Holy Bone

Chapter 434 Qibo: The son's evil fate chased into the desert? (5k chapter)

Jin An took the lead to push the door and walked into the gate of the village, but felt that the three camels he was holding in his hand did not follow.

He looked back and saw that the camels were standing still.

Old Sadik,

Little Sahaf,

Irham,

All looked in horror at a plaque above the gate of the village.

"how?"

"What's written on it?"

Jin An looked up at the plaque, but it was a pity that it was written in Western Region characters that he didn't know.

"Jin, Daoist Jin'an...there is one in this place, it's a bit evil..." Old Sadik was crying, his voice trembling.

"It says... laugh! Corpse! Zhuang!"

Ok?
Jin An was taken aback by surprise: "Laughing Corpse Village?"

Just when Jin An uttered these three words, something seemed to be awakened. There were footsteps and the sound of the door opening in the stockade. A tall, white-haired old man with a bit of bad legs and feet came from a room with a torch in his hand. out.

The tall and thin old man noticed the gate of the village that was pushed open, and he saw Jin An standing outside the gate before he got close.

The tall and thin old man came to speak enthusiastically, and opened the door for him. The other party spoke Western Region dialect, not Chinese. Although he could not understand his words, his enthusiastic expression should be hospitable. Welcome to the village mean.

The night in the desert was very dim, and it wasn't until I stood close to him under the light of the torches that I finally saw the true appearance of the tall and thin old man.

The tall and thin old man was very old, he looked like he was seventy years old, his face and hands were covered with age spots, and he was neatly dressed in a set of leather armor.

But that set of leather armor obviously didn't fit him well, it was a bit too big for him to wear, and the leather armor was very old and faded badly, and you could even see traces of sewing and mending in many places. Grandpa Jin'an is still old.

Even the leather scabbard around his waist was in tatters, and even the blade was exposed.

Veteran in the desert?

Looking at this strange attire, Jin An looked thoughtfully.

"Daoist Jin'an uses strange words and intonation. Although I can understand the Western Region dialect, it is very difficult to understand the meaning." Old Sadik said in amazement, even he couldn't translate the meaning.

Little Sahaf also nodded in agreement.

It was still Yilihamu who was well-informed, and said to Jin'an: "This man is a little strange. What he speaks is one of the ancient languages. This ancient language prevailed hundreds of years ago, and many of the grammatical sequences have changed from today's. ...I can probably understand about [-]% to [-]%."

"He called us guests from afar, and then asked if we lost our way in the desert and found this place because of the sudden storm during the day?"

"Daoist Jin'an, be careful. This person is a little too enthusiastic. He took the initiative to invite us to spend the night in the Laughing Corpse Village... I don't know why I always feel that this Laughing Corpse Village is not easy."

The conversation between old Sadiq and Ilham fell on the ears of outsiders, but it was actually the sound of camels humming.

Ilham said so much in one breath, others will only think that this camel is active by nature, and will not think about other things.

Seeing that Jin An in front of him didn't respond, Yilihamu immediately understood what Jin An meant, and continued: "I will help Taoist Jin'an translate, and then translate back, and Taoist Jin'an will reply to the other party. Too long sentences may be too long. It’s hard to remember, I’ll try to answer that strange old man with short sentences.”

"Daoist Jin'an, if you want to leave, just shake your head, and if you want to continue into this laughing corpse village, just nod."

Jin An nodded.

Ilham said: "Excuse me, in the old saying of the Western Regions..."

Next, Jin An had a brief conversation with the tall and thin old man who opened the door. The tall and thin old man looked surprised when he saw that Jin An could not only understand what he said, but also answer fluently.

"The Taoist priest is a Han Chinese Taoist priest from Kangding country? I didn't expect you, Taoist priest, to be proficient in the words of our desert people, which surprised Pasha." This time, the tall and thin old man spoke Chinese and claimed to be Pasha.

"The old man is too polite. Unexpectedly, the old man also understands the language of the Han people." Jin An said slightly surprised, and there was no flaw in the expression on his face.

When he was young, he followed the caravan and saw all kinds of monsters, ghosts and snakes. Old Sadiq looked at the tall and thin old man with fear in his eyes, and reminded Jin'an: "Daoist Jin'an really has a big problem here. This evil old man just deliberately To test you, thanks to the presence of Ilham in our team."

