A hundred flavors of life

Chapter 625 The funeral procession at midnight! (Please order in full)
Hua Twelve looked at the body of the little beast on the ground, feeling a little regretful that he had acted too harshly. How many years had it passed before he met such a goblin, and he was killed by himself? Who knew that this goblin was such a good person? You said you were so What kind of pretense is there when the food comes out?

He felt that he had killed a protected animal, and it was still a cherished animal.

etc.
Hua Twelve's eyes shrank, and he suddenly discovered a problem, that is, the blood burst by the little beast was rapidly coagulating, and the blood turned into dark brown blood clots and scars. It was obviously fresh blood that had just been spilled, but it looked like it had already been It's been a long time.

Looking at the body of the little beast, it had begun to rot, as if it had been dead for a long time.

I was thinking about asking Chen Jiuliang, the tomb robber, to come over and see what was going on and see if the native master had any knowledge in this area. After all, the zongzi they might come into contact with was from the same system as Huangpizi. Well, they were not human!
But before he could call Chen Jiuliang, he heard sharp and piercing screams coming from all directions. The screams were not human-like, and they couldn't tell what they were. They came one after another and were so densely packed that they were probably hundreds or even hundreds. More.

When those voices sounded, they were far away from Hua Twelve and Chen Jiuliang. Listening to the voices, it was estimated that there was a distance of about 600 meters. However, those screams quickly approached. In a few breaths, the distance had been closed. About 200 meters.

In the dark forest, this kind of scream suddenly came out, and it was approaching quickly. Chen Jiuliang swallowed and reminded:

"Boss Cheng, I'm afraid, I'm afraid the person who came here is evil!"

Hua Twelve glanced at him lightly:
"Soldiers will stop you, water will cover you, and water will cover you. Brother Chen, you are from a local family. You have never seen any scene. You can handle it even with big rice dumplings. Are you afraid of such a small scene? Of course, if you are afraid later, you go first, and I will take care of you." That’s it!”

When Chen Jiuliang was praised by him, he originally felt that it was quite honorable and courageous, but when he heard him go on to say that he could leave first if he was afraid, and the other party stepped in behind, he suddenly felt a little embarrassed, and he immediately patted his chest:
"Boss Cheng is joking. I, Chen Jiuliang, have put life and death aside for the sake of my second master. I have a scar as big as a bowl on my head. 18 years later, I am a good man again. The worst I can do is die. How could I run away first and leave you behind?" Woolen cloth!"

Hua Twelve praised: "Good man, I will leave first in a moment, and you will follow behind!"

Chen Jiuhao knelt down, did he say this?When you hear what you say, how do you sound like a human being?

Hua Twelve said that, but he had no intention of running away. He put his hands behind his back, looked around with a disdainful smile on his face, and looked around indifferently.

The shrill screams from all directions stopped suddenly about a hundred meters away, and were replaced by countless rustling sounds through the grass.

Those voices approached quickly, reaching about ten meters in the blink of an eye, until a fist-sized head poked out of the grass, and the mystery was revealed.

Huang Pizi!
Hundreds of thousands of yellow-skinned ducks poked their heads out from the surrounding grass or from behind trees, and then slowly moved forward, walking out of the grass little by little, revealing their figures.

The small ones are normal size, and the big ones are as big as ordinary native dogs. Each of these yellow-skinned dogs has green eyes, bared fangs, and looks like they are ready to attack at any time.

Even though Chen Jiuliang was a local master, he was now hairy. He held two iron galls in his hands and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Watching those yellow-skinned men move forward slowly in small steps, Hua Twelve knew that this was a test and was also adding to his sense of oppression, so he immediately grinned and said:
"If you want to go up, let's go together. Who are you trying to scare?"

I don’t know when I had a silver revolver in my hand, a never-wearing, unlimited bullets, magic-breaking version of the M500.

As soon as the weapons came out, the countless yellow-skinned men seemed to feel the danger and were afraid. They all stopped and let out low-pitched roars.

At this time, out of the grass facing Hua Twelve, a yellow-skinned man who was not too big, only about a foot tall, came out. This yellow-skinned man had gray hair all over his body, and the beards on both sides of his lips were all white. He looked attractive. He must be quite old last year.

Suddenly the old yellow-skinned man stood up and spoke:
"I am great when people ask for help from me, but I am humble when asking for help from others. It is better to go home a hundred miles away to practice filial piety than to invite Huang Xian to the temple!"

The next moment, hundreds of Huangpizi all around stood up and said:

"I am great when people ask for help from me, but I am humble when asking for help. It is better to go home a hundred miles away to practice filial piety than to invite Huang Xian to the temple!"

There are so many yellow-skinned people speaking human words in unison, and their voices are as thin as those of women or children. In this eerie environment, it is like a horror movie.

When the voice fell, Old Huang Pizi spoke again: "Brother, look at me, do I look like a human being or do I look like a god?"

The hundreds or even thousands of yellow men around were all like repeaters, speaking in unison again:

"Brother, look at me, do I look like a human being or do I look like a god?"

