Yuanhun knew that Xiaozhou could not trust him, but he did not show any special performance. He kept waiting for us to come back quietly.

I walked to Yuanhun and smiled: "I made some comments and I made you laugh."

"It's understandable!" Yuan Hun looked at Xiaozhou with his eyes slanted, and Mu Qiubei said: "Best of all, the business is over, don't leave! Who can't settle the account?"

Yuanhun threw down a sentence and said, "But, Angkor, you have to think clearly. If you want to go to Jiumen Town, you have to go up against the underworld. If you change the road, you will not be able to reach Jiumen Town. Because Jiumen Town is not in the Yang world."

After hearing this, I couldn't help but frown: "Don't tell me that Jiumen Town is in the small underworld."

The so-called small underworld is a term in art, and does not represent the real Yin Dynasty underworld. Instead, it refers to some powerful ghosts and gods occupying a piece of land between the human world and the underworld. This kind of place may be the tomb of a certain king or a natural cave. In short, it belongs to a place where "it cannot go down to the yellow spring, it cannot go up to the sun". It has established its own order and is called a king.

The Taoist usually calls such a place a small underworld, and the dangers in it are even more terrifying than the real underworld.

Yuanhun nodded and said, "If it comes from the location, it is really a small underworld. However, I don't know if there is a ghost king there. If you want to go, you can't carry this coffin. Carrying the coffin into the small underworld is a big taboo."

The little underworld is where ghosts and gods occupy the mountains as kings, but the coffin is the place that connects the underworld's yang world. Carrying the coffin into the small underworld is equivalent to telling the ghost king that I plan to send you into the real underworld. The ghost king will not tolerate such provocation.

I looked at Yuanhun with a smile: "I have to carry this coffin into Jiumen Town. Do you dare to go?"

Yuanhun gritted his teeth and said, "Dare! We drove the mountain and spit out a nail, and the things we have undertaken will not be too bad. I will guide you."

Yuanhun turned around and walked up the underworld road to the mountain. Xiaozhou and I followed along side by side.

The mountain driving people must walk in front of everyone when going up the mountain. This is the rule of the mountain driving people. No one can change it.

The head-headed Yuanhun walked out shortly after he walked out, he brought his hand over and a flat-headed skinning knife in his hand: "Angkor, if something goes a little further, something will happen. If you hold this knife, you will peel it off my body if you see it. Don't be ruthless. Whether I can live depends on you."

"What does it mean?" Xiaozhou couldn't understand what Yuanhun meant, but I took the skinning knife over: "Don't worry, just walk forward!"

As soon as Yuanhun released the skinning knife, the man followed the cat down and lay on the mountain road with his hands bent down.

When Yuanhun leaned down, I clearly saw a piece of white hair standing up behind his neck - he was possessed by something.

When I tried to grab Yuanhun's neck, Yuanhun jumped out of my lock range like a wild beast. When I wanted to chase Yuanhun again, he had already turned sideways into the grass and disappeared.

I put the skinning knife in my pocket: "Get out, don't stand on the underworld."

Just as Hongxuan and the others were about to turn the coffin, Xiaozhou patted me from behind: "Look at who is there?"

When I looked in the direction of Xiaozhou's finger, I saw Yuanhun with his hands behind his back, kneeling straight on the side of the road with a stick of white wax on his head.

At this time, Yuanhun's face was not only bloodless, but his pupils had already spread out, and his bloody front teeth were baring outside his lips and could not be taken back.

I gently tucked his teeth with a knife, and Yuanhun's front teeth broke into bloody slags and fell down one after another.

Xiaozhou said in a deep voice: "He bit his teeth. Look at the top of his head, someone nailed a candlestick to his head. The man wanted to light his sky lantern."

In order to facilitate fixing candles, ordinary candlesticks either have pointed one end or hollow on the top. There are also candlesticks with pointed one end to be conveniently inserted into the ground. That kind of candlestick is an underworld tool used to deliver lamps to dead people.

That kind of candlestick has another function in the Northeast, which is to use it to light sky lanterns for enemies.

I squatted in front of the corpse for a while before I pulled out the skinning knife and scratched it from behind the ear of the corpse.

As soon as the blade went, blood flowed out from the ears of the corpse. This only means that I was not peeling the human skin mask down on the human face, but really peeling it down!

When some black human blood flowed into my hand, I then raised my left hand to grab the skin of the body, pulled the skin out with one hand, and peeled it down with the knife in the other hand.

Xiaozhou couldn't stand it anymore: "Wu Wen, why are you doing skinning him?"

"Hehehe..." Before I could speak, the blood-covered corpse suddenly burst into laughter, and my shoulders trembled, but I refused to stop talking.

Xiaozhou pinched a talisman in his hand and looked at the corpse again. The corpse sneered and said, "He wants to see who I am!"

"It's dark and lit up, aren't you afraid of seeing it wrong? Let me shine it on you!" As the corpse spoke, the white wax on his head suddenly rose several inches high flames.

The fire light shining from the head of the corpse and the blood on the corpse's face not only dyed most of the other party's body red, but also illuminated a layer of blood on me.

I kept wielding my knife and peeling it, and the corpse was sneering: "You are so sure that what is peeled off from my face is a fake skin? Are you not afraid, is that mountain driving man looking for your life with blood on his face?"

"I peeled the wrong skin, pay him my life!" I sneered and peeled off the other party's skin several times, and grabbed it bloodily in my hand.

The skin seemed to come alive, and gradually changed his facial features while squirming in his hands. Although I couldn't recognize who the person was, I could tell that it was not Yuanhun's face.

I raised my hand and threw the skin on the ground: "Friend, are we meeting again?"

"That's right!" The corpse with blood on his face smiled again: "Last time, you tripped me up, this time my body is here. It's my turn to find you. We can play slowly."

The corpse slowly lowered his head as he spoke, but his voice appeared on Lu Er's coffin: "You can continue walking up, but the mountain driver can't come back. If you want to save him, you have to follow the fire. How to play, you can choose it yourself!"

When I followed the sound, there was a dead face on Luer's coffin - the human skin I just threw away was stuck on the coffin!

The human skin on the coffin said again: "The fire is there, are you going with the fire?"
Chapter completed!