Want to date me? Please subscribe to the chapters as gifts for me! Just like during this trip, Wei Xun had never heard of Wuluo Mountain or Xiaolong Yizhuang, but it was a real historical event for Luo Rongguang to lead his army to defend Dagukou. It was also true that he was born in Gancheng County, Hunan (Jishou).

Is it a tourist attraction based on history, or is it a part of history that is hidden by unknown people?

Wei Xun is very interested in folk customs. Since so many years of pursuit of excitement, Wei Xun's threshold has been very high. Like the bloody and bloody scenes in foreign horror movies, the scenes that are suddenly "shocked" can no longer stimulate him.

Over the years, it is the traditional folk legend that the deeper you think about, the more you will think about it, the more you will be terrifying, which makes Wei Xun more interested.

When he was intrigued, he also wrote several folk horror novels, appreciating readers who were frightened by him and screamed, and finally made a very bad break to feel the rich negative emotions of readers who were angry or reluctant to give up their begging.

He opened one book and broke the other, but Wei Xun wrote it well and was quite famous in the niche horror circle.

But no matter how rich his imagination is, the horror novels he wrote are not as exciting as his personal experience.

The passengers are so good.

Wei Xun sighed again.

Thinking that they could handle the body by themselves in a while and drive the body away by themselves, Wei Xun wanted to kick the passenger off and get on his own.

"Later, later? Hahahaha, Fatty, I'm really showing off my skills in front of Brother Jiu. Brother Jiu is testing me."

The fat man who was originally talking very well, pretending to be mysterious was frightened by Bingjiu's question, and his fat face turned pale and his laughter was very awkward, just like he was caught by the head teacher when he was playing with his mobile phone in a self-study class. He didn't dare to whine too much, and he was completely bald:

"Later, these two factions separated. Ma Shiyi changed his surname to Lin, named after the East's 'East', and claimed to be the Eastern Sect's corpse driving. Lin Shiyi became the leader of the Eastern Sect's corpse driving. Later, the whole group moved to Hong Kong during the Republic of China. Our family did not recognize them, but outsiders later called our family the Western Sect's corpse driving. The West in Xiangxi is not the West in the West. The Sikui of that generation of Western Sect's corpse driving was Lin Shiyi's brother Ma Laosi."

"The Dongsect got a team of two corpse-drivers. The former was called "Shui Shuai" and the latter was called "Shui Shuai". The bowl of talisman water cannot be sprinkled before the destination, and the talisman paper must be intact. The Dongsect corpse-driven matters is to drive without any difference. Any Chinese who want to return to their roots will drive."

"The Western school uses Xiaoyingong and soul-catching bell to drive corpses, also called Chenzhou Fu, to drive corpses. There are many ways to deal with corpses. It is easier when rushing. There are no need to have two people, and one person can drive corpses. However, they still abide by the traditional rules and pay attention to three to three notes."

"The beheaded people, hanged people, can be rushed. They are not voluntarily dying, they are very resentful, and they have a strong obsession with returning home. In other words, their souls are still in the corpse and have not left."

"Those who died of illness, those who committed suicide by jumping into the river and hanging their necks, those who were struck by lightning and burned by fire cannot be driven away. The souls who died of illness were hooked away by Heibai Wuchang. The little ghosts who jumped into the river and hanging their necks were looking for scapegoats. Their souls have been ‘handed over’. It is a very serious crime. Those are people who are burned to death by fire and incomplete corpses cannot be driven away."

"Ma Laosi was the leader of the Western Party who drove corpses back then."

Miao Fangfei is very smart, which is related to the legend of Xiaolong Yizhuang: "When they sent the martyrs back home, they settled in Xiaolong Yizhuang."

"Yes, this is Miao's memory."

The fat man happily gave a thumbs up: "So I said, we should follow the Western style."

He pointed to the pile of things that Miao Fangfei fell on the table: "Chensha, Chenzhou talisman, and colorful cloth strips are all things that make corpses. Team Miao, it should be written in the manual."

"Yes."

Miao Fangfei focused on her head. She just saw the book "Old Craftsmanship: Crafting Corpse" at a glance.

"The things you need to make a corpse in the manual are in the cloth bag."

Miao Fangfei said coldly, her expression not relaxed.

"These materials have a lot of yang energy and no evil resentment."

Xu Chen nodded. He was a very gentle and handsome man. The faint green light was faintly floating in the depths of his pupils, and he looked a bit like a wolf.

[Sense of resentment (green title): If you suffer from some ophthalmic disease, you can see inexplicable dust gas! Be careful, the more people you know, the faster you die~]

"Variables are probably in the process of concocting."

They are all old travelers and will never give any hope for the hotel's "good intentions". If the "old craft" experience of this dangerous journey, since the materials are not missing, it means that the danger is likely to be in the "experience process".

It may be a corpse, it may be another danger, it may also be...

"Hiss, this is bad. Which corpse should I choose?"

The fat man shook his head in embarrassment, casting a shadow in the hearts of the passengers.

Yes, there are about a dozen coffins in the main house and dozens of corpses in the yard.

Which corpses are the ones they should drive?

