Five supernatural bosses are vying to marry me

Yu Anyan's slightly frightened eyes slowed down, he came back to his senses, felt some delicate touch in the palm of his hand, his expression paused, and Yu Anyan let go of his hand directly.

Nan Jing turned over and thanked earnestly: "Thank you."

Yu Anyan paused for breath, he waved his hand to signal Nan Jing that needless to say, he got up and looked at the piece of paper nailed with rusty nails in front of the altar table.

Fortunately, the candle has been lit now, with a faint light, and there is no need for Nan Jing to light the lighter for a long time.

Nan Jing went to the altar and knelt down, and with the faint light, read the contents of the paper nailed to the edge of the red lacquered altar with rusty nails:

"All the villagers of Shanlong Village here sincerely pray to you, and pray that you will make Shanlong Village smooth, prosperous and prosperous. All the villagers of Shanlong Village have written the horoscopes of all villagers' birthdays in the sacrificial book. Next, we will sincerely find a suitable one for you. Sacrifice, please fulfill our wishes after the sacrifice."

Nan Jing frowned.

This is what the village chief has been talking about offering sacrifices, and now they already know that the sacrifice is Nan Jing.

Yu Anyan looked around the entire room on the third floor again by the light of the candle. Apart from the altar, the room on the third floor was the coffin. Yu Anyan subconsciously tapped twice on the outside of his thigh with his index finger, guessing: "Nanjing, You said, will this sacrificial book be placed in these coffins?"

In the coffin?

Nan Jing paused, and he tilted his head slightly: "It's also possible that some villages have the custom of putting his horoscope with the dead in the coffin, and that piece of paper says that the birthday horoscope of the villagers of Shanlong Village is written on the sacrificial book. If the people lying in this coffin are the villagers of Shanlong Village, maybe the sacrificial book with the birth date of the villagers is really inside."

Nan Jing ignited his own lighter by the candlelight, and looked around at the coffins placed in the entire Buddhist hall.

The entire Buddhist hall room is not small, it is a square, concrete and wooden building structure, there is only one entrance and exit where they come in, and there is a wooden window facing the door of the Buddhist hall, but this window has been filled with cement.

The coffins in this room are generally divided into three layers. The outermost layer is the coffin with white paint on the coffin lid, and the second layer is the coffin with only the coffin lid painted with a thin layer of red paint.

On the last floor, which is the place closest to the altar, there are only four coffins. These four coffins are covered with black paint, and a crimson character "Dian" is written at the end of the coffins. The white paper silk flower, obviously they are in a sealed room now, this white paper silk flower seems to be blown by the wind for no reason.

Nan Jing looked at the coffins in the room with a slightly solemn expression. He had lived in the countryside for quite a while and knew something: "In some villages, the coffins used for errands are particular about the color. White-painted coffins are for unmarried and married couples. It is used for funerals of minors."

"The red coffin is used for funerals, which means that the person will die of old age naturally without any regrets, while the black coffin is for a violent death, sudden illness, car accident, or drowning, in short, an accidental death."

"Father, death," the videographer squatting not far away chattered his teeth, looked at the four black coffins near the altar, stepped back in fright, and quickly moved away from the altar: "Are we really looking for that sacrificial book?" ?”

Before Nan Jing could answer, Li Yifei shouted hoarsely from the door: "I don't want to find the coffin, I want to find you! Nan Jing, you are sick!"

Nan Jing looked at him coldly.

Yu Anyan frowned a little impatiently, and said indifferently: "We went up to the third floor to seek a chance of survival. Now we are trapped here, and we will be sacrificed immediately. Everyone will die after the sacrifice begins."

"We have to find information."

Yu Anyan focused on the cameraman and Li Yifei, emphasizing in a solemn voice: "Everyone is looking for them."

Li Yifei looked at Yu Anyan with a ferocious face, he held his painful palm after being pricked by Yu Anyan, and did not dare to say any more in resentment.

The outermost layer of this room is a coffin painted with white paint, which is a little safer than other coffins.

After Nan Jing walked to the outer layer of the room, he chose a white lacquered coffin. The white lacquered coffin was only painted with plain white paint, and nothing was written on it. Compared with other types of coffins in this room, it is not so hellish. that's it.

The white lacquered coffin that Nanjing chose was separated from the other coffins so that he could escape at any time.

