After being reborn, he was entangled by the sha demon

When going out, Xie Bian glanced back at the small building. The splendor of the day was shrouded in the eerie white light of the night, only gloomy. As the last paper-made boy walked out of the building, the years suddenly stained every wall brick. .

Alienated creepers covered the entire wall in an instant, and the crimson leaves swayed openly, devouring the electronic signboard in the chess and card room.

The small building where the coffin was suspended was sealed off after the sending team left.

There are people inside.

"It's all right, it's okay." Fan Wujiu stopped Xie Bian who was about to go back to save others.

That's right, even though Zuo Zuo is a brat, after so many years with Fan Wujiu, he will not be an ordinary person.

The plan for now is to keep up with the team and see where the coffin will be sent by the sender.

The long street was long, and the spirit flags were fluttering. Xie Bian followed Fake Wuchang, feeling a little desolate in his heart.

But Fan Wujiu obviously didn't think so, and hummed a song while walking.

Xie Bian leaned closer to listen, and Lao Fan sang chantingly: "See how tender you are, how tender you are, the old ones cry and the new ones laugh."

The newcomer didn't know whether he was smiling or not, anyway, the paper-tied boy next to Fan Wujiu was smiling brightly with the white flowers in his hands.

Do you sing this at funerals?But Fan Wujiu didn't care, he sang whenever he wanted, and no one dared to come up and cover his mouth.

"Stop singing." Xie Bian couldn't bear it anymore, because Lao Fan's broken gong-like singing voice was too disturbing.

Fan Wujiu smiled: "It's been a long night, I'll sing an opera to relieve your boredom."

False impermanence leads the team to go straight forward, and it is not known when it will go.

"Don't listen." Xie Bian turned his head away, he would rather be bored.

He refused so clearly, Fan Wujiu still refused to give up: "Then let me tell you a story."

"Do not listen."

Xie Bian covered his ears and ran ahead, Fan Wujiu followed closely and talked over and over again.

"Once upon a time, there was a child who didn't study hard and skipped classes. As a result, his whole family died..."

The child skipped class thirteen times, the whole family died thirteen times, Fan Wujiu finally shut up, because the escort team had arrived.

Large and small coffins were parked on the outskirts of the wilderness, and paper-made boys and girls lined up on both sides holding white flowers and white lanterns.

False Wuchang circled the coffin twice, the bell rang, and the big man in white scarf waved his hoe, it was ready for burial.

The big coffin was put into the pit, and the small coffin was also being carried in.

Xie Bian turned his head and gave Fan Wujiu a look.

If they didn't do anything, the coffin would be buried in the soil, and they would have to dig up the soil if they wanted to see what happened.

Fan Wujiu flew forward, and kicked down the fake impermanence who couldn't escape.

Xie Bian followed closely behind, and knocked down the red-tongued white-faced paper man with a whip.

It's not pleasing to the eye to see them both.

The two leaders fell down, and the dozens of followers Zhizha Tongzi who had been stunned all the way seemed to come to life suddenly, and moved belatedly, staring at Xie Bian and Fan Wujiu with rolling eyes.

The closest to Xie Bian was the little virgin who was robbed of "eating well".

The virgin rolled her eyes, looked up and down, saw the little lantern she had been snatched from, and slammed into him with grinning teeth.

Xie Bian pressed the whip against her forehead, pushing the little girl in green clothes away from him.

At this moment, the little boys had all moved, shaking their heads and muttering in their mouths. It was a mess, like a kindergarten meal scene.

Coaxing children is really a hassle.

Xie Bian stuffed the "Eat Well" lantern into Fan Wujiu's hands, Master Fan should have more experience in dealing with children.

Fan Wujiu was tossing and turning to deal with the little boys, Xie Bian had already waved his whip to the face of the white scarfed man.

The brightly colored ones have a child's face anyway, Xie Bian is still more able to deal with these ugly things.

The things made of paper are supposed to be not solid, but Xie Bian swung his whip four or five times, and a large piece of turf was taken away. These big men in white scarves didn't even lose a hair. Buried soil buried.