Although the corpses placed in the coffin of the main house are more like their craft objects, selecting the right target from dozens of rotten corpses is also a common method used by the hotel.

Veteran travelers never make decisions easily, but that is a decision that concerns life. No one will give their lives to "probably" or "probably".

Wei Xun watched them with great interest and discussed seriously, without disturbing them again. Of course, if the passengers knew that these batik bags were picked up by Wei Xun at 3 a.m. and went to the coffin of the main house, perhaps their choice would be narrower.

However, the tour guide cannot tell the passengers this kind of information.

"Before nine o'clock in the evening, please bring your 'corpse friends' to gather on the first floor of the hall."

Wei Xun was dedicated to his duties, and his words automatically changed to the passengers' ears before nine o'clock in the evening. He had to find the "correct" body and deal with the body.

It is five in the morning now, and they only have half a day from finding the body to disposing of the body.

Everyone's face was not relaxed. They went to discuss and finally decided to split into two groups. Miao Fangfei and Zhao Hongtu, the two strongest people, went to check the corrupt corpse group in the courtyard, and the others went to the main house to see the corpses in the coffins.

The discussion was not obvious, but the closeness and alienation of the passengers was reflected when walking out. Zhao Hongtu and other passengers gathered together, while Miao Fangfei, Shi Tao and Lin Xi, the three "Bingjiu people" were closer.

Wei Xun didn't go to see the surging relationship between the passengers. He hummed a little tune and returned to his room, closed the door and stood in front of the mirror, and lifted up his upper body of clothes.

【Yellow value +1】

"Nothing changed?"

Wei Xun stared at his too pale and thin chest in the mirror, looking left and right without seeing any other problems.

When he returned from Shi Tao last night, Wei Xun simply used the new attraction experience ball to increase the exploration of the new attraction "Flying Fox Mountain Forest". He originally had a 10% progress, plus 45%, which was exactly half.

Halfway through opening up new attractions, Wei Xun received the hotel reward

...Only 100 points.

Sneezing, hotel!

I don’t know if it was because Wei Xun ‘takes shortcuts’, the hotel rewards are particularly stingy.

Wei Xun continued his whole day while complaining, and the remaining points were -

Hiss, dysmenorrhea is really stimulating, but unfortunately it only hurts for ten minutes each time.

Wei Xun, who pursued timely fun, had a happy time three times.

This is his current message—

【Tour Guide Information】

[Code: Bingjiu (only on this journey)]

[Standard: Silver Five Stars (Standard of B9) Ten Thousands]

【Countdown to Death 25:14:21】

【Points: 55】

【Mental Pollution Value (san): 90】

That's right, when I went to the main house to get the batik bag, the refreshed Wei Xun found that there were three huge plus signs after his rank, and there was a new numerical item in the last column!

[Warning! Your death countdown has been lower than the safety value for more than 12 hours. The hotel is worried about your situation and has converted your mental pollution value (san value) into a numerical value. Please pay attention at all times!]

【When you continue to be in a low death countdown, or are fatally frightened, or are constantly in a fear state, your san value will drop. During this process, you will experience auditory hallucinations, vision, madness, body alienation, etc. When the san value reaches zero, you will be completely crazy and become a monster!】

[Please pay attention to mental health and not over-pursuing the power of low death countdown!]

Putting down his clothes, Wei Xun took off his hat and touched his forehead.

There, he touched two small bulges.

It seems like a swollen bag, or it seems like-

Not yet fully grown, tender and pointed horns.

"No feeling."

Wei Xun touched the tip of the horn on his forehead and looked at it from various angles. He couldn't see anything clearly in the mirror, even if he opened his hair, he couldn't see anything. The tip of the horn was not as good as acne.

"The plus sign appears behind the level... The lower the death countdown, the stronger the combat power? Sure enough, there are restrictions on the low death countdown."

The san value appears, which is exactly the hotel's warning to the tour guide for the death countdown that has been kept low.

but……

"It's exciting!"

Wei Xun was very excited and touched the corner of his forehead and then his butt: "Can I become a little dragon?"

"Are you going to become a demon? Can I fly!"

Wei Xun forgot that the monster he turned into in the nightmare had no wings. He passionately touched his whole body, and finally confirmed that there was no other change except for the tips with acne on his forehead, and then he stopped in disappointment.

"From last night to now, I've dropped 10 points in total."

Wei Xun talked to himself, and at the same time—

'whee……'

‘Hehehe…’

The ethereal and gloomy laughter suddenly sounded in the room where only Wei Xun was, close behind him, and a highly rotten, maggot-covered rotten face suddenly reflected in the mirror in front of Wei XunⅫbr Lin Xi hurriedly squeezed over to find the coffin of his corpse. Soon he breathed a sigh of relief and found it. Lin Xi was careful before and marked the coffin. As long as he found the coffin, the corpse must be right-

Lin Xi's expression suddenly froze, and his hands holding the edge of the coffin trembled slightly.

Why, why does the corpse in the coffin seem to have changed?

The cinnabar that Lin Xi ordered with his own hands and the ribbons wrapped with his own hands were all the same as in his memory. But he just thought something was wrong with this corpse!
Chapter completed!