It's a celestial master, not a Taoist priest

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

The coffin where Feng Quan was located was slapped vigorously, and the coffin board above his head was very close at hand, causing the whole coffin to shake.With the harsh sound of sharp nails scratching the wood.

Feng Quan narrowed his eyes slightly.

The people outside are very patient with Feng Quan's coffin. I don't know if it's because the other party realizes that the people in this coffin are more in line with their own wishes.It didn't stop, and finally moved more and more, with a force that almost smashed the coffin.

Feng Quan moved his ears suddenly.

He heard a small sound mixed with the sound of slapping the coffin. It was the spikes on the four corners of the coffin that were going away a little bit, and they would not be able to fix it.

Something outside was still beating on the coffin.

Shang Yang shrank at the other end, clutching himself and trembling with fright.

At this time, Feng Quan made a move.

At the same time when something outside slapped the coffin lid again, Feng Quan raised his hand and slapped it from the inside out, shouting:

"Stop shooting!"

The things outside seemed to be frightened, and stopped for a while.Taking advantage of this opportunity, Feng Quan suddenly opened the coffin, rolled over, and finally met the things outside.

The moonlight outside shone in through the dilapidated and leaky windows, casting a silvery white on the edge of the wall.The light in the room is dim, except for the moonlight, there is only a candle placed in the center.

Feng Quan looked at the thing in front of him under the not-so-bright halo.

It can probably be called a ghost.It seems that there are some human figures, but the limbs are all twisted, the back is bent, and the face is raised, facing Fengquan directly.

No facial features could be seen on the face, only vague, uneven scabs that seemed to be left by burning.The two eye sockets are hollow, and the inside is dark.

What surprised Feng Quan was not its appearance, but that he came out and stood here for a few seconds, and the other party didn't take the initiative to attack him.

Feng Quan squinted his eyes, swayed his finger twice in the air, entwined a trace of Yin Qi around the opponent, and put it on the tip of his nose to sniff lightly.

"Are you worshiped by those villagers?"

The opponent's two dark eye sockets were directly facing Feng Quan, and he remained silent.

Feng Quan looked at its palm.

The palms are twisted, hanging by the sides with the palms facing outwards.The hands are two extra large hands, which are bluish-black, with an unnatural bluish-black color.The nails are long and curly, with a solidified blood color.

Feng Quan raised his eyebrows, and asked again: "Can you talk?"

The only candle in the center was blown out suddenly, and then I fixed my eyes again, the ghost in front of me had disappeared, and there was only a little moonlight shining on the empty ground.

Feng Quan didn't stop the ghost from leaving, he opened the coffin and lay down again.

It took Shang Yang a while to raise his head slowly, and asked, "Where is the ghost...?"

Feng Quan put his hands on his chest, lay down very peacefully and closed his eyes.

"Wait until midnight."

Shang Yang patted his hair, "...What about me?"

Feng Quan tapped his forehead, "Wait too."

The coffin was closed again, and the nails went back into the planks.The whole room was very quiet.

At three o'clock in the morning, those people came back.

Feng Quan opened his eyes suddenly, and with a movement of his wrist, the talisman paper figurine came out of his sleeve and crawled out along the vent hole of the coffin.Feng Quan wiped his eyelids with two fingers, and then changed his gaze.

He saw the outside of the coffin through the talisman paper, and his vision shifted with the movement of the talisman paper figure.

There was the sound of dead branches being trampled and broken outside the house, and then the door was opened.

The paper man quickly climbed along the wall to the beam, looking down at the whole house from top to bottom.

The door opened, and two people walked in, one was an old local man who had been a tour guide for Feng Quan and the others, and the other was older than this old man, with all his hair gray and disheveled.He seemed to have no flesh in his whole body, his face was sunken, like a skeleton supporting the wobbly clothes.

The white-haired old man's voice was hoarse, unspeakable:

"Go and see."

The old man was very respectful to him, lit the candle in his hand, and looked into the house.

Then he was startled and almost knocked over the candle.Because the old man saw that among the thirteen coffins displayed in the house, the original intact coffins now had a huge handprint sunken on each coffin, and there were also wooden thorns raised by fingernails.

Every coffin is like this.

The old man walked through it tremblingly, making sure that the coffin was still tightly sealed, then walked back to the old man, bowed his body, and said respectfully:

"The village chief, you haven't moved at all."

The old man frowned with a dissatisfied expression: "My lord didn't enjoy it. - This, wake them up."

The old man took the bowl handed over by the old man, which contained cooked glutinous rice.He squeezed glutinous rice and stuffed it into each coffin through the vent hole of the coffin, and then walked back to the old man.

After a while, everyone woke up.

Feng Quan heard first the heavy breathing of the person in the coffin, followed by panicked shouts and eager slaps.But these old men were unmoved.

