Six Ways of Fumo

Chapter 365 Ghost King
Monk Ding Ermiao Zhang Er was confused, shook off Li Qingdong's hand, and asked: "What's wrong with Wu Zhanzhan? Why do you want to save her? Please explain it clearly to me!"

"Oh..., little ancestor, you will know when you get to that place. After I tell you now, Wu Zhanzhan has already died!" Li Qingdong stamped his feet anxiously and said:
"Is my divine fortune teller Li Qingdong a person who has earned his fame in vain? When I was taking a shit just now, I counted with my fingers and found that Wu Zhanzhan is in serious trouble. He will shed his skin even if he doesn't die!"

Ding Ermiao looked at Li Qingdong's expression, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Where is she?"

After all, they came from the same school. If Wu Zhanzhan was really in danger, Ding Ermiao naturally couldn't stand by and watch.Just believe what the old liar said.

"Ten miles away, follow me!" Li Qingdong ran away, moving like a rabbit.

Ding Ermiao tightened the strap of her backpack, took a breath, and followed him leisurely.The two of them, one behind the other, flew towards the east on the mountain path.

After running for nearly ten miles in one breath, Ding Ermiao felt fine and calm.But Li Qingdong was old after all, and he gasped for air with his mouth wide open.

The forest ahead is even deeper and more lush, and the atmosphere is gloomy.

Ding Ermiao took out the umbrella from behind and glanced at the compass on the umbrella handle. Sure enough, the compass had already felt a heavy ghost aura, and the pointer was jumping up and down.

Sure enough, the old liar suddenly noticed something was wrong here from ten miles away.Ding Ermiao took a deep breath and couldn't help but look at Li Qingdong a few more times.

"Where is Wu Zhanzhan?" Ding Ermiao looked at Li Qingdong and asked.

Li Qingdong was out of breath, pointed to the mountain col ahead, and said: "It should be over there, go quickly, go quickly!"

Ding Ermiao nodded, put strength on her feet, took one step first, and flew towards the valley.

Sure enough, after bypassing a forest, I saw Wu Zhanzhan at the lowest point of the valley, holding a shaken impermanent rope and looking around vigilantly.

Obviously, Wu Zhanzhan also noticed the ghostly atmosphere here, so he acted like he was facing a formidable enemy.

The valley runs from east to west, and there is a gravel road into the valley from east to west.

"Junior sister, there is too much ghost spirit here, are you okay?" Ding Ermiao shouted and walked quickly towards Wu Zhanzhan.

When Wu Zhanzhan saw Ding Ermiao, he was taken aback for a moment, raised his brows again, and shouted in a deep voice: "You trash, you still have the face to see me? Take my impermanence!"

After saying that, Wu Zhanzhan's impermanent rope followed the sound, and with a harsh whistle, it was drawn towards Ding Ermiao's shoulder!
Emotionally, she had not forgotten the shame of being watched last night, and she was so merciless that she wished she could whip Ding Ermiao into two pieces.

Ding Ermiao hurriedly hid behind a big tree and shouted: "Junior sister, please listen to my explanation, it was a misunderstanding. Now we must work together to deal with the evil spirits here!"

"Send you to the west, and when you see the patriarch, you go and explain to the patriarch!" Wu Zhanzhan raised his eyebrows, shook his impermanence, and wanted to make another move.

Ding Ermiao hurriedly jumped a few steps away, waved her hand and shouted: "Junior sister, this place is full of ghosts. I'm afraid the visitor is not good. Let's put aside the misunderstanding between us first..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw a strong wind blowing in the valley, with branches and leaves flying in such a way that people could not open their eyes.Amidst the strong wind, there were faint sounds of beating silk and bamboo.

Wu Zhanzhan and Ding Ermiao knew the strangeness of this gust of wind, so they each covered their faces with one hand and kneaded with the other, secretly reciting spells in their hearts.