Hua Twelve's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly confirmed: "Are you the old eunuch just now?" The other party's tone and voice were exactly the same, so he asked like this.

The old yellow man chuckled, and all the yellow men also chuckled like him. The sound was eerie and eerie, sounding like one person but resounding in all directions.

Old Huangpizi’s laughter turned into a ferocious smile:

"What can I do if I am a master of martial arts? Thousands of my children and grandchildren are asking for the title at the same time. If you don't answer, even if Gan Fengchi and Yang Luchan are resurrected, you will die on the spot today."

As soon as it finished speaking, the large and small yellow leathers repeated his words again like a repeater: "..., died on the spot, died on the spot."

"Brother, tell me, do you think I look like a human being or a god?"

Qian Baihuangpizi once again said in unison: "Brother, tell me, do you think I look like a human being or an elephant god?"

Before Hua Twelve spoke, Chen Jiuliang beside him seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit. His eyes were blurred and he said stupidly:
"Like God., you are like."

boom!
Old Huangpizi's head exploded directly, and the 12.7mm bullet entered his soul!
The body flew out in a swirl and disappeared into the grass.

The gunshot also woke up Chen Jiuliang, shaking his head and asking in a weak voice: "What happened to me just now?"

"do not know!"

Hua Twelve really didn't know, he just had a guess that this guy was fascinated by Huang Pizi, but at that moment, he had a feeling that he could never let him finish that sentence.

At this time, he replied and no longer cared about Chen Jiuliang, because after the old yellow man flew out, thousands of yellow men around him screamed at the same time, bowing and preparing to attack.

But at this moment, a sharper whistle came from a distance, approaching quickly.

This whistling sound stung the eardrums, and all the yellow-skinned men fell to the ground, shivering.

The next moment, Hua Twelve looked up at a pine tree in front of him on the left. A yellow-skinned head appeared on the branch four or five meters above the ground.

The head poked around in a cute way, seeming to be observing the situation at the scene. Then, with four short legs, he walked out from behind the tree and stood on the branch. He squeaked and called to the yellow skins around him, seeming to say About something.

Then among the hundreds of yellow men around him, another old yellow man with a white beard walked out and said in human language:

"Ancestor, he ruined your grandson's cultivation. He destroyed two of my souls. Now I am in pain and rolling all over the floor. You can't ignore it."

Boom.
A muffled thunder came from a distance. The yellow man on the tree seemed to be frightened. He suddenly jumped down from the tree and rushed to the feet of Hua Twelve. He hid between his feet and shivered from the gap between his legs. The probe looked towards the sky.

It didn't stop trembling until the thunder gradually disappeared, and then roared at the old yellow man. The old yellow man slowly backed away reluctantly. At the same time, the surrounding little yellow men also slowly retreated. Into the grass.

When the old yellow man turned around and left, there were rustling sounds from all directions again. It was obvious that these yellow men were moving away quickly.

Chen Jiuliang let out a deep breath, clasped his hands together, and bowed to the yellow leather piece between Hua 12's feet.

Hua Twelve leaned down and touched the yellow-skinned man's head. When Chen Jiuliang saw it, he quickly shouted:
"I can't touch it, Boss Cheng. This must be Wong Tai Sin. You must not be rude." As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes widened because he saw the yellow man whom the old man called his ancestor. Not only did he not hide, but He put his head closer and rubbed it into Hua Twelve's hands.

Hua Twelve said with a smile: "I have long thought that you are extraordinary, but I didn't expect that you hide so deeply that you are the ancestor of these yellow-skinned people!"

He had already recognized this yellow-skinned one when it showed its head just now, otherwise he would not have allowed it to hide between his legs. This was exactly the one he had known for several years and was worshiping the moon in the Forbidden City. He didn't know how to get there. Here it comes.

The yellow-skinned bird jumped up and landed on Hua Twelve's shoulder. This was the first time the two had been so close since they met.

Hua Twelve smiled and said: "You can stand on my shoulder, but don't fart!"

The yellow man gave him a humane look, and then whispered in his ear:

"Sir, are you here for Dongling?"

When those yellow-skinned men spoke before, Hua Twelve thought they were really speaking human words, but then he discovered that the yellow-skinned man on his shoulder did not really speak, but only made the movement of opening and closing his mouth. There was no sound wave vibration coming out, it seemed to be a kind of spiritual force, letting the people around understand its meaning.

Hua Twelve nodded: "I have a good friend who is trapped in the underground palace of the old witch Ding Dong Tomb. I have to rescue him, but I can't find the place here. Can you help me find a place? "

The yellow man shook his head repeatedly, acting silly and cute:
"That underground palace is the reincarnation place of the old Buddha. Shamanism and the Lama Lama Temple have arranged many methods there. It is extremely dangerous and dangerous. The living people who enter have a narrow escape. I feel that the Feng Shui of Dongling has been damaged this time. , then I came over to check, as for Lafayette’s underground palace, I don’t dare to go in!”

After saying that, he advised: "Although you are a real person, sir, it's best not to go. As for your friend, I'm afraid he's already dead!"

