Surprise! The popular villain is actually Long Aotian's wife

The two eyes of the leading ghost were still like two pitch-black eye sockets, empty and lifeless.

He died, his pupils rolled upwards, leaving only the horrifying deathly white, and the whites of his eyes were eroded by the ghostly energy, so his eyes became empty and pitch black.

Because they were afraid of sunlight, all exposed skin was wrapped in white linen.

Huan Yi waved to the ghost brother who was standing there motionless: "Come here, give me a nail cut."

She waved the nail clippers in her hand.

"It's less scary this way, and you won't easily scare your neighbors or your cats and dogs when you get home."

The ghost brother who was standing there in a daze walked over silently.

Raise your palms.

Click click click.

Watching his sharp black nails being cut off one by one.

Xiao Lin notified the villagers in the town, and the bodies of those with only skins left were claimed one after another.

Their families cried bitterly and buried the remaining bodies of their loved ones.

However, not all the bodies were claimed by their families, and in the end there were still five or six bodies of female cultivators in the city left.

Qi Wu Yue signaled Xiao Jin to come out and dig a hole and bury him.

It’s great. We can still whisper in the middle of the night and not feel lonely at all.

As for the three corpse ghosts left behind by the ghost cultivator, Qi Wu Yue looked at Huan Yi and said, "Why don't you just take them?"

Huan Yi hesitated and said, "It's a bit ugly."

Seeing this, Xiao Jin dug out a bigger and deeper hole with his claws, leaving a residual shadow.

Qi Wu Yue: "Then bury it too."

Huanyi looked at Brother Ghost Shadow and said, "Let's just take it."

There were more than ten Three Corpse Ghosts in a team. Huanyi put all of them except the leading ghost into the storage space to collect dust.

As for the leading ghost that she had the best sense of, he had even helped him intercept other ghosts before and performed well, so Huanyi decided to temporarily take him in as a follower.

The boss and Brother Xiao went to search Gui Xiu's property. Huanyi asked curiously while trimming the overlong nails of her follower Guiying.

"Who is He He?"

With the spiritual line, these puppets that have lost the control of the ghost cultivator will slowly develop their own intelligence, most of which are related to their obsessions during their lifetime.

Blood seemed to flow from the ghost's dark eye sockets, and he opened his mouth silently and shouted, "He He, run."

He was trapped in his own obsession.

Huanyi sighed, and the silk thread wrapped around her fingers connected to the piece of spiritual thread placed on the ghost.

A long series of images belonging to ghost memories flooded into the sea of ​​consciousness.

The picture shows a stern-faced young man and his dependent sister He He. The girl is probably about the same age as Huanyi.

She was lively, loved to laugh, and would carry a basket on her back to sell orange blossoms to the wealthy families in town.

Through the images in her memory, Huanyi learned the ghost's name before his death, Asen.

The master of a wealthy family died, and a notice was posted in the town recruiting workers.

According to the rules of the town, before burying the dead, the coffin must be carried around the town for several laps, which is called calling the soul.

The soul can be buried in the ancestral land only after the soul-calling is completed.

The rich man's coffin was made of some unknown wood, it was so black and heavy that it took eighteen strong men from the town to lift it.

Paper money was scattered all over the sky, and the line of people dressed in white linen mourning clothes was as long as a water dragon. The funeral sounds of suona mixed with the low sobs coming from the noses of the huge team of relatives.

It was evening that day, and the sky was particularly eerie and gloomy, with dark clouds covering the sun and not a single ray of light coming through.

The helpers received a lot of rewards, and it was said that after the funeral they could even get a piece of cooked meat from the host.

He He, the little greedy boy, ignored everything else when he heard there was meat and hurriedly signed up for a place to help his brother.

Asen and the other helpers walked in the middle of the team, carrying the pitch-black coffin. In order to get a seat at the table, He He followed them and cried loudly.

Because she would get a string of copper coins as a reward if she cried well, the little girl tried extra hard to pretend crying.

Asen successfully identified his sister's fake crying that sounded like a ghost or a wolf among the buzzing sobs of mosquitoes and flies.

The cry was extremely piercing.

The corners of his mouth twitched.

This girl, really, I never saw her cry so loudly even when she lost her father as a child.

Only copper coins and meat can be so tempting.

Asen gritted his teeth and carried the heavy coffin forward. The wooden bar pressed half of his shoulder so hard that it ached.

I felt sore when I turned around for the first time.

When I turned around for the second time, I felt a burning sensation on my shoulder.

By the third turn, my shoulders and arms seemed to have lost all feeling.

After finally completing three turns, I can move towards the ancestral land.

Asen gritted his teeth and persisted, while estimating that the reward money would be enough to buy He He a new set of clothes.

When she was at her age and her clothes started to shrink in a blink of an eye.

He He was still wearing old clothes from a few years ago. He had cut the discarded fabric from the old clothes and spliced ​​them into the cuffs and trouser legs, so that he could barely continue to wear them.

He has already selected a piece of floral cloth from Liu the tailor in the town to make a fashionable dress for He He. He has already paid a deposit and will be able to pick it up in a few days.

It is said that this style originated in the city. The girls in the town all like it and are vying to make a dress like that.

He He looked at him with longing eyes every time he saw him.

Arsen then realized, yes, He He will be fifteen after her birthday this year, and she will be a big girl without knowing it.

...but she didn't have a decent dress.

He gritted his teeth and asked Liu the tailor to make a custom piece for him. He was originally worried about the balance, but if he got the reward from helping out this time, not only would he be able to pay the balance for the clothes, but he would also have some money left over to improve the little girl's food for a while.

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on Asen's face unconsciously, and the pain in his shoulder no longer appeared.

The funeral procession soon arrived at the ancestral land, and the head family was making arrangements for lowering the coffin.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew up, and sharp ghost cries mixed with shrill roars. The strange wind blew the funeral procession to and fro.

The swirling sand and dust made it impossible for everyone to open their eyes. Asen only felt that the coffin seemed to be getting heavier and heavier.

He gasped for breath despite the wind and sand, and his waist was bent by the pressure.

I could hear the other helpers cursing, saying that the coffin was unusually heavy and it was really weird.

Amidst the spitting and cursing, the heavy black wooden coffin fell to the ground with a loud bang. Some people said in horror, "A falling coffin is a bad omen, unlucky," while others cursed in a low voice, "It's bad luck."

Asen didn't know whether it was a good omen or not. He only knew that he had heard an old man say that -

If the coffin falls to the ground, it may easily scare the corpse.

The head of the family shouted at the helpers to lift the coffin quickly, but the weather was getting worse and worse, and it seemed to become gloomy all of a sudden.

The black wooden coffin was so heavy that it seemed to be cast from molten iron. No matter how hard the eighteen helpers tried, they could not lift the coffin even a little bit, their faces turned red.

Bang, bang, bang.

The sound like beating drums exploded in everyone's ears.

One sound after another, dull, rapid, and mixed with a teeth-aching scratching sound.

"It's the sound coming from the coffin!"

I don’t know who was the first to notice and shout out tremblingly.

The head of the family's face changed instantly, and the helpers all looked terrified.

"The corpse is startled!"