The twelfth lunar month of winter.

The night is dark.

In such an environment, who suddenly saw a group of people wearing black clothes and black hats with white masks on their faces would not be afraid?

Fortunately, there are quite a few people on Yunsong's side. Although they don't have as many things as this team, they still have enough to encourage each other.

Building up his courage, Skyturning Ape asked, "Fuck me, boss, have we encountered a ghost again?"

As the eldest brother, Yun Song must step forward at this time.

He walked forward and asked in a deep voice: "Who are you?"

This group of people didn't reply, they just stayed where they were with their clothes fluttering and their bodies swaying.

The situation was not quite right, so Yun Song secretly waved his hand, signaling Hu Jinzi and his men to get ready for action.

And Abao was always staring at him from behind.

As soon as he gave the signal, Abao was the first to express his understanding.

Get started!

Just hearing a "crack" sound, Abao's claws tore at the stones on the mountain road and then crashed into the team in front like a cannonball!

Punches and kicks!

So old!

The neatly arranged team was suddenly in chaos, and screams could be heard one after another.

Someone else shouted: "What kind of beast is this? Stop it, stop it!"

"It's broken! Who are you? What are you doing!"

When Yun Song heard that the voice was human, he went up to stop A Bao and dragged him back.

Abao was eager to fight, waving his front paws and punching loudly: Let me go, I can still do it!

Yunsong had no choice but to pick it up.

It's better now, and its four fat broken legs are kicking up together...

The Diamond Goat stepped forward and said dissatisfiedly: "Who are you? Why are you scaring people in the middle of the night?"

The people at the front of the team faced him and roared: "We should ask you this! Why didn't you get out of the way when you saw us? Do you know that you have already caused a big disaster?!"

Mangzi was stunned when he heard this: "Ah, there is someone more violent than us? Who are you? Warlords? Gangs?"

"We are part of a funeral group!" the man said coldly.

This name seems very domineering.

It seems that once you say it, it will shock people.

In fact, Mangzi was also shocked. He took a breath of shock: "Mourning group? I've never heard of it, then you must be a small gang. How can a small gang be so arrogant?"

These words choked the person opposite.

The man took a few deep breaths, and then shouted angrily: "It's you who are ignorant! You don't know about funeral groups? You are not from the old town or even the ancient city, right?"

Yun Song asked: "What does your funeral group do?"

"A mourner." The man said coldly.

"You mourners, why are you so arrogant?" Mangzi said.

The man sneered and said: "We are not mourning for ordinary dead people - forget it, you bunch of stupid people, I just need to tell you that we can't make any noise while walking at night, otherwise we will cause trouble!"

"You are forcing us to speak out. Just wait and see, you will be in trouble. I hope your ancestors can be more powerful than the Qian family's ancestors and protect you from this disaster!"

"Ancestors of the Qian family?" Yun Song chewed on this sentence and then asked, "Are you invited by the Qian family? The Qian family wants to invite their ancestors back, are you here to help?"

The man said angrily: "Now that I know why you didn't give way, you still beat us, wait, I understand, you are enemies of the Qian family?"

"Bullshit, we don't even know who the Qian family is." Diamond Mountain Japon muttered.

Yun Song said: "Okay, don't talk nonsense. The old town is right in front of us. Let's go on each side of the road."

"As for our identity? I told you this in vain. If you see Qian Quanxing tonight and tell them that you have met Taoist Yunsong, he will introduce me to you."

Since this is a human being and not a ghost, there is no need for them to continue to block here.

Yun Song waved his hand, and the group huddled on the road again.

On a cold winter night, everything is silent.

The moonlight shines on the tiles and on the street, making it as silver as snow.

The streets of the old town were guarded by soldiers from the Wang Family Army. Yun Song and a group of people rushed in, frightening the soldiers to pull the bolts of their guns.

Yun Song was about to reveal his identity, but the soldiers quickly lifted the road barricade.

A funeral group appeared behind them.

What the leader of the funeral group said just now is right. They are not locals, so they don't understand the rules of the funeral group.

The soldiers understood that there was no need for the mourning group to open their mouths and let them go.

Yun Song and others followed suit and sneaked into the old town.

After entering the old town, they went to the mutton restaurant. Originally, all the restaurants in this area were closed and the stoves were turned off.

But Yunsong has a lot of face, and they have strong spending power, so the boss quickly ordered the waiters and cooks living in the courtyard to get up and get busy.

If it were summer, it would be difficult for Yun Song and others to have a full meal at this time, because the mutton restaurant had to kill the sheep on the same day in summer.

Winter is different. The low temperature in winter makes it easier to preserve ingredients. They slaughter a few sheep at a time and hang them in the shade to freeze them and cook them as needed.

Yun Song ordered two sheep. The fire was boiling under the big iron pot, and the soup in the pot was also boiling.

Place the large bowls one by one, pour in the clear mutton soup, sprinkle with some chopped green onion, and add pepper. One bite is really spicy and appetizing, and the fragrance is tangy!

"This mutton soup is delicious." Everyone praised it.

The boss asked Yunsong in his trademark loud voice: "Zhenren, do you want..."

"No." Yun Song quickly interrupted him.

He knew exactly what the boss was going to say next!

Mangzi asked in astonishment: "Boss, don't you want some midnight snack?"

Yun Song said: "I want some..."

"Understood!" The boss immediately started working.

That night we had a delicious meal of hot mutton, and the group slept very comfortably.

Mutton soup is a perfect match for cold winter.

When he woke up the next day, Yun Song arranged for manpower to track various inns, but he made a request that ensuring his own safety and concealing his own information should be his top priority.

It was not his intention to deal with the Imperial Relics, but he was given eye drops by Pi Mandrill, so he could help Pi Mandrill uphold justice and act chivalrously, but he could not let his own people suffer losses.

So when arranging tasks for Diamond Mountain Jia and others, he made it very clear that he must save his own life first. He was only allowed to keep an eye on people and not engage in direct confrontation. If anything happened, he had to come back for a meeting to discuss before making a decision.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! He arranged for the people to go out, climbed up on the roof and prepared to practice facing the sun, but someone came to see him.

Qian Manjiang is here.

The eldest young master of the Qian family hurriedly found him, climbed up to the roof on the ladder and said, "Master, Master, I didn't disturb you, did I?"

"Sorry to bother you." Yun Song said lightly.

He knew that the Qian family would not go to the Three Treasures Palace for anything, so there must be something wrong with them.

Sure enough, Qian Manjiang smiled and said: "I'm really sorry, but I came to you this time for something important. Did you bump into the funeral group we invited last night?"

"No." Yun Song said flatly.

Qian Manjiang was stunned.

I can't answer the call.

He said coquettishly: "Didn't you meet him? But why did the leader of the funeral group say he had met you?"

Yun Song said shamelessly: "Could it be that someone pretended to be a poor man to provoke the funeral group? By the way, what is this funeral group?"

Qian Manjiang said: "A funeral troupe is a theater troupe. They are used to sing funeral plays. It is considered a special industry in our local area."

Yun Song asked: "Are they singing a funeral play? A play for ghosts? This poor Taoist understands."

Qian Manjiang shook his head and said: "What real people know is not our local funeral drama. The local funeral drama is very unique, and the funeral group is even more unique. I followed my father and grandfather and traveled to many places, but we are the only one who has a funeral group here.

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“The members of the funeral group are special!”

"In a sense, they are all dead!"

These words shocked Yun Song.

Are they all dead?
To be continued...