After Nan Jing stood over, the other two followed Yu Anyan, although they were reluctant, and surrounded him. Li Yifei stood at the outermost edge, nervously watching the coffin ready to escape at any time.

Yu Anyan held down Nan Jing's hand that was about to lift the lid of the coffin, he lowered his eyes, bent the index finger of his left hand and knocked on the outside of his thigh, then closed his eyes, took a light breath, pulled out the lid of the coffin and rubbed it back, The rather heavy white-painted coffin was lifted and smashed to the ground, kicking up a little dust.

Nan Jing stared intently into the white-painted coffin, bit his lip subconsciously and did not make a sound.

I saw the corpse of a young man lying in the white lacquered coffin. The corpse was very thin, and the white cloth jacket and black linen trousers were indeed worn by villagers. The four of them seemed to be coming alive in the next second.

Moreover, the white cloth gown of the young man's corpse was opened a little, and the skin from the neck to the chest could be seen. Just like Xiao Chen, a piece of human skin had been torn off neatly by the incision.

The white lacquered coffin was made very deep and very black. There were some hay and silk cloth piled inside the coffin, all of which were wrinkled, and there were some bloodstains. It is estimated that even if you took a light with a lighter, you would not be able to see what was inside.

Yu Anyan looked at the corpse of the young man in the coffin, glanced at the coffin on the third floor, and said his guess in a low voice: "The villagers I have been in contact with all along are the village chiefs and young adults of Shanlong Village. There have never been old people or children, and they should be in these coffins now."

Li Yifei was so frightened that his face paled. He took several steps back and said in a trembling voice, "Will the person in this coffin suddenly come back to life?"

Yu Anyan moved his finger on the edge of the coffin, and said coldly almost at the same time as Nan Jing: "Shut up!"

Nan Jing glanced at Yu Anyan, before Yu Anyan could make a move, he knelt down and put his hand into the coffin.

The note with the date of birth in the coffin was just their guess. The sacrificial book might be paper or something, it must be very thin, and they had to look carefully to see if it was really in the coffin.

Nan Jing's expression was focused, now it is necessary to find out the news about the sacrifice, otherwise they will not know what the evil spirits in Shanlong Village will do to them at the sacrifice tomorrow, especially since he himself was selected to do the sacrifice. sacrifice.

Nan Jing's right hands first pressed together and pressed down to touch the part of the coffin where no one was lying.

Yu Anyan frowned and wanted to help Nan Jing, but Nan Jing grabbed his wrist and refused to go back. Nan Jing handed the lighter to Yu Anyan: "Director Yu, light the lighter for me, I often go to the village to help Weddings and funerals, I am familiar with coffins."

The cameraman and Li Yifei were separated by at least one step, watching Nanjing's movements nervously and horrified.

The white-painted coffin gave off a very pungent smell of poor-quality paint, and now that the coffin was opened, it gave off a rancid and unpleasant smell of blood.

The five fingers of Nan Jing's right hand were close together, and the front palm was attached to the bottom of the coffin, moving over inch by inch, the touch was cold, exuding a chill, and the fingers kept touching it like this, becoming more and more sore and cold.

The wood of this coffin is very rough, even with a thick layer of tung oil and paint, it still feels scratchy to the touch.

When Nan Jing touched the bottom of the coffin, the whole coffin suddenly collapsed, and the cold corpse of the young man inside the coffin suddenly shook, and the rotten skin brushed against Nan Jing's hand.

Nan Jing's pupils flickered, and the movements of his hands stopped immediately.

"Ah!" Li Yifei let out a short scream, jumping in shock.

All four of them slowed down their breathing and stopped their movements. Nan Jing kept squatting, calmly raised his head and looked at Yu Anyan questioningly.

Yu Anyan understood Nan Jing's meaning, his black pupils shrank, bent down, held up the burning lighter, and looked at the back of the collapsed coffin with very slight movements. After seeing clearly, he held his breath evenly. He exhaled clearly: "The small wooden pier supporting the coffin is crooked."

The other two breathed a sigh of relief.

Nan Jing nodded to show that he understood, and continued to touch. When he touched the bottom of the coffin near the coffin boards erected on both sides, his hand stopped suddenly.

The candlelight couldn't fully illuminate the outer layer of the room. This part of the coffin was a corner formed by three coffin boards, and the lighter that was lit was held slightly above, so it couldn't be fully illuminated here.

Nan Jing felt his hand touched something slippery and cold.

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Cannon fodder will definitely end badly