Even though they were awakened, everyone still had no strength. After struggling for a while, they became silent again. They could only lie in the airtight coffin with their eyes open in panic.

The old man carefully asked the white-haired old man:

"Village Chief, do we still want to..."

The white-haired old man waved his hand, and another group of people came in from outside the door.It was still a group of old people, each holding a candle, standing silently against the corner of the wall.

Feng Quan looked at the candles they were holding.

It is white with some patterns carved on it.The white-haired old man waved his hand again, and the group of people dispersed, each putting the candle in his hand on the head of each coffin, and then lighting it.

There is a burning white candle on top of each coffin.Swaying slightly in the night wind, it looked eerie and weird.

After these arrangements were made, the thirteen people who came in with candles knelt down in front of the coffin and bowed devoutly.Then the white-haired old man called "Village Chief" and the old man also knelt down, kowtowed forward, and threw their bodies to the ground.

There was silence again in the house.

Feng Quan called the talisman paper villain in, put it away, and thought about it in his heart.

These seem to be old people, but in fact, like that old man, they don't seem to be living people, but like ordinary walking corpses returning to the world, driven by something to act.

And looking at their aura, there is some connection with the ghost before.

Feng Quan thought about whether there would be anything that would appear next, and what it would be.But at this moment, a light and crisp sound suddenly came to mind in the silent space.

"Pleasant Goat, Beautiful Goat, Lazy Goat, Boiling Goat..."

Feng Quan has been able to see ghosts since he was born. When he was a child, he just sat up and couldn't speak, so he played with ghosts that accidentally floated over. What's more, he started to learn mysterious arts later. I was frightened by some strange ghost.

But now he was terrified.

He touched his pocket, and it was his cell phone ringing.He glanced happily, and it turned out that it wasn't Yin Cong, but Lan Xiang.

After connecting, the other party's voice trembled:

"Where are you, I'm in the coffin, it's so dark here, I can't move..."

The voice was hoarse and resentful, with a weak breath, echoing in the narrow and closed coffin.

And Feng Quan hung up the phone directly.

There are no ghosts in this house now, but the call Lan Xiang made to him seemed like a call from a ghost.

The person kneeling in front of the coffin didn't respond, there was still no sound or movement.

Shang Yang was afraid that it was enough, but he felt excited, and secretly hoped that some evil spirit would come over later.

What disappointed Feng Quan, Shang Yang, and the village chief was that nothing appeared until the first loud cock crow sounded in the distance outside.

The village head straightened up with a gloomy face, and slowly stood up.

"Bring them back."

Despite the crowing of cocks, it was still dark.There is mist in the mountains, making the night sky gray.

A group of people carried the coffin out of the house where the coffin was parked that night. Feng Quan folded a kite for the little paper figurine, let it out, and explored the way outside.

It turned out that this room was originally located next to the village, no wonder the villagers had to avoid such a long mountain road to avoid being noticed by others.

The village is surrounded by mountains, which is exactly the southeast Xunjiao of Lingshan Mountain that Fengquan observed earlier.The houses are all simple and unsophisticated, with no trace of modern life at all.

The group directly parked the thirteen coffins in a house in the middle of the village. According to the conversations of those old people, they learned that it was the place of the ancestral hall in the village.

Putting down the coffins, the village chief looked at them himself, and said to the old man next to him:

"They all come from outside?"

"Yes." The old man said respectfully. "Three old ones, the others are all in their twenties, the age God likes—by the way, there is also a little baby."

The village chief's expression changed suddenly.

"What did you bring the little doll in for?"

Seeing that the village head was angry, the old man tremblingly said: "I thought...the village won't be able to keep it, we can sell it, just like, before..."

The village chief took a few sharp breaths, his chest heaving up and down.The chest seemed to be ventilated, and there was a "puff and puff" sound of airflow converging, and the thin skeleton seemed to fall apart in a second.

"Fortunately, Yingshen didn't come to enjoy it tonight, you bad guy! - You just caught these outsiders, these days Yingshen made sacrifices, and you still have the guts to sell your child? - You did."

The old man didn't dare to raise his head, and said again and again: "Yes, yes."

He quickly walked between the coffins, found the coffin where "Shang Yang" was lying, and asked someone to lift the nails.The coffin was removed, and the lid of the coffin was opened, revealing the five-year-old baby lying with eyes closed.

The old man waved a candle in front of "Shang Yang" and muttered, "Why don't you wake up..."

The old man next to him handed him a knife.

Holding the knife, the old man waved his hand and slashed at the neck of "Shang Yang".The movements are proficient, as if they are often done.

However, the child lying in the coffin did not spew blood from the neck as expected, but under his eyes, a living child directly became a paper-wrapped person.