After being reborn, he was entangled by the sha demon

The voice just fell, but it seemed to be too late.

The opened coffin suddenly shook violently, the sound was loud, and a stronger gust of wind blew in from the window, white flags and spiritual tents were flying wantonly, the sound of the wind continued, it was eerie.

Seeing the movement here, Xie Bian knew that the corpse was about to wake up.

When the ghost body living in the coffin is disturbed by people and cannot sleep peacefully, it will suddenly sit up and scare away the troublemakers.

Because the appearance of the ghost body sitting startled is like a person getting up after waking up, it is also called "waking corpse".

It's not surprising that there are such movements in places where ordinary people's spirits stop, but this is an evil environment, and it's the ghost ancestor Fan Wujiu who disturbs people's dreams. Who dares to wake up the corpse to scare him?

Either the ghost has great insight, or the ghost has no insight at all.

Xie Bian stopped when he heard the sound, and stood at the position facing Fan Wujiu across the coffin, with the whip on his palm vigilantly.

Although he knew that Fan Wujiu would not be good or bad.

Fan Wujiu was used to the wind and rain, so when he encountered such a big commotion, he only took half a step back to make room for the space above the coffin, and he didn't even summon the tiger scythe, presumably because he knew that the little ghosts here couldn't make any big noises.

The sound of the wind blowing the flags exploded for a while, and finally a black shadow sat up in the coffin. The moonlight was already thin, and half of his body was covered by the coffin, so Xie Bian couldn't see clearly.

After the ghost sat up, he moved a little, apparently looking around, looking for the person who alarmed him.

Fan Wujiu looked at him calmly.

The ghost didn't expect that he would meet such a supernatural figure who was not afraid of him at all, and the movement of turning his head was half a minute slower, obviously stunned for a moment.

He turned his head to the other side, Xie Bian held the police whip in his hand, and let the whip body gently drag on the floor to make a sound, also looking not to be provoked.

The movement of the ghost turning his head was half a minute slower.

Unable to look left or right, he was stunned for a while, then fell back and lay down again.

He was so sensible that he took the coffin board with him.

Sure enough, it was a little thing that didn't make much noise and was meant to scare people. Except for a little fishy smell, it didn't threaten the two night walkers at all.

Fan Wujiu walked to the back of the coffin and kicked the coffin back.

Rancid was sealed into the coffin together with the sleeping ghost again.

There are also two coffins.

When Xie Bian was about to go to see another unsealed big guy, he was snatched away by Fan Wujiu again.

He didn't even have the patience to lift the lid, and tapped lightly through the coffin board: "Is there a ghost?"

Knocking on the coffin board directly to ask if there are any ghosts inside seems illogical, and it seems that it is indeed something Fan Wujiu is capable of doing.

Xie Bian watched Lao Fan's action of knocking on the coffin board, and felt that the old hooligan's move was a little cute for a moment, and quickly shook his head to drive this unreliable thought out of his head.

Must be an illusion.

After Fan Wujiu knocked, there was no intention of answering in the coffin, and he probably didn't have the ability to make a sound.

"If there are ghosts, give Fan Ye some wind to cool off."

Xie Bian couldn't hold back at all, amused by his continuous questioning, he couldn't help chuckling.

Fan Wujiu didn't look back when he heard it, but knocked on the coffin board more exaggeratedly.

The old hooligan was coaxing the children again.

The dirty things in the coffin seemed to understand Fan Wujiu's words, because the white cloth by the window was flying again, and the cold wind mixed with cold air came from outside, making Xie Bian shiver.

Fan Wujiu stopped discussing with the ghost, took off his windbreaker without looking back, and handed it to Xie Bian.

The black windbreaker was in front of him, Fan Wujiu was giving Xie Bian the coat to keep out the cold.

The child refused to take it, so Fan Wujiu had no choice but to say: "Don't freeze, you don't want to take medicine when you have a cold."

Xie Bian didn't like to take medicine. When he was growing up, Fan Wujiu bought expensive calcium tablets for him. Because they looked like pills, Xie Bian threw them into the pond in the garden and fed them to the fish.

Xie Bian thought that he was lonely and cold for thousands of years, probably because he was not afraid of the cold, so he hesitated to take it and put it on.

It is because the cold medicine is too bitter.

In this way, Lao Fan's majestic and majestic tiger sickle hung on Xie Bian's chest ostentatiously, quite awe-inspiring.

Underworld, who doesn't know the name of the head of the evil weapon?

There are ghosts lying down and dozing in the two big coffins, so what is hidden in the small sealed coffin in the middle?

Child, this answer was the first thing he thought of.

Three coffins, one big and one small, can easily remind people of a family. The dirty thing that just woke up and sat up is in the shape of an adult. If there is something in the small coffin, it should be a child.

Xie Bian thought of the connection between the little mahjong ghost in the self-examination room who didn't want to go to school, and was about to go to open the museum immediately.

But as soon as his hand touched the small black coffin, two gusts of darker wind blew from the window, wrapped in white silk, swaggering around.

In this turmoil, there is still a faint ringing of bells, and there is a faint sound, which is a bit like evoking souls.

"Hula", a piece of paper money landed on Xie Bian's shoulder unexpectedly.

Looking out of the window along the turmoil, the sun is not visible, but the sky is already bright, but the shadows still cover the small building.

Xie Bian closed his eyes and concentrated, unexpectedly, between the sound of the wind and the ringing of the bell, he heard the scripture blessing.

There is a lot of movement outside.

He and Fan Wujiu arrived at the window almost at the same time, looking through the window, the street that was empty during the day was bustling at the moment.