Since Fan Wujiu couldn't fight, he set it on fire. Xie Bian took advantage of Fan Wujiu's fight with the boy and didn't pay attention, and quietly summoned the magic fire with a formula. As soon as he curled his fingers halfway, he was interrupted by Fan Wujiu's voice.

Fan Wujiu swung the two lanterns with both hands with his back to him, and said without looking back, "It's in my pocket."

Xie Bian was wearing Fan Wujiu's clothes, he obediently dug into his pocket, and found a small, square and cold object.

Lao Fan carried a lighter with him, did he start smoking?

While thinking, Xie Bian picked up the white banner on the ground, lit it with a lighter, and waved it towards the big man in white scarf.

It was only after the paper pierced his upper body that he stopped burying the soil and carrying the coffin.

The person who buried the soil threw the shovel on the ground carelessly, but the person who carried the coffin put the small coffin in place steadily, and then the two groups frantically brushed off the sparks from their shoulders.

But there is no paper that is not afraid of fire. After such a short amount of flailing effort, the big white paper man closest to him has been burned to nothing but a skeleton. Whip after whip, drive them to the edge of the pile of children.

Fan Wujiu has been around for a long time, and the two lanterns in his hand are still firmly held. He walks in front, and the little boys behind him chase after them with bamboo poles and short legs, just like a teacher leading the children to play eagle catch chicken.

Xie Bian can be regarded as an eagle trying to catch chicks, but Fan Wujiu is not a mother chicken protecting the chicks.

The two of them ran one by one to greet them, causing the big men who were on fire to crash directly into the pile of boys.

Now the big and the small ones were attracted, and the black and white were burned into a sea of ​​flames.

Xie Bian took advantage of the chaos and approached the small coffin. The four corners of the small coffin were firmly nailed, and it seemed that it would take some effort to break it open.

When he was thinking about how to open the coffin, Fan Wujiu also came over.

"Why are you still holding it?" Xie Bian pointed at the two small lanterns in Fan Wujiu's hand in puzzlement.

Lao Fan raised the lantern and placed it in front of him: "Eat well, sleep well, the truth of life!"

Just now the lanterns were snatched for lighting, but now that the sky is bright, the lanterns are useless.

It's daylight...

Xie Bian looked up to the east, the sun was about to come out.

The morning glow is diffuse, and a red sun is peeking out from the clouds.

"not good!"

Xie Bian hurriedly brandished his whip to forcefully break the coffin, but just as he finished speaking, the morning light had passed through the red clouds and white clouds, and spilled onto the barren land.

And from the moment it was touched by the sunlight, the absurdity of the night in the entire evil realm also began to collapse.

The half-burned man in white scarf disintegrated into pieces from the top of his head, and dissipated in the sea of ​​flames as soon as the light shone.

The little paper-wrapped boy and the little white flowers in their hands shattered and disappeared, and the lanterns in Fan Wujiu's hand that said "eat well" and "sleep well" also disappeared.

Halfway through the waving of the police whip, the small coffin disappeared.

The town shrouded in shadow in the distance was once again covered with sunlight, as if a nightmare at night was dispelled by the rising red sun.

It's empty.

If Xie Bian and Fan Wujiu hadn't disturbed him, all three coffins should have been firmly buried in the ground at this moment, and the funeral procession disappeared so that no one would notice the clue.

Three coffins.

Xie Bian ran to the half-buried pit next to him, and the two large coffins half covered by the loess were still there.

The shovel used to bind the man was gone. Xie Bian squatted down, picked up a branch, and pushed the floating dirt off the coffin.

The four corners of the big coffin were firmly nailed by the descendants. When Xie Bian wanted to use brute force to break the coffin again, a voice suddenly came from inside the coffin.

thump... thump...

There was a rhythmic knocking sound, as if something inside was imitating Fan Wujiu knocking on the coffin board.

There are still moving things in there.

Xie Bian speculated and wanted to open the coffin even