Chapter 184
At two or three in the morning, there were no candlelight in the houses on both sides of the narrow street. Apart from the central avenue, it was impossible to have such advanced things as street lights.
Apart from the dim moonlight, which allowed people to roughly see the outlines of the surroundings, it was pitch black with no other light source.
In this darkness, two figures appeared on the other side of the seal, pushing wheelbarrows and moving forward on the bumpy stone road.
"Old dog, where should we throw the body tonight?" The person asking the question was the one pulling the cart hard in front. He might have walked this road often. Although he took one deep step and one shallow step, he walked quite steadily.
"Where else can we throw it? Go to Beishan. It'll save us a lot of trouble there." The person pushing the thing from behind was a man called Lao Gou. Both of them were skinny and dark. Compared to the walking skeletons, they only had a layer of skin and a little muscle.
"But old dog, I heard there were monsters in the North Mountain these days."
"Nonsense! We dumped corpses there every day before, and never encountered any monsters. So where are the monsters now?"
These two people are corpse bearers in the city. They are different from corpse deliverers and corpse carriers. Both "delivering" and "carrying" mean that someone pays to send or carry the corpse back.
What they carried were ownerless corpses, out of the city, and thrown into a mass grave, and that was the end of the job. They could get some money to eat.
So I chose to throw it at the nearest cemetery, which would save me some energy walking a few steps and my stomach would growl less.
The man in front obviously had no opinion. Lao Gou said it was okay. Although he was still worried, he didn't object anymore. After all, he was wavering. This was just a rumor. Which cemetery doesn't have a few ghost stories?
Two bodies were loaded onto a wheelbarrow and pushed out of the city with a creaking sound. The soldier guarding the city gate saw that they were the two of them. He had often dealt with them in the middle of the night, so he just glanced at them and let them go. It was bad luck for their line of work.
There are three city gates, and there are Luanfeng Posts outside two of them. The one on the west side of the city is farther away, while the one on the north side is closer, but the road is difficult to walk on. Not long after leaving the city, they walked on a small path and the wheelbarrow could not be pushed. Lao Gou and the other man each carried a corpse and climbed up the slope.
The branches and shrubs on the slope were half-dead and withered. It took a lot of effort for the two of them to climb up. Behind the slope was a desolate rocky ground with large and small stones, weeds and dead skulls mixed together. The cooing of an owl came from the dead tree in the distance.
The wind blew over the only conspicuous necromancy figure in the cemetery under the moonlight, and a few pieces of paper money floated in from nowhere. The two were very accustomed to this scene.
They didn't know whether they were stepping on stones or bones in their broken straw sandals, but they didn't care and continued to walk inside. There is a saying that goes "deadly heavy", and the weight of a corpse is much heavier than carrying a living person.
They had to move the corpse inside. After all, it was full outside, and it would be difficult for them to throw it away later. The more they tried to walk inside, the stronger the stench became. There were shallow graves, and some were just rolled up thin mats thrown casually in the pile of stones. There were even more remains that had been eaten by wild dogs, and they were used to it.
Seeing that they were almost in the same position, the old dog threw the corpse away and planned to walk back. After taking two steps, his companion did not catch up with him. He turned around and saw his companion still looking at the corpse on the ground.
"It's gone, what are you still looking at?" The old dog called him impatiently. People in their line of work should not take anything to heart, should not think too much, and should not look too much. Sometimes, just making eye contact with a corpse would be remembered for a lifetime.
"This one seems to be alive, not completely dead yet." It may also be that it has not experienced much and is not as indifferent as the old dog.
The old dog also looked at the body on the ground. The blood-stained clothes were made of good material, but they had been stabbed with large and small holes by the knife. There was basically no recycling value. It was obvious that he had been tortured. "Don't look at it. Let's go. Even if you save him, you don't have the money to pay for his medical treatment. He will die sooner or later with such injuries."
"If you don't want to die, don't get involved. We're just carrying corpses." Lao Gou went up and pulled his companions behind him. He clasped his hands together and bowed to the man on the ground: "My dear brother, every wrong has its perpetrator. When you go to the underworld, remember the people who hurt you. Don't make the mistake. We are just helping to carry the corpses. It has nothing to do with us."
After saying that, he clasped his hands together and bowed almost 180 degrees. As they say, the more courtesy one receives, the less blame one will give. Those who work in this field have seen a lot and have to be cautious. They are better off being safe than sorry. Anyway, they kowtow to everyone they meet all their lives, so this time won't make a difference.
"Gou, Uncle Gou..., look...what is that?"
The old dog, who was about to leave with a million dollars, hadn't even raised his head when the guy behind him started barking again. The old dog cursed in his heart, thinking that the young man was so naive, making such a fuss in the middle of the night. Who was he trying to scare?
The old dog just raised his head to scold him and tell him to be quiet, but he saw the man with a terrifying expression, pointing his finger in front of them. He didn't look like he was joking, so the old dog's heart skipped a beat and he turned to look in the direction of his finger.
It is normal to have a lot of ghost fires floating in the cemetery. They have also seen ghost fires before. They are light and will follow people.
There were four or five ghost fires in front of him, emitting blue-green light and floating slowly. Now the ghost fires could not scare him anymore. This was not the point. The point was that there was a person standing in the middle of the four or five ghost fires.
The man was dressed in white, his clothes swaying lightly with the ghost fire. His pale hands held an equally pale lantern. It was not the warm yellow color of a candle, but a strange bluish-white lantern. His big white sleeves also fluttered as if they were weightless.
Looking up at the pale collarbone, a red and white fox mask was placed on the slender neck. The ends of the slender and smiling fox eyes were swept with red, and the smiling mouth was also terrifyingly red.
What terrified them completely was that the hair on the mask was white, very white, unlike the old man's gray hair. This white hair shone fluorescently in the dim light of the moon. Half hidden under the white hair was a pair of white fox ears on the top of the head.
"Ah! Monster."
"Ah, help, don't eat me."
In a mass grave late at night, a person appeared with ears on top, wearing a mask, white hair and all white clothes. It was impossible to associate him with a human.
The two men screamed miserably and crawled out. The crows on the dead tree were startled and flew away, cawing. This made the two men even more scared, thinking that the monster was chasing them.
He screamed all the way and rolled down the slope. He didn't even try to take the wheelbarrow hidden behind the bushes. He shouted "demons and ghosts" all the way and rushed towards the city gate.
The soldiers guarding the city were frightened by them and thought they were bandits. Later, when they heard them shouting that monsters were eating people, they angrily hit them with the butts of their rifles to wake them up.
The figure in the mass grave didn't even move. He just held the lantern and watched them crawl away. After they disappeared, he slowly held the lantern and walked to the place where they had just thrown the bodies.
A tut-tutting sound came from behind the mask: "You ran pretty fast, but you also carried these two things away. It's really rude to leave them at someone's doorstep."
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