On the side, Chen Jiuliang seemed to be able to hear only Hua Twelve talking, and looked confused: "Boss Cheng, are you talking to Wong Tai Sin?"

Naturally, Hua Twelve did not tell him that people said that Er Yuehong was dead, but instead said to Huang Pizi:

"Then I don't need you to follow me. I just need you to point out a clear path for me. How about I get you three Daokou roast chickens later?"

Huang Pizi shook his little head, seeming to be thinking about something, and said after a while:

"Then I helped you, sir, and you have to help me once too!"

Hua Twelve had a vague feeling that what the other party wanted was a lot, and he would have to pay a lot to show the way. He felt in his heart that the deal proposed by this little yellow guy was unfair.

But then I thought about it. Although he didn't need help when the other party drank away the thousands of yellow skins just now, he was also kind-hearted. If he cares about the gains and losses, he seems stingy.

He immediately muttered: "Yes, as long as it is within my ability, I will do my best!"

What he said is also skillful, within his ability, that is, if I can't do it, don't force it, do your best, that is, he will try his best, but he will not take risks that he cannot afford.

The yellow-skinned man was also a spirit. He seemed to have seen through Hua Twelve's thoughts and actually grinned.

Yes, even though he is a yellow-skinned boy, the upturned corners of his mouth and narrowed eyes are definitely smiling. In the modern world, when Hua Twelve was scrolling through his cell phone, he saw a lot of Shiba Inu smiling like this on a certain video.

Well, it's the same.

After the yellow man finished laughing, he said: "There are still two quarters of an hour before midnight. There will be a funeral procession passing here. Sir, please don't make a sound then. If you follow the procession from a distance, you can find the tomb of Lafayette." "

It seemed to think of something when it said this, and reminded:

"My Dracula Sun is cultivating in the golden well in Lafayette's underground palace. It can't get out of its body, sir, and you must not go in. It is following the evil path that sucks people's souls. Sir, it has destroyed its two souls. If If you encounter one, you will fight to the death!"

"As for the other little brats, with my orders, they don't dare to cause trouble to my husband anymore. Only those who have evil deeds must repay their flaws, and they will definitely violate my words."

"But sir, as long as you don't go to Jinjing to meet his true form, sir, your energy and blood are like mercury, and ghosts and ghosts will be as afraid of you as the blazing sun, and its cunning methods will not make any waves in front of sir."

After Huang Pizi finished speaking, he said: "I'm going back. If sir, if you survive today's danger, don't forget to promise me the three roast chickens!"

This statement clearly refers to roast chicken, but it actually refers to what Hua Twelve promised it to help.

Hua Twelve nodded: "Don't worry, I will never break my promise!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Huang Pizi's body bowed, and he jumped up from his shoulder. He jumped up to the treetop lightly, and then jumped again. He was already on another tree ten meters away, and flew away in the blink of an eye. The direction should be towards Sijiucheng.

Chen Jiuliang let out a sigh of relief when he saw Huang Pizi leaving. Just now, he felt great pressure in front of this little Huang Pizi, and he didn't dare to breathe. He had already determined in his heart that this must be Huang Taixian.

"Boss Cheng, what should we do?"

Chen Jiuliang couldn't find the way and was at a loss now. After asking this question, he suddenly saw Hua Twelve looking at him with a strange expression. He said in confusion:

"Boss Cheng, why are you looking at me like this? Is there something wrong with me?"

Hua Twelve glanced at Chen Jiuliang with pity, then his eyes instantly returned to normal, he shook his head and said:

"There's nothing wrong, it's just that I already have a solution, just follow me!"

He didn't tell the truth. In fact, something was very wrong with Chen Jiuliang now. The originally plump skin on his face had gained more than a dozen wrinkles in just a short time, and his temples had turned gray, as if he had aged dozens of years. Same.

Hua Twelve estimated that this was the reason why the old yellow man failed to keep his heart and said "like a god" when he was asking for a title. Although he didn't understand the key, he knew it must be related to this matter.

Chen Jiuliang felt weak all over and his steps were heavier than before. He thought it was due to his own injury and did not think about anything else.

Hua Twelve took him back to the car, took out a cigar, and smoked while standing guard by the roadside, waiting for the funeral procession that Xiao Huang mentioned.

Well, Xiao Huang is the name he gave to the yellow boy. I guess the other party will be very happy when he finds out.

Chen Jiuliang didn't know what the two of them were waiting for. He asked twice but got no answer, so he could only wait anxiously.

More than 20 minutes later, a sudden gust of biting cold wind blew. The cigar in Hua Twelve's hand was extinguished instantly. He took out a match and planned to light it again. He struck a few matches and they all went out instantly as soon as he struck them. He used his hand to block the wind. Will not work.

Chen Jiuliang, who was already shivering from the cold wind, suddenly whispered:
"Boss Cheng, look over there!"

Hua Twelve looked up and saw a team coming from the direction they came from. They were figures, but they couldn't see their faces clearly in the darkness. The strange thing was that these people walked without making any sound.

He felt something was wrong, so he pulled Chen Jiuliang to the side and whispered: "Don't make any noise. Let's see what's going on first!"

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