but…"

As he spoke, he still showed a little panic, and asked in a low voice: "Where did Miss He and the old shopkeeper go? When will they come back?"

Hu Ma could only smile and whispered: "Who can know this?"

 …

 …

Similarly, he managed to survive the middle of the night in Zhuangzi, and when he was ready to face the things in the second half of the night, everything around Zhuangzi had already fallen into a dead silence.

Even those who were playing tricks outside Zhuangzi earlier seemed to have heard something. They looked at each other, and then some quietly closed their stalls and entered the dark night. Some looked at Zhuangzi with a smile that showed everything. .

 The night was silent and silent, a pale white moon crescent in the sky, quietly looking at the deserted wilderness.

Just in front of the stick of incense, less than ten miles away from Zhuangzi, two people walked quietly on a country road that had been stepped on and was already covered with roots of wild grass.

They were all wearing colorful clothes, sewn together with tattered strips of cloth. One of them was walking on one side of the road, each holding a jar in his arms. They walked slowly from the direction of Laoyin Mountain without making a sound.

When they arrived at the intersection, they simultaneously put the jars in their arms aside.

They sat down silently, one person lit a bag of dry cigarettes and smoked them, while the other picked up a grass stem and held it in his mouth.

After finishing smoking a bag of cigarettes, they both stood up at the same time and waved their sleeves behind them.

Slowly, a few more figures emerged from the darkness, and they were all people wearing coarse cloth coats and carrying poles on their shoulders.

It is already the twelfth lunar month of winter, but they are all open-minded, their skin is blue from the cold, and their hands and feet are chapped. They step on the ground full of gravel and frost with their bare feet, but they seem to have no feeling at all. They are just dumbfounded. He picked up the pole and walked forward step by step.

The two men in colorful clothes did not move, still holding the jars and waiting.

After a few more breaths, I finally saw a tall, round shadow emerging from the darkness, with heavy footsteps, moving over little by little.

When he got closer, he suddenly realized that it was also a person, but he was carrying a jar on his back.

That jar can simply be said to be a vat.

There were two people hugging each other, and they used thick cables and wooden sticks to build a frame, secure it firmly, and carry it on their backs.

"Auntie..." When the two betrothal men saw the figure carrying the big jar, they both bowed and saluted.

 But when they saluted, they first saluted the jar, or vat, on the man's back, and then saluted the man: "Grandpa Ninth..."

“Is that person named Wu still in Zhuangzi?”

 The man who carried the vat slowly stood up, took a few breaths, and then asked with a sneer.

 “The lantern never goes out.”

One of the two men in colorful clothes whispered: "The children are still working hard, but it's not time to ask my aunt to do it. First, I want to stretch my arms and say hello to his old friend named Wu."

 “Haha, in that case, let’s open a position!”

Grandpa Jiu, who was carrying a large vat on his back, sneered twice and walked forward slowly without comment.

He carried such a heavy thing on his back, so he walked very slowly, but no one dared to rush him. They could only follow him silently. After walking for half an hour, he finally saw an inconspicuous person in the field ahead. small grave bag.

It is already covered with grass, and there is no monument or sign of burning paper or flags. It looks like an inconspicuous small mound.

When he arrived in front of the grave, Grandpa Jiu stopped and stretched out his hand to the side.

One of the betrothal men hurriedly handed him a broom, while the other quickly burned incense next to him.

Grandpa Jiu took a broom and slowly swept up the soil in front of the grave.

While sweeping, he muttered: "The gods cannot be seen with the first sweep, and the enemies close their eyes with the second sweep."

"Three Sao's ears are quiet, and the master of Si Sao has arrived at the door..."

　　　…”

That grave mound looks ordinary. I don’t know how many villagers have passed by it in a year. There is nothing unusual about it, and it has never attracted anyone’s attention.

He didn't sweep hard, just sweeping back and forth, just sweeping away a layer of dust on the surface.

But a strange scene appeared. As he swiped left and right and murmured something, a dark wind suddenly blew in front of the grave. The surroundings seemed to become quieter and quieter, even the dim moon above his head. , was slowly covered by a layer of black clouds.

The night became darker, but the soil in front of the tomb was swept thinner and thinner, and two wooden doors were gradually revealed.

The wooden door stood diagonally on the ground, and there were even two rusty iron rings on it.

When Grandpa Ninth saw the door appeared, he stopped his broom and looked very proud. He looked around and whispered: "Open a position!"

The men in colorful clothes on both sides were suddenly very excited. One person on each side grabbed the iron ring and opened the door.

But I saw that the dark hole below was actually an earthen cave.

 “Get in quickly!”

Seeing this earthen kiln, the two men in colorful clothes were a little excited. One of them turned around, took out a bell from his arms, shook it, and made a very low sound.

Following them, several porter-like men who were standing tall were like a spirit. They slowly stepped forward and got into the earthen kiln. After a while, they carried out seven pieces of meat from the kiln. Come eight cloth bags.

These cloth bags look yellow on the outside, and you can’t tell what material they are made of.

The strange thing is that after it was shipped out, something squirmed inside the bag, as if it was trying to get out.

Whether it was Grandpa Ninth or the two men in colorful clothes, their eyes were filled with laughter when they saw it.

Waving his hand, he said to the porter: "Pick it up and let's go!"

"After a year of guarding, this blood food is finally in our hands..."

　　　…”

The porters had been waiting for a long time. After hearing this, they stiffly shouldered the pole and stepped forward, picked up the bags, lined up in a row, and prepared to leave with the sound of the bell.

But at this moment, in the still night, a cough suddenly sounded from behind them.

Everyone was startled, and turned around hurriedly, and saw two figures on the opposite side of the dark night. They had already appeared on the roadside where they came from. One was an old man with his hands behind his back, and the other one let out a whimper. Growling, it turned out to be a **** dog.

 “There is no one around late at night, so the grave sweeper calls the door.”

The old man couldn't see his face clearly, but he heard his voice sighing in a low voice: "Tan'er teaches more and more tricks."

"who is it?"

When the two men in colorful clothes saw it, they were startled and hurriedly held the jar in front of them.

 But Grandpa Jiu, who was carrying the big vat, was not panicked. He sneered and said, "Shopkeeper Wu, you are wise..."

“Leaving a bunch of guys to make rafts and hiding outside?”

 “It’s because your work is too rough.”

The visitor was shopkeeper Zheng Wu. He whispered and walked forward slowly. Gradually, they could see each other's faces clearly, and the smiles on their faces had disappeared. He sneered and said, "If I hadn't helped you hide it, I would have thought Hong Hong The people at the lantern festival are all fools, can’t they discover your tricks?”

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