Here Lies The Wicked

“No, if Liu Mingyi's wife had touched you, the coffin board would have been too much! ”

“Liu Mingyi's coffin board should have already flown! ”

Just say it.

At this time, the four men lifted the coffin, the pair of false mothers and sons walked forward.

Genghui and Fang are walking behind.

The reason for this arrangement is that it should be easy for Genghui real people to monitor any minor movements of the first two people.

“Could the Zheng ancestors touch you next door?” The party continues to say to the youth who are ahead.

At this point, only in the darkness of the outline of the tomb room can be seen, the heads of the four people, all subconsciously turn to another coffin placed quietly on one side.

The coffin was calm.

Nothing moves.

So, the eyes of all of us turned from autonomy to the spiritual real people around us.

This day traveler is a big man, if anything really happens, he can't escape his eyes.

“There's nothing unusual about the other coffin. Just keep lifting it.” Genghui's real person is calm and accommodating, and people say calmly in the dark.

As a result, the young man who had not yet taken a few steps to lift the coffin and had not yet lifted the coffin out of the dimly lit graveyard, suddenly shouted again.

He was touched again.

Still touching him underneath.

It's also a female ghost, as if a man had an unfailing crush on a young man.

The young man's face suddenly turned ugly, he began to cry to Genghui's real person: “Really, real people, this ghost village caught or people carrying the coffin, that's how he died, in carrying the coffin alive * *, no one can carry the coffin to the original burial place of Liu's daughter-in-law! ”

“No one has ever been able to lift a coffin safely, and every time it's over! ”

Touch the bottom?

* * and die?

Uh, square-eyed.

What emerged in his mind was a picture of a coffin woman with a pipe stuck to a * * * *.

But Xuan Ling's real people had no sympathy for the two people who walked ahead.

According to what Genghui said earlier.

It would be a shame for both of them to die.

“Keep lifting the coffin. ”

“Together I was there. ”

“Nothing in this coffin can make a big scene. ”

Genghui said it very calmly, maybe this is the confidence he made as a day traveler.

As if everything was in his hands.

Young people's voices are shaking a little: “But this time it's not just a ghost, it's a princess, she was a mountain god...”

Before the end of the youth discourse, he was interrupted by Genghui's real person.

“The purpose of my visit today is to endure eternity. ”

Princess Fang Zheng? Mountain god?

There was some surprise in the square heart.

Isn't this a haunted village? Why is it related to the mountain gods?

Fang Zheng's heart was filled with questions. Before he could make a sound, the team began to go on the road again. He had to temporarily put away his belly full of questions. He intended to wait until he left this strange graveyard, and wait four weeks before asking.

But through this, one thing is clear.

Why are these people only looking for Zhang Zaojin's trouble, trying to get the drop of blood from Zhang Zaojin after eating the Princess's flesh, instead of just spying on the secret of this fierce village.

Looks like the princess is involved with the mountain gods and must travel day to get rid of them.

This gives us two clues.

One, this princess may be the mountain god he has never seen before...

Second, the mountain god has the lowest strength and corresponds to the realm of day travel...

If the mountain god is really acting weird, this also explains why there is no natural disaster in the struggle, it is most likely that the mountain god's system is different from the ghost...

On the way, the unlucky young man screamed for the third time, and he was touched again.

But he can't stop anything.

Being a practitioner, nothing can be done.

Even Fang did not see how the young man was touched.

I wonder if there is a problem with this young man, everything is self-directed by him… With this suspicion, the eyes are bright and the four of them have lifted their coffins.

It just came out.

He saw the young man walking in front of him. The young man's three incenses, which had been inserted in the gap of the coffin plate, actually burned into two irregular lengths and shorts.

Not only did he see it, but the young man saw it.

The team suddenly stopped moving.

The young man's footsteps had apparently stalled.

However, the young people were only stalled and the team quickly resumed moving forward.

At this time, the villagers, including Mr. Fengshui, who presided over the ceremony, seemed to have seen no strange incense of burning. A large group of people surrounded the four people carrying the coffin and watched as they moved forward.

The Zheng family and the Liu family also followed.

Along the way, the young man looked at the Xuan Ling real person several times, but the Xuan Ling real person remained motionless.

For these wicked people, there is no need for compassion to prevail.

Don't be too sympathetic.

But the youngster inserted three incenses in the coffin plate crevice, one of which burned shorter.

The faster it burns.

Every time a young man is touched, the incense burns a little shorter.

At this time, it is unclear where. They were set up by this fierce village as early as the beginning. The three incenses are like the incense of dying. When the shortest incense burns out, it is presumably time for the young man to die.

In other words, he was murdered alive.

Thinking about it, Fang had to start celebrating himself. Luckily, it wasn't him who was being watched. Otherwise, this matter had to be passed back to the city. It was estimated that Zhang Butcher and Left Thousand Households could laugh at him for life.

Fortunately, however, Genghui really didn't intend to save the young man when he didn't find a princess who couldn't hide.

“Have you ever tried exchanging incense in the past when people carrying coffins have encountered something like this? ”

“No.”

“You and I swap incense, try it. ”

Young people heard stories and nodded in a busy manner.

Thank you, Dade.

As it turns out, it just changed incense, poof, boom!

Originally tied to the coffin's fingers, the cord suddenly broke for no reason.

The coffin landed heavily.

What's the worst thing about raising a coffin?

You can't land dead coffins!

At this time, Mr. Feng Shui, who presided over the ceremony, rushed in panic, and chanted a spell, but also a rave of divine nagging, Fang was peeking at the real spirit next to him.

Speaking of these gods and ghosts, according to reason, the true spirit of Daodou is the grandmaster of these people.

The party is doomed to be disappointed.

The expression on Xuan Ling's real face is always calm, as if it were true blindness, unable to see the outside world change.

But Xuan Ling Real People have been hanging “blind and blind” in their mouths. Since then, Fang Zheng has never believed that Xuan Ling Real People are really blind and invisible.

After a while, Mr. Fengshui, who presided over the ceremony, finally said well, then grabbed a loess soil under the coffin and placed it on the coffin board. After Zheng family came to help rebuild the hemp rope, they started lifting the coffin again.

As a result of this lift, the coffin actually became very heavy.

Even those who are so energetic to lift the coffin have no intention of leaving the ground.

Is this a scam?