Imperial Legend of the Ghosts

"Huh, leave everything else alone, find a place to rest and talk." Guan Heng touched the dry money bag he got from the old man and muttered: "There are only two or thirty copper coins, not too many. . "

Entering the unknown village, Guan Heng casually found a kind-looking farmer and asked for a place to take a break and buy some food. The hospitable farmer readily agreed, but just accepted it as a symbol. Several copper coins.

Guan Hengshun chatted with them while eating the bread and broth brought by the farmer's wife.

"Brother Farmer, how are people in your area living?"

"Well, in fact, they are almost the same. In the Taiping years, everyone can barely plan food and mix food and clothing. But now the Dragon invasion in the north, our crops have also encountered natural disasters. Either drought or flood, these years have been poor harvests. "

At this point, the farmer shook his head somewhat helplessly: "Now I heard that the Dragons will soon come here. Our village is under the jurisdiction of the Kingdom of Sommeda. The royal family has issued a mandatory draft order. All The young and middle-aged are without exception, they must join the army to resist the aggression of the Dragons. "

"Well, I don't think I'll be conscripted by the army in a few days." The farmer sighed and sighed: "I'm starving when I look at this family."

"It's a pity, but I can't help them." Hearing here, Guan Heng also sighed secretly, but at this time, the cymbal drumming came suddenly outside the farmer's house, and the drumming sounded more and more. The more dense.

"What's going on?" Guan Heng couldn't help but feel puzzled when he heard the drums, but the farmer shouted at this time: "Well, just talking to the guests you, I forgot about the sacrificial celebration today."

Having said that, the farmer hurried into the room inside, and when he came out again, he was already wearing a strange black linen cloth with a large skull embroidered on it with white threads.

Seeing the farmer's appearance really scared Guan Heng, he asked in a voice: "Brother Farmer, what are you doing?"

"Guest, I'm in a hurry to go to the celebration. If you want to know what's going on, just ask my wife." The farmer threw this sentence in a hurry, turned and ran outside the door, it looked like a second Not afraid to delay.

Guan Heng looked at the back of him running out, but just shook his head and wondered. At this time, the farmer's wife brought a glass of water and handed it to Guan Heng. She explained: "Guests, you do n’t know. This is a custom in our village since ancient times. In the event of poor harvests or severe disasters every year, a ritual called a "carrying corpse ceremony" must be held to resolve natural disasters and human calamities. "

"Carrying Ceremony?" Guan Heng asked inexplicably: "What does that mean?"

"The back of our village was an ancient battlefield of a kingdom thousands of years ago. There were tens of thousands of soldiers who died here, and over time it became a cemetery." The farmer's wife explained: "The earliest residence of this village Or the caretaker of the cemetery. "

"I don't know when the guards collected seven ancient corpses. They and their son-in-law's relatives carried seven coffins around the surrounding forests and rivers every year, and then went to the original site of the ancient battlefield."

The peasant woman then said, "Then place the coffin in seven corners, place seven piles of bonfires there, and sing requiems day and night. People in the village think that in this way, they can be blessed by the soul of the ancient corpse. It has become the custom for millennia. "

"Oh, this is the case." Guan Heng nodded slightly. He didn't care much about this strange custom, but when he heard the peasant woman said that the village was behind the ancient battlefield, Guan Heng thought of the cemetery. There may be ghosts you can use.

With his eyes turned, Guan Heng asked casually, "Excuse me, Madam, can you observe the ceremony of the corpse-raising ceremony in your village? Can I go and see?"

"Here ... sir, I suggest you better stop this idea." Upon hearing this, the peasant woman's face changed slightly, and she said quickly: "The people in the village are somewhat wary of outsiders, especially the corpse lifting ceremony. You do n’t want to let others visit, this festival is horrible, you still do n’t want to watch it. ”

"Okay, I just talked casually, I didn't really want to see it." Guan Heng hurriedly said two perfunctory words, and after a while, he got up with an excuse and left.

Looking at the skinny horse he was holding, Guan Heng murmured suddenly: "That corpse lifting ceremony, hey, I'm afraid it's weird."

"Snoring ..." At this time, the thin horse just snorted and wondered whether he was in favor of Guan Heng's statement. Guan Heng shook his head: "No matter, follow the person holding the celebration to the ancient battlefield to see. It ’s serious to look for a ghost that works. ”

At this moment, several people suddenly came in the distance, discussing something aloud, Guan Heng thought, and then led the thin horse to hide in the corner, and observed it secretly.

Those people were wearing the same black linen cloth as the farmer, with white skulls embroidered on them, apparently the residents of the village. At this time, one of the big men said: "There was a sacrifice to escape last night. , I killed him in a hurry, and now one of the seven sacrifices is missing, what should I do? If I let the village chief know, I will definitely be scolded. "

Another tall man said, "It doesn't matter. A tramp came to my house overnight to stay overnight. I had tied him up to prevent a sacrifice from escaping. Let's hurry to my house and wash the kid. Clean and then sent to the altar. "

"Is this appropriate?" The other two villagers said hesitantly. "But that's one more death."

"Don't hesitate anymore," the slender tall man groaned. "It's the custom in our village since ancient times. If we don't offer these seven sacrifices, the unlucky ones are the villagers. Come with me."

The other three villagers were frightened when they heard the words. They seemed to think of something terrible and immediately closed their mouths. They followed the tall man and went home honestly.

Guan Heng, who was hiding in the corner, heard something inexplicable at this moment. He thought to himself, "These villagers seem to be talking about the corpse lifting ceremony, but why did they mention" sacrifice "and said that they wanted to What tramp to go to the altar, what is going on? "

"咚咚咚 ——guron—— 咚咚咚 ——" At this moment, deafening drum sounds were heard on the streets of the village. Guan Hengyan watched a group of villagers in black linen striding away from a distance. Here, there were fourteen people, two of them carrying a black metal coffin and marching straight out of the village.

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