The five-color road flag spread from the corner of the street to the front of the building, rain of paper money was splashed from the sky, and soul-inducing flags were erected in front of it, followed by dozens of people in mourning clothes, and the mighty people who came downstairs turned out to be a procession of sending spirits.

A few years ago, Guhai banned burials. After people died, they were burned to ashes and placed in jars, which saves money and trouble. Xie Bian heard about it from a classmate who was looking for strangeness during class, and felt that this transformation in the human world is also quite good.

If he died, he would put it in a jar, and put it anywhere, so as not to be scratched by the cat.

After all, the feeling of being buried in the ground and not being able to get out is really uncomfortable, and City Lord Wuwang has a deep understanding.

But in this small town where he didn't know where, Xie Bian once again saw the procession of funerals.

The old ghosts who passed by Wuwang City would compare the guards of honor of their descendants when they walked with their children. There was one who lived for more than 100 years, and it is said that the line of descendants went all the way.

But the spirit sending team downstairs was a little different.

Ordinary people's soul-inviting flags are followed by coarse and fine music groups with blowers, but the leaders of this group are two bell ringers wearing tall hats.

The handle of the bell in his hand is slender, and it shakes every step he takes, his posture is like that of Meng Po who is ringing the soul-calling bell by the Naihe bridge.

But the bell-ringer in the high hat is not dressed like a woman. One is black and the other is white, one is holding a chain, the other is holding a streamer. There is a yellow stripe on the black forehead. Zombies are not zombies and ghosts are not ghosts. There is still a long red tongue drooping on his face, which is creepy and funny.

According to human legend, it is one black and one white impermanence that lead the soul into the underworld after death.

Xie Bian looked at it with a gloomy expression.

Fan Wujiu didn't take it seriously: "The white one is so ugly... Forget it, the black one is not easy to see."

He didn't mind.

This is the second floor, not very high, and there is a lawn downstairs. Xie Bian reckoned the distance so that he should not fall to his death, so he was about to jump through the window, but Lao Fan grabbed him.

"You still have such a strong temper, if you see such an ugly face, you will jump off the building!"

Fan Wujiu could still laugh, illuminated by the strange white light, his face looked a little gentle, without the coldness of life and death.

Xie Bian shook his arm and shook off his hand: "Go down and find out."

"Don't worry, they will come up."

The coffin is here, how could the sender not come?

As Fan Wujiu said, after a while, the calling bell rang downstairs.

The first to jump to the second floor was a pair of brightly colored paper figurines. It turned out that the paper figurines in this team were neither carried by people nor transported by car. They were all small legs tied with bamboo poles. Jumped all the way.

The little girl in the green dress showed her head first, and the two round eyeballs on the papery face were indeed a bit scribbled, and the whites of the eyes were not even left. It seemed that two holes had been stabbed, and the flushed face was still red. The painting is out of bounds, reaching to the ear, like a child scribbling with a watercolor pen.

The little boy in red followed closely behind, and the hole in his face was not much better than that of the little girl.

As soon as they went up the stairs, the place where the coffin was parked on the second floor was lit up. Only then did Xie Bian realize that the men and women were carrying a small lantern in their hands, and there were four large Chinese characters neatly written on the lanterns.

The woman's lantern read: Eat well.

The man's lantern read: Sleep well.

Xie Bian was puzzled. Do all the blessing lanterns in the world seek the law like this?

While he was staring at the lantern, Fan Wujiu walked over directly, snatched the lantern from the hands of the two little paper figurines, and handed Xie Bian the one that said "Eat Well".

That's right, it might come in handy when lighting is needed later, Xie Bian took the lantern and continued to stand and look at the little man.

There was no rush to lose the two paper lanterns for men and women, they just walked around the three coffins, and then bounced down the stairs.

After a while, the regular bells rang to the second floor, and the two ugly black and white bell ringers followed.

When I got closer, I realized that the two leaders were also made of paper people, but they looked much more pleasing to the eye than boys and girls. At least the nose is the nose and the mouth is the mouth, but every time they take a step, they stagger forward. Almost hit the chest.

Behind them were a dozen or so strong men with white cloths tied around their heads, looking as if they were going to carry all three coffins away.

Xie Bian stood at the stairs, holding a small lantern that read "Eat Well", like a welcome boy.

The impostor who was welcomed swaggered past him, Xie Bian really wanted to go up and tear off the white paper man's tongue, but seeing Fan Wujiu's expression on his face, he endured it again.

Xie Bian counted them one by one, and there were a total of 12 strong men in white scarves who came up behind Zhi Wuchang, and it was clear that all of them were paper figurines, and the other three came with hammers.

Four groups of these pretentious things stood still next to the coffin, and Zhi Wuchang circled around the coffin in the middle, and stopped on the left and right.

The bell for calling back souls rang, and the paper man raised the sledgehammer and smashed the "children nails" into the coffin to seal it.

After several noises, the two large coffins were also sealed. The paper man set up the coffin poles and leaned on his shoulders to go downstairs.

The big coffins are one behind the other, and the small coffin is in the middle.

"Come on, go out and see."

Fan Wujiu knew that Xie Bian would not give up until he found the truth, so he invited him to go out together.

Who are the people lying in these coffins, and where are they going to be sent? Why does the mahjong parlor, which is so lively during the day, turn into a different world at night?

True Impermanence followed behind False Impermanence, escorting the unknown soul out of the door.

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The author has something to say:

When I was writing this chapter, I was in the laboratory Baidu funeral customs, and there was a picture of the coffin on the screen. The brother happened to pass by me and gave me a meaningful look.

Then the next day I had a lot more work! ! !

Brother: Idle is idle, let's do some work.