Suddenly the strong wind suddenly stopped, and the sky above seemed to be cut into two parts, with clear lines.The sun is shining brightly in the east and the sky is clear, while the clouds are gloomy and gloomy in the west...

The dividing line between the east and west sides, just above the heads of Ding Ermiao and Wu Zhanzhan, is as straight as an ink fountain line popping out.

"The sky is so weird, junior sister, be careful!" Ding Ermiao drew out Ten Thousand Cutters with a clang, and looked around with his sword, not daring to show any signs of neglect.

Wu Zhanzhan naturally knew how powerful it was, and his color changed slightly. He turned his back to Ding Ermiao and held the impermanent rope in his hand to watch the changes.

A burst of festive sound of suona, gongs and drums came from the east side, gradually becoming louder and louder from far to near.

Following the sound, a pair of wedding teams also appeared on the path into the valley one after another.There were about a hundred or ten people in the team, and at the head was a handsome young man wearing red and colorful clothes, riding a tall horse with high spirits.There is also a big red flower tied on the horse's head.

Behind the young master were sixteen strong men, carrying a huge sedan chair the size of a room.On both sides of the sedan chair, there was a band playing music, playing music, and singing. Everyone was in high spirits and beaming with joy.

After that, there were hundreds of servants holding the formation, wearing bright clothes and angry horses, full of vigor and vitality.

"How could there be a wedding team in this uninhabited valley in the middle of the afternoon?" Ding Ermiao's eyes widened and he stared at the approaching crowd.

As he watched, Ding Ermiao felt greatly affected, as if he was the groom, who was about to marry Wu Zhanzhan of Fengguan Xiapei, and he felt elated.

Wu Zhanzhan turned around involuntarily and stood side by side with Ding Ermiao. He looked at the team with a blushing face and a smile on his face. He didn't know what he was thinking of.

Suddenly, another miserable sound of suona and howling came from the west side.

Ding Ermiao and Wu Zhanzhan both felt a chill in their bodies and involuntarily turned around to look at the path on the west side of the valley.

I saw a pair of funeral processions slowly emerging from between the trees to the west.The leader was a woman in her 20s, all dressed in white filial piety. She was crying so hard that her heart was torn apart by the pear blossoms and the rain... It made the listeners cry and the listeners break their hearts.

Behind the woman, there were also sixteen strong men, carrying a coffin of varying sizes.On both sides of the coffin, there is a band playing mourning music, as well as people carrying soul-calling flags, carrying filial piety tents, and scattering paper money.

There were also a hundred or so people in the funeral procession. Everyone was filled with grief and their whole bodies were covered with raw materials.

Wu Zhanzhan couldn't hear the sad music and the woman's cries, his eyes turned red and he was about to cry.

Ding Ermiao couldn't bear it, and suddenly thought, if he died too, wouldn't Ji Xiaoxiao be as sad as this?Husband and wife are birds of the same forest, but how many of them can grow old together?

When I think of this, all thoughts in my heart turn to dust.Ding Ermiao's arms dropped, and he could hardly hold Ten Thousand Cuts.

The wedding team and the funeral team came from opposite sides, gradually approaching Ding Ermiao and Wu Zhanzhan.

Funeral music and joyous music were played in turn. Ding Ermiao and Wu Zhanzhan stood in the valley, happy and sad with the change of silk and bamboo vocal music, and even forgot where they were.

"Ding Ermiao Wu Zhanzhan!" Suddenly, Li Qingdong rushed over from the southern hillside and shouted:

"The ghost king in the east is getting married, and the ghosts are carrying the coffin in the west. You are still awake!!!"

"The Ghost King is getting married?!"

Ding Ermiao was suddenly startled, bit the tip of her tongue, and spat out a mouthful of blood on Ten Thousand People!
Looking at Wu Zhanzhan again, he also woke up, bit the tip of his tongue, and spurted a mouthful of blood forward.

(End of this chapter)