Ilham was a little embarrassed by the praise: "My brother is absurd."

Old Sadik said to Ilham in the tone of a big brother covering his younger brother: "You don't have to be too modest, brother Ilham, you are good if you are good, and you are bad if you are bad. I am optimistic about you, brother."

Ilham looked at old Sadiq moved.

If Old Sadiq knew Ilham's real identity, he just wondered if he could still pretend to be a big brother so calmly.

At this time, Pasha, a tall and thin old man, opened the gate of the village even wider, leaving a wider opening for Jin An to lead a sheep and three camels into the village.

"Listen to what the old man said just now. We are not the only ones who got lost in the wind and sand in this village tonight?" Jin An led the sheep and camels into the village. Zhaimen.

thump.

As the gate of the village was closed, the flame of the torch became smaller, as if the whole village was a little darker. The flame of the torch quickly returned to normal, and the village also returned to normal.

At this time, the tall and thin old man led the way with a stronger smile and led Jin An into the stockade. He walked ahead and said, "It's better for the Taoist priest to observe carefully. Tonight, there are indeed three waves of lost people. You are the Taoist priest." That third wave."

The two walked and chatted.

"Old man, are you the only one in this village?"

"No, there are twelve other old guys who buried half of their bodies in the sand like me and have not lived for a few years. Some of them are helping to slaughter camels in the back kitchen, some are burning firewood, and some are in charge of roasting camel meat. Some greet guests in the front hall. The desert has not been this lively for many years, and guests come from afar, so we must bring out good wine and meat to entertain distinguished guests from afar.”

"Why is this village called Xiaoshizhuang?" After Jin An finished speaking, he stared at the back of the tall and thin old man leading the way without blinking, trying to see if there was anything unusual about him.

But the other party didn't even pause, and said in a natural tone: "The soul returns to the hometown, and the fallen leaves return to the roots. Behind every comrade-in-arms is an Apa-ata waiting for him to go home. I hope that the comrades will dream of the sheep in their hometown in their sleep." You can smile when you drink milk and bake hot pancakes... Daoist, do you think this wish is right or wrong?"

The tall and thin old man suddenly stopped, turned his head and looked at Jin An with a smile on his face.

Under the flickering light of the torch, the layers of ravines and wrinkled skin on the old man's face were illuminated flickeringly, making him look gloomy.

Jin An's expression was normal when the tall and thin old man turned his head suddenly, and he was not frightened. He gave a perfunctory hum and kept looking at the whole village environment.

The thin and tall old man didn't seem to see Jin An's perfunctory answer, nor did he ask whether Jin An's "hmm" was right or wrong. He turned around and led the way: "The Lord promised us that he would not abandon you." Everyone, we are only guarding here temporarily, he will come back and take each of us away, so it is named Xiaoshizhuang."

"Master Dao, you are from outside, do you know if there is any news from Heiyu Country?"

The tall, thin old man walked ahead lonely, holding a torch in his hand, his tone was flat and natural, and he didn't look back.

I don't know if it's because of the light, but the shadow falling on the ground seems to be a little distorted, as if baring its teeth and claws at Jin An who is behind him.

The veterans left in the desert from the Black Rain Country!

The three camels following behind Jin An barely bit off their tongues.

Mind thriller.

The next moment, the three camels subconsciously looked at Jin An's back, not knowing how Jin An would answer the other party's question. If he said that the Black Rain Country had been destroyed for hundreds of years, would he go mad on the spot because of the blow?

Just as they were thinking about how Jin An would answer, they knocked, and there was an abrupt knock on the door in the silent night, breaking the calm of the night.

"Hey, why are so many people lost today?"

The thin and tall old man seems to have lost his memory as he got older, and he has forgotten the previous question. He glanced at Jin'an apologetically: "Master Dao, the room with candlelight in front is the front hall where we greet our distinguished guests tonight. Please do it yourself first." In the past, the old man Sikelti would take the initiative to entertain you, and I will open the door for the new guests first. You can tie the cows and camels outside the front door first, and the old man Sikelti will take care of them for you."

Jin An said with a smile as usual: "You don't have to be so polite, old man. You are busy first, and I will go to the front hall by myself."

