Here Lies The Wicked

This is a double grave.

A graveyard is reserved for Master Zheng.

The other tomb was reserved for his wife.

Until the cold tears broke out, Grandpa Zheng was still alive, so there was only one coffin in the tomb.

But now the tranquillity of this grave, which was supposed to be sealed with masonry, has been violently destroyed and the masonry fragments have fallen to the ground.

Though it is packed by the posterior, some signs of bad luck can still be seen.

At this time, it's dark in the tomb, in the dark tomb room, gives a shady feeling, as if in the invisible pitch-black tomb room, hidden a pair of resentful ghost eyes.

I don't know if it's psychological or not, but it also seems to smell a strange smell, drifting out of the dark tomb.

The way the coffin is lifted is not complicated.

People go into the graveyard, tie up the rope, and then the four of them come out together. After lifting out the coffin, lift it directly to the ancestral land of Liu to be buried. No coffin can land once on the way.

The fact that the coffin landed indicates that the heart is unhappy.

Easy to wrestle.

For example, a sudden sinking of a coffin, or a sudden breaking of a rope, is a form of coffin landing.

Fang Zheng relied on the presence of the elder man on a day trip. Anyway, the sky collapsed and a tall man stood over him. He looked relaxed.

There was no change in the expression on Xuan Ling's real face.

Instead, the young and middle-aged women who pretended to be mothers and sons changed their faces. On several occasions, they wanted to open their mouths to the Genghui real person and seemed to regret not wanting to go into the graveyard to lift the coffin.

Fang looked at it with some thought.

That's got to know something about fake mothers and children.

Otherwise it would be impossible to be so careless.

Naturally, people who can stay with you on a day trip will not be ordinary people.

Bringing ordinary people into danger, the day trip made the price too discounted.

Daytime travel can make both of them so worried. It seems that raising the coffin this time is by no means an easy task... I was just thinking of this, I am a little depressed.

He was just trying to concentrate.

Then, on the day trip, he planted a grass on the boss's head, called "Leek No. 5," concentrating on his wool.

But who can think of things that are uncertain?

His front foot just wanted to grow grass, and his back foot was passively caught in the coffin.

Before entering the graveyard, a Mr. Feng Shui, who was in charge, gave three incenses to each of the four people carrying the coffin.

“Before lifting the coffin, insert the incense in your hands into the gap of the coffin cover. When lifting the coffin, pay attention to the burning process of incense in a timely manner to prevent it from burning into two lengths or two lengths. ”

Mr. Feng Shui, who presided over the ceremony, said solemnly.

Those fake mothers and sons looked so painfully, afraid to sneak a glimpse of the real spirits holding around their eyes, and they didn't dare to flee.

Looks like they're scared, scared.

Doesn't look like a mate at all.

More and more like being coerced... hostages?

This seems to have known something ahead of time, but the point is, Fang doesn't know yet.

So he's curious, “What if we're really going to burn two lengths and one short, or two short lengths and one long? ”

But after that, Mr. Feng Shui stopped saying one more word.

Fang Zheng even asked a few times without fruit and had to give up.

In the graves that were carved out, a piece of black paint appeared to be distorted by the light coming in, and the light was very dim, only blurry to see some masonry outlines and the outlines of the two coffins.

The two coffins are well distinguished.

Severe rot in the mouth.

One sip is still brand new. At first glance, it's not long before it's buried. Reaching through the darkness, you can still feel a slippery layer of things. You are thinking that it should be Liu's granddaughter-in-law's coffin when it was moved into the grave room, some yellow mud.

The roadbook in the mountains is not very good.

Not to mention the dirt roads decades ago.

The space in the tomb room is small, people have difficulty getting up straight, the space is depressed, and the air is cloudy and not circulating. In short, there is a strange smell in the tomb room that cannot be said.

“Lift the coffin later, if anything happens, remember to say it, cooperate with me to find the princess hidden in the village, you two have a chance to make up for it. ”

“If you want to spy on the blood of a princess, you should die! ”

Genghui is real in the dark, not blind at all.

His voice was cold and he spoke to the young and middle-aged women.

The dark smells in the graveyard, and the eyes are so sudden.

These two are the waves of people who snooped at Zhang Zairen's body.

These waves have now been taken out of a pot.

Day trips are a strategic nuclear weapon for every country, and mosquito strikes with nuclear weapons are more than enough.

If this were not the case, it would never have shocked a day trip to make a move.

Genghui just finished, and then looked in the right direction without a word. Square hands were shaking in front of him all the time, making him dizzy.

“Do what.”

“Real people, your eyes aren't blind at all.” Fang was somewhat surprised.

He thought the blind man in front of him had found him just before entering the village because the day trip had made Sensitive Five feel his breath.

Turns out he can see.

“I'm just blind. I'm not blind. ”

“I know that I'd love to play dumb, but I'm not blind.” Fang was making an enlightenment look with a boxing hand.

Too bad you can't see anything in the dark.

You can only hear the crisp sound of the boxing clap.

Xuan Ling real person: “…”

Why is that in Fang Zheng's mouth? Nothing is pushy anymore.

vulgar.

vulgar.

“Real person, is this princess really the daughter of Tang Monk reincarnated? ”

“Monk Tang? ”

“If it wasn't for the Tang Monk, why would so many people want to steal the Princess's meat? ”

Xuan Ling real person: “…”

This is the second time he's been silent.

“No! The Crown Princess is the Crown Princess and the Tang Monk is the Tang Monk.” Genghui's real life is depressing, he said.

Afraid that Fang was still asking some strange questions, he hastily said: "This incense has burned to half, nothing has happened. Let's take Liu's granddaughter-in-law's coffin out first. ”

“Only by bringing out the princess who has been hiding will I be able to solve this village once and for all. ”

The dark, dark, cloudy, air-flavored graveyard began to sound for a while.

That's tied rope, ready to lift the coffin.

Shh...

The toothache moaning like an old man's bed, heavy coffin, began to leave the floor slowly.

In the dark, four living men, ready to lift the coffin out of the tomb.

But just a step forward, the young man in front of him, suddenly burst into a dark tomb of gloom.

“What?”

“Something was just touching me, as if it were a woman's hand...”

“Touched you where? ”

The young man thrust: “Touch me below...”

Fang Zheng shocked: "Coffin woman? Did Liu Mingyi's wife touch you in the coffin? It is true that women are like wolves and tigers... but it is also possible that Zheng's ancestors touched you..."

Genuine spirit in darkness: “…”

Youth: "…”

Innocent middle-aged woman lying on a gun: "…”