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Suddenly becoming the focus of everyone's attention, Dong Sheng couldn't help but straighten his waist and continued: "Mr. Gu has a kind heart. After hearing about this incident, he came here to take a look to prevent any changes."

"The widow, Mrs. Wu, has met Mr. Gu, thank you Mr. Gu."

A woman came forward to salute with a sob.

Gu Ming sighed: "People cannot be brought back to life after death, so mourn and change."

When it was dark, the villagers spontaneously took out the tables and stools, wine and vegetables at home, accompanied by Wu Zijing, and invited Gu Ming and the two to drink and chat to pass the time.

It was almost midnight when Gu Ming entered the mourning hall.

According to his request, the coffin was only half closed, and the head and body were exposed to observe the movement.

"hiss"

Following him, Dong Sheng sized him up curiously, and suddenly his hairs stood on end.

Because at this time, Ah Zhuang has undergone a lot of changes.

Before, his face was only swollen and pale, but now the exposed muscle surface has dense black lines, like a spider's web, which looks extraordinarily frightening.

Gu Ming was neither surprised nor surprised.

When he received the system task, he took it for granted that the matter would not be simple, and some bizarre events would inevitably happen.

Just as he was preparing to observe carefully, the mutation suddenly rose.

The corpse lying in the coffin instantly turned into stinky tofu, exuding a disgusting stench, and a layer of faint black white hair grew on the surface of the skin.

"My mother, the corpse has changed, Xing Xing runs!"

Frightened, Dong Sheng couldn't help but let out a duck cry as if pinching his neck.

"What are you panicking about?"

Gu Ming drank dissatisfiedly.

"I'm not as good as you"

Dong Sheng rushed out of the mourning hall quickly.

A group of villagers waiting outside to watch were also frightened and looked for places to hide.

At this time, the corpse lying in the coffin stood up stiffly, with a red glow in its eyes, like a night wolf looking for food.

"my mother"

"father"

For a moment, terrified screams resounded through the night sky.

Another timid village woman was so frightened that she fainted in her husband's arms.

"Heaven and earth have righteousness, mixed with manifolds."

Gu Ming came back to his senses and couldn't help shouting at the corpse.

"Boom!"

This drink actually made the corpse lie back upright again.

"Ah Zhuang, I know that your death is unjust. But, Yin and Yang are separated, bridges return to bridges, roads return to roads, ghosts rest in peace in the underworld."

This time, he didn't even use his clever pen to make flowers, he just relied on his words to make a sound from time to time in the coffin.

After a while, it finally returned to silence.

"Okay, you can come and close the coffin."

Gu Ming turned around and said something.

"what?"

"Is this all right?"

Just now, many villagers saw Ah Zhuang's appearance covered in white hair with their own eyes, and they were still terrified.

Even though Gu Ming opened his mouth, everyone still looks at you, you look at me

In the end, it was Ah Zhuang's wife who walked into the mourning hall tremblingly, took a look boldly, and suddenly felt sad from her heart: "My husband!"

After crying like this, someone from other villagers finally walked in slowly, glanced carefully, and finally fell to the ground with a hanging heart.

At this time, Ah Zhuang had recovered to his original state, his face was no longer swollen, and his expression was peaceful as if he was in a deep sleep.

"It's okay, it's okay, everyone can come here."

"It's amazing, Mr. Gu is indeed a master."

A group of villagers entered the mourning hall one after another.

At this time, Gu Ming checked the coffin carefully again, and found that A Zhuang spit out a mouthful of blackish green liquid, and a small piece of tea-like residue was faintly visible.

Could this be the water mang grass?

Thinking about it, Gu Ming wouldn't reach out and take a second look. It's a little disgusting.

After Ah Zhuang's relatives cried for a while, the village chief said, "Okay, since Ah Zhuang has calmed down, let's close the coffin."

"Close the coffin!"

With a roar, several strong men raised the lid of the coffin and slowly closed it.

Afterwards, a group of villagers thanked Gu Ming again.

"It's a trivial matter. You don't need to be too polite. Well, it's time for you to be busy. I'll take my leave first."

Wu Zijing couldn't help but said: "Young Master Gu, it's better to rest in the village for a night and wait until dawn before leaving."

"It's okay, is it possible that I'm still afraid of ghosts and ghosts?"

Gu Ming smiled, handed his hands and said goodbye.