Watching the back of the tall and thin old man hurrying towards the gate of the village, Jin An's eyes flashed with thought, and then he continued to walk towards the building in front of which the candles were lit.

The old Sadiq and the three who followed closely behind him trembled and said: "Master Jin'an... that old man named Pasha, is he a living person or... a devil in disguise..."

"...The Lord of the Black Rain Kingdom led people into the depths of the desert to search for the Kingdom of the Undead God... that happened hundreds of years ago, why, how could there be survivors left in the depths of the desert!"

Jin An mused and said in a low voice: "This is exactly what I am curious about. He is indeed a living person, not a dead person in the morgue."

The three were dumbfounded.

Could it be that the Kingdom of the Undead God, which the ruler of the Black Rain Kingdom spent so much manpower, material and financial resources, failed to find, was finally found by a few veterans who had been forgotten in the depths of the desert?And also found the elixir of life?
There are so many secrets hidden in this laughing corpse village, even Jin An is curious about the truth behind this laughing corpse village.

The closer you are to the front hall, the more fragrant an indescribable barbecue smell will be.

At first, I didn't think much of it. I just thought that the barbecue smelled so good that I couldn't help but twitch my index finger.

After smelling it for a long time, the aroma of barbecue seems to be addictive, and it starts to make the mouth dry, no matter how much saliva is secreted in the mouth, it still feels dry, and the throat keeps sliding.

Later, I started to feel hungry unconsciously.

The more you suppress your desires, the hungrier you will be.

Can't resist trying to eat those roasts.

It seems that the aroma of barbecue floating in the air can arouse people's most primitive greed and desire.

This feeling of hunger became stronger as he got closer to the front hall, like a stomach full of gluttons, making his stomach ache from hunger.

When Jin An came to the house, he found that the old Sadiq, the young Sahaf, and Ilham who had been following him all the time unconsciously gnawed on the rope holding them.

In such a short time, the rope was almost broken by them.

In their eyes, there is hunger and rationality struggling, swinging back and forth between primitive desire and rationality.

They still have their sanity left, they're just eating the rope.

If you really sink into desire in the end, I am afraid you will eat the camels around you.

When he saw the silly sheep chewing on his Taoist robe, Jin An directly gave the silly sheep a casserole iron fist to wake him up.

This incomparably fragrant barbecue aroma cannot be easily resisted. Jin An took out a few sealed yellow talismans from his body and placed them on the three camels, relying on the power of God to resist the hunger brought by the aroma of barbecue Temptation, regain clarity.

Jin An untied the sack containing hay from the back of the camel and placed it in front of the sheep and camels, making them pretend to be hungry and eating, and then stepped into the building with candles in a steady pace. See if this laughing corpse village is a magic cave or a ghost cave!

……

Inside the spacious building.

The room was steaming hot, and there were large pieces of freshly roasted camel leg meat and rib meat on the table, emitting a white aroma, tempting people's taste buds to bloom and their index fingers to move.

Behind the steaming white mist, there was the sound of eating meat and sucking bone marrow, eating with gusto.

This is a large long log table. A log is split in half from the middle, and it is directly used as a table, with tree stumps as table legs. It is rough, simple, and practical, with the unique characteristics of desert civilization.

And the long wooden stool behind the large log table is also simple, thick and practical, fixed to the ground.

At this moment, two people sat on the long log table with a clear distinction.

There are the most people on one side, including Han people and people from the Western Regions with three-dimensional facial features. In front of everyone, there is a large pile of steaming roasted camel meat, stewed camel meat, the smell is rough, primitive, and barbaric. Pour it on the table for everyone to enjoy together.

Those people from the Western Regions tore and gnawed on camel meat, holding ribs as thick as arms and eating them with relish. They ate with greasy face, tearing off a large piece of tender meat from the ribs from time to time. The fastest thing in life is big mouth They ate meat and drank heavily, and when they choked on the meat, they picked up a bowl of wine and continued to eat.

Just listening to them eating deliciously makes people's throat slip unconsciously, as if the camel meat is a peerless delicacy, and their eyes can't help but look at the steaming roasted camel ribs, stewed camel leg meat, and camel meat all over the table. Naan...

