Hello villain, let me see your teeth

It was a broken human foot, and a bright red liquid was faintly visible on the section of the ankle, spilling out.

In the mud, dozens of thumb-thick black mud surged around his feet.

It gnawed at the broken foot at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Xia Zhen frowned, resisted the churning urge to vomit, held her breath, looked away, and looked towards the mourning hall for help.

Unexpectedly, the three people who were still in front of the mourning hall just now disappeared.

A dozen men in ancient costumes suddenly appeared in the mourning hall. They stood quietly in a wooden coffin, listening to the young monk in gray robes reciting in a low voice.

The monk picked up the wooden stick, wiped the diameter of the singing bowl twice slowly and quickly, and then tapped the bowl lightly. The menacing black mud was forced to stop in front of the mourning hall by the ethereal and profound sound of the bowl. under the steps.

The squeezing feeling of the wooden boards in front of Xia Zhen also weakened a lot. She tried to lift her foot, and after she was sure she could move, she raised her hand and pushed open the door panel, and ran decisively to the only eaves that were not swept by the black mud.

Against the resistance of the black mud on her legs, Xia Zhen ran to the roof with great effort.

After making sure that the people in the mourning hall couldn't see her, Xia Zhen looked down at her muddy and smelly pants with disgust.

I can't have these pants anymore, even if the traces of going out disappear.

The speed of the monk's chanting became faster, and the ethereal and long bowl sound became sharp and piercing.

The mud began to roll violently, but the steps under the eaves were like an invisible barrier, standing in front of the mourning hall, not allowing the black mud to move forward.

Amidst the chaos in the courtyard and the monks chanting sutras, Xia Zhen heard a barely audible groan.

At the same time, a strange sound came from the coffin in the mourning hall, reminding Xia Zhen of the sound of fingernails scratching the blackboard, and her scalp began to tingle.

After passing through the crowd in the mourning hall, Xia Zhen walked to the side of the coffin.

Directly below the coffin, there was an oil lamp made of rough clay bowls, and the dim light flickered.

She was just about to raise her hand to put the lid on the coffin.

Suddenly, a deep and deep voice exploded in Xia Zhen's ear.

"Amitabha~"

Xia Zhen suddenly turned her head to look, and saw the monk sitting cross-legged directly in front of the coffin, his eyes slightly raised, and his eyes fell on her precisely.

After looking at him, Xia Zhen realized that the young monk's eyes were abnormally white, which seemed to be covered with a layer of dust. The ancient well was silent and lifeless.

Just when Xia Zhen lost her mind, the monk lowered his eyes and continued to groan, and the sound in the coffin suddenly stopped.

The oil lamp at Xia Zhen's feet made a slight crackling sound, and the flames burst out, burning the skin of her ankles with pain.

Even so, Xia Zhen still raised her hand to touch the edge of the coffin, and she pushed hard.

The red sandalwood coffin board seemed to be nailed to death, no matter how hard she tried, it still wouldn't budge.

The atmosphere in the mourning hall was extremely depressing. Xia Zhen suddenly felt the despair of dying. Her hands and feet were weak and her body was half lying on the coffin. Her throat seemed to be blocked by something. She covered her throat with her right hand and opened her mouth to breathe heavily.

Her face was flushed red, and just when she thought she was about to suffocate to death, a burst of silver light split the sky, split straight into the courtyard, and directly split a path in the crowded black mud in the courtyard.

The dull thunder sounded, and the suffocation in Xia Zhen's body suddenly subsided, and her hands and feet regained her strength, but the different feelings in the first few seconds made her think that the pain just now was an illusion.

Everyone in the mourning hall, after the thunder fell, walked towards the coffin automatically, picked up the wooden sticks engraved with runes, and the cloth rope made of yellow cloth full of spells.

The coffin was neatly tied up, and after the second thunder fell, several people worked hard at the same time to lift the coffin up.

After the coffin was lifted down from the eaves, the young monk stood up slowly. Although his eyes were out of focus, he landed in Xia Zhen's direction very accurately.

"Together with the benefactor?"

"Can you see me?" Xia Zhen asked doubtfully, frowning.

The monk raised his right hand wearing the beads and nodded slightly: "My little monk has been blind since he was a child."

"then you......"

Xia Zhen also wanted to ask if the person in the coffin was alive, why he was the only one who could discover his existence with so many people in the courtyard, and whether it was his fault that he felt so uncomfortable just now.

Unexpectedly, he was interrupted by his mouth: "Please benefactor."

Seeing his clear attitude, Xia Zhen ground her molars, swallowed her doubts, and walked out of the mourning hall.

Strange to say, although the monk was blind, his steps landed on the steps impartially, and even the threshold of the courtyard gate was crossed accurately.

A group of people carried the coffin and came to the back of the village.

On the mountainside on the right side of the long-dried river, there is a flat land that has been reclaimed before. There stands a statue of Avalokitesvara sitting on a lotus more than ten meters high. With the light of the torch, one can see a two-meter-high concave hole in the abdomen of Avalokitesvara. .

Hundreds of ragged, yellow and thin people knelt on the ground facing Guanyin.

The moment the coffin team appeared, everyone turned their heads, and their numb and dull eyes suddenly shone with a different light, just like a traveler walking alone in the desert suddenly seeing a clear spring.

With hope on their faces, they stared closely at the small coffin, as if pinning all their hopes on it.

Xia Zhen followed the team, passed the kneeling people, and heard them praying in a low voice, her heart became more and more heavy.

The coffin landed steadily in front of the Guanyin statue.

The young monk, holding a singing bowl, stood on the only path leading to the mountainside, bowing his head and "looking" at the silent river in pity for all living beings.

The oil lamp was carried along with the coffin. The oil lamp was placed in front of the coffin, and the oil inside was almost burned out.

The air at the scene became more and more sticky, Xia Zhen stood there, breathing heavily.

Everyone is waiting quietly.

At the moment when the flame of the oil lamp was extinguished, a bolt of lightning struck the oil lamp.

The oil lamp that had been extinguished was burning again, and the orange light turned slightly blue.

The black silt suddenly poured into the river channel from a distant branch. Like dark poisonous snakes, they quickly climbed along the river channel to the only path leading to the mountainside.

The sound of singing bowls echoed in the empty valley.

The leading middle-aged villager walked to the coffin with a serious expression, knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times, then got up and picked up the chisel and hammer to start the coffin opening ceremony.

Xia Zhen stood beside the coffin, and glanced at the lonely back of the young monk.

The coffin was quickly opened, and the person inside was none other than Sun Nanxia.

Her face was in pain, she pinched her neck with one hand, and kept the other hand in an upward posture, her nails were flying and bloody.

After the coffin was opened, the men quickly backed away, tacitly walked aside and turned their backs to the coffin.

Several women stepped forward and carried Sun Nanxia out of the coffin and placed him on a wooden bed beside him.

He closed her eyes meticulously, massaged her struggling hands, and changed her into a white Guanyin costume after her face became peaceful and no longer hideous.

The black mud rolled upwards, and every impact was accompanied by a disgusting stench.