Zombie: At the beginning, I was appointed by Uncle Jiu to open the museum

The rest of Mr. Huang's family also showed resistance. They were asked to stay in the mourning hall at night and meet Mr. Huang's soul. This sounds really scary!
No one wants to cooperate!
At that moment, someone whispered, "Whoever wants to come, whoever wants to come, anyway, I won't come!"

Seeing the people's resistance, Han Feng didn't panic, and said with a smile, "You can decide for yourself whether you will come to the mourning hall tonight. First of all, I will tell you first. If anyone does not come, Master Huang's soul will not be left behind." , even if you don't come, he will come to your house next to him, and I won't care about whoever he likes you!"

After Han Feng finished speaking, the family members panicked.

What to do, they are not fools, rather than being called to the house by Huang Youcai, they might as well stay in the mourning hall. Anyway, there are many people here, and there are two Taoist priests, and there are people around to help when something goes wrong.

"Okay! We must come over at night!"

Everyone fled.

The village chief arranged for Han Feng, Qiusheng and Wencai to have dinner at home.

During the meal, the village chief asked curiously, "Brother Han, will Boss Huang's soul really come back at midnight?"

"It's not the first seven yet!"

Han Feng took a bite of the nest, picked up the bowl and poured a big mouthful of rice soup, "Village Chief, did Boss Huang really die of illness?"

The village chief's eyes dodged, obviously knowing something.

But he didn't say anything, Han Feng laughed twice, then paused, "Village Chief, you don't have to be embarrassing, it doesn't matter whether you say it or not, Boss Huang's soul will come back tonight to personally identify his murderer!"

The village chief turned his head and remained silent, suspicious in his heart: Are you really so magical?

……

at the same time.

Boss Huang's house.

The eldest lady took the children, weeping and mourning in the mourning hall.

Xiao Sanniang and a few rough guys from the same family stayed in their room to discuss things.

Several people paced back and forth on the ground with heavy faces.

"Third sister, what those two Taoist priests said sounded good, if it's true tonight..."

"To shut up!"

Before the man calling Third Sister could finish speaking, Xiao Sanniang interrupted him directly.

He yelled sharply, "Two Taoists who came from afar, they know what a ghost! It's just to cheat money and deliberately fabricate facts here, you idiots can be smarter, if they blow them out, I won't protect you !"

Little Sanniang didn't have the tenderness of a little woman at all, and she had a fierce look.

The rough guys hurriedly shut up, not daring to say anything more.

They are naturally guilty of doing bad things.

"Third Sister is right. We must not mess around. There are no ghosts. People die like a lamp. When Mr. Huang dies, he is dead. If we don't cooperate at this time, it will only appear that we have problems. That's wrong." Hit yourself!"

"Third sister, don't worry, we will all listen to you!"

Xiao Sanniang's eyes were dark, "Huang is sorry for me! I followed him at such a young age. Although I didn't give birth to him a son, my sister-in-law is getting old, and she has limited energy after all. I'm worried that she won't be able to manage us well. Clan, what's wrong with wanting to take over the rights of the housekeeper! I'm also doing it for the good of the Huang family!"

"Why don't they understand my painstaking efforts!"

Little Sanniang rubbed her dry eyes artificially.

She just wanted to seize the property of Huang's family, so she conspired with others to take Master Huang's life, used drugs to slowly wear down Master Huang's body, and pretended to die of a chronic disease.

I thought I had fooled everyone, but I was caught by two Taoist priests in an instant. Everything depends on the luck of tonight.

Although Xiao Sanniang was also afraid, she still decided to take a gamble.

"Don't worry, the master is dead, we just take back what belongs to us!"

"There are no ghosts and gods in this world. I will hide away tonight. In a few days, after the master is buried, I will be the person in charge of the Huang family!"

When several people heard this, their fear and nervousness disappeared in an instant.

Everyone's eyes are determined, success or failure depends on tonight!

……

Night falls.

At first the moon and stars were sparse in the sky, but later even the stars disappeared, and a few dark clouds were floating in the sky.

The cold wind was blowing, and the white sails in front of Mr. Huang's house were blown loudly.

In the mourning hall, the family members of Mr. Huang gathered.

Han Feng and Qiu Shengwencai also rushed over early.

"Don't worry, everyone. You just need to sit or stand quietly. If you are really timid, you can hide under the table, or under the bed, or under the coffin. Don't make any noise!"

"Boss Huang's wronged soul is not reconciled, he just wants to come back and have a look, as long as he survives, he will be fine!"

"Do you remember it all?"

Everyone's faces were full of fear and fear, and they nodded dully.

Then quickly search for a hiding place.

Under the table, under the bed, there are only a few places to hide. Most people find a place to sit next to the wall or stand in the mourning hall.

Han Feng turned around and said to Qiusheng and Wencai: "You two just guard behind the door, and if the situation is not good, take action to control it in time!"

"Junior brother, the resentment of the wronged soul is very heavy, so be careful!"

Seeing Wencai and Qiusheng standing behind the door, Han Feng jumped onto the coffin nimbly, lowered his body and jumped up, grabbed the beam with both hands, swung his legs, and dropped his feet on the beam.

soon.

Everyone took their positions.

Until the watchman outside rang the gong of Zishi.

Suddenly there was a strong wind in the yard.

The courtyard door was blown open by the strong wind with a bang!

The noise outside made everyone in the mourning hall afraid to breathe out!
Han Feng pulled down the rope that had been hung on the eaves in advance, and the coffin lid below was instantly lifted.

The lid of the coffin was opened, and the wind outside became more violent, and the door of the mourning hall was blown open.

Wen Cai was laughing and looking at the painting book he bought back from the city earlier. He was standing a little forward when he was hit on the head by the door that opened suddenly. He put the painting book back into his pocket and moved back while rubbing his swollen head. Take a few steps.

Suddenly the painting book accidentally dropped on the ground, Wen Cai bent down to pick up the painting book muttering.

Through the high hanging door leaf, I saw a pair of feet floating in from outside the door frame without touching the ground.

Wen Cai was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he hurriedly stopped moving.

Looking up along the feet, the gaze was fixed on the other person's face, it was Mr. Huang!

The ghost figure slowly drifted in, making a terrifying howling sound.

On the four corners of the mourning hall, bells rang ghostly.

As soon as this thing came in, Han Feng felt a strong resentment.

"Take your life... Take your life..."

Sure enough, as Han Feng expected, the unjustly killed ghost began to wander in the mourning hall. Everyone in the room held their breath and concentrated. Although their hearts were about to jump out, they all dared not move.

Master Huang was floating at the base of the wall, and the eldest son was squatting on the ground. Seeing his father in front of him, tears streaming down his face, he was both happy and scared.

Because he knew that the person in front of him was already dead, and what was floating in front of him was just a soul. He tightly covered his mouth, trying not to let himself cry out.

Until Mr. Huang drifted away and came to the housekeeper, "Steward...you are so cruel...Master, I think I treat you kindly...how could you hurt me like this..."

Master Huang's wronged soul spoke.

The butler was so frightened that tears and nose snot, and his whole body was like shaking chaff, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed, "Master, I was wrong! I was also confused for a while, master, please let me go!"

"Since you are so loyal...Master, I will definitely take you away this time...Go down and continue to be my housekeeper..."

The housekeeper was already delirious, kneeling on the ground and kowtowing non-stop.

At this time, Xiao Sanniang hid under the coffin, trembling all over.

When she saw a pair of dangling feet in front of her, her eyes were wide open in horror. It was strange that Boss Huang's feet stopped in front of the coffin, and he refused to leave for a long time.

It seemed to smell something faintly.