Unexpectedly, there is still alcohol in the depths of the desert, which is surprising.

These people from the Western Regions eat their stomachs full, and their hands are full of tall bones, but they are still eating the fragrant camel meat, as if they are addicted to eating, the more they eat, the hungrier they become, and they can't control their appetite.

But in stark contrast, none of the Han Chinese who sat on the side with these people from the Western Regions touched the camel meat on the table.

It can be seen that they have been persevering.

The expression on his face has been struggling between reason and hunger.

However, not all of these Han people are affected by the smell of meat, at least three or four people are not affected at all. Seeing the disgraceful appearance of those Western Regions companions, these people neither persuaded nor stopped them, just letting them talk. Eating, looking indifferent.

It seems that these Han people are not of the same mind as those in the Western Regions.

Compared with the large number of people who are almost full of seats here, there are only a few people sitting on the other side of the table.

That is for master and servant, one young and one old.

They are a Confucian scholar with red lips, white teeth and heroic eyebrows holding a sword. Although he is in the desert, the Confucian scholar’s ​​robes are still clean and tidy. Righteousness.

It's just that this Confucian scholar with red lips and white teeth is a bit too delicate, he looks like a little lady.

An old man sat beside the red-faced and white-toothed Confucian scholar.

From the expression of this old man, it can be seen that he is a follower of Confucian scholars.

On the table in front of the pair of masters and servants, there was also tall camel meat poured out, steaming white and steaming, and the aroma was overflowing.

It's just that the master and servant also didn't touch the delicious camel meat in front of them.

The red-lipped and white-toothed Confucian scholar sat with his eyes closed and rested his mind.

While looking at the steaming camel meat on the table, the old man in the entourage ate the cold naan he carried with him and chewed it slowly with water to satisfy his hunger. into delicious camel meat.

It looks a little indescribably funny, funny.

Just as the old man was still joking and eating the naan in his hand, a man's voice sounded outside the door.

"Silly sheep, you are the one who worries me the most..."

"Do you smell the meat? If you don't want to become lamb legs, lamb chops, and lamb kidneys on the table, just stay here and don't run around..."

The man seemed to be scolding a sheep.

"sheep?"

"Where do sheep come from in the desert?"

"It seems that another group of newcomers have gone into the depths of the desert to search for the kingdom of the undead. I just don't know which big fool came into the desert without a camel but with a sheep. What's the difference between this and the old birthday star who hanged himself after eating arsenic?"

The old man, who was struggling to swallow the bread, heard the movement outside the door, and subconsciously turned his head to look in the direction outside the door.

"Bah!"

There was a stubborn, rebellious, and impatient cry from outside the door.

Then there were a few sounds of punching the sheep to the flesh from outside the door, as well as the sheep's unconvinced resistance, which made the beating extremely enjoyable.

Someone really took sheep into the depths of the desert?
Hearing the unruly sheep bleating outside the door, even the few Han people on the other side of the table turned their eyes to look outside the door with strange expressions.

"Ok?"

The old man's movement of eating naan suddenly stopped, and he let out a surprise. The voice outside the door was very familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before.

The voice that made him feel familiar must have been heard not long ago.

The other party spoke Chinese with a perfect accent. Although they met a lot of people from the Western Regions who could speak Chinese in the half a year in the Western Regions, there were only a handful of people who could speak it with such a perfect accent...

If it is not from the Western Regions, then it is someone familiar in Kangding.

The nearest memory of Kangding Kingdom is Xizhou Prefecture and Chang County of Wuzhou Prefecture...

"!"

The old man looked at the door in shock.

Could it be that the son's evil fate chased him into the desert?
"Master, son..." The old man was so shocked that he couldn't utter a single word, his mouth was exaggerated, and he didn't even realize that the naan that hadn't been crushed in his mouth fell on his lap.

The elegant Confucian scholar with red lips and white teeth sitting next to the old man seemed to have noticed something, and opened his eyes to look at the door from his closed eyes. Those were the clear and beautiful eyes with twin streamers and moonlight.

At this time, the sound of sheep outside the door stopped, and a young Taoist priest in five-color Taoist robes with delicate features patted the dust on the Taoist robes, appeared at the door, stepped into the bright hall, and became the focus of attention.

(End of this chapter)