As soon as he left the village, Dong Sheng couldn't help complaining: "Now that we can't go back to the city, we can't just walk on the road all the time, can we?"

"It's useless, just find a place to lie down and lie down? It's uncomfortable to stay in the village."

"It makes sense, anyway, with you here, I'm still afraid of a ghost!"

Chapter 85 Dawei Tianlong!Catch the demon!

At noon the next day.

The two of Gu Ming appeared by a river leading to the county seat.

The river is neither big nor small, about 40 meters wide, the water is very clear, and the current is relatively gentle.

Sparkling, the gravel and floating aquatic plants on the bottom of the river can be seen faintly.

There is an old stone bridge by the river.

Nearby is a tall old pagoda tree with an umbrella-like crown, covering a large area of ​​shade.

There is a simple thatched shed under the tree, supported by only four bamboo poles.

Inside the thatched shed is a tea stall that sells large bowls of herbal tea for passers-by to quench their thirst and have a rest.

The stall owner is an old man with white beard and hair. He looks old, but his hands and feet are very quick.

Tea is not expensive, and you can get enough for a penny.

"Boss, two bowls of herbal tea!"

"coming!"

The stall owner responded.

There were five passers-by at the tea stand, sitting at two tables, chatting while drinking tea.

"Hey, have you heard? Someone in the city died quite strangely yesterday."

"What kind of bizarre method?"

"Walking on the street, he suddenly died. The death pattern is exactly the same as that of a drowned person."

"No way?"

"It's true. The big cow in our village saw it with his own eyes. At that time, some people said it was a water ghost."

"Hehe, it's the water reckless ghost."

The stall owner continued with a smile.

The man wondered: "I've only heard of water ghosts, what's the matter with water ghosts?"

The stall owner explained: "Ordinary people may turn into ghosts after eating Shuimang grass by mistake, so they are called Shuimang ghosts.

The origin of the water mangcao is said to be a kind of water plant that was transformed from the resentment of a drowned person. "

"There is such a legend? Why haven't we heard of it?"

"The little old man also listens to what foreigners say"

Hearing the discussion of several people, Gu Ming kept silent and drank tea by himself.

Dong Sheng wanted to show off and talk about his experience last night, but Gu Ming stepped on him as soon as he opened his mouth, telling him not to talk too much.

"The world today is really scary!"

"Don't mention these scary things, drink tea and drink tea."

The men stopped talking about the dead, and started chatting about some family issues.

After a while, Gu Ming patted the table: "Check out."

"Guest officer, two dollars!"

The stall owner walked to the table and smiled.

"Ah."

Gu Ming responded, and took out a brush with his hand in his arms.

Seeing this, Dong Sheng couldn't help being stunned.

But he didn't think too much about it, only knowing that Gu Ming didn't bring change, he took out two coins and put them on the table.

"Thank you, sir."

The stallholder held out his hand for money.

Unexpectedly, Gu Ming smiled and said: "You can think of two dollars?"

The stall owner picked up the copper coins and said with a puzzled look: "I don't know what the guest officer means by saying this? The little old man used this to make a living."

"Living? The person who said it looks like a human being, but it's a pity that you are not human!"

As soon as these words came out, not to mention the stall owner, even the tea customers changed their expressions.

How could anyone bully someone like that?

Is it easy for an old man to set up a stall here to sell tea for a living?

The stall owner's face darkened, and he said angrily: "Although the little old man is poor, he can still earn his own living, so why bother to humiliate me?"

"That's right, this is too much. What kind of skill is bullying an old man?"

"He looks like a scholar, how can he hurt people so much?"

Dong Sheng was also in a daze, not understanding what kind of medicine was sold in Gu Ming's gourd.

Gu Ming didn't care about other people's feelings. He stared at the stall owner and said coldly, "Stop pretending, the person who died inexplicably in the county yesterday had tea with you, right?"

"How do you know who you are talking about, little old man?"

"I don't know? Then you always know where the previous stall owner is?"

"Guest officer, I really don't know what you're talking about, little old man."

The stall owner blushed and turned away angrily.

At this moment, Dong Sheng seemed to understand something vaguely, his face turned pale, and the half bowl of tea in his hand also fell to the ground.

The other five tea customers looked at each other in blank dismay. Isn't the owner of the tea stall the old man?If I remember correctly, the stall has been set up here for nearly 20 years and has never changed people.

"Monster, hurry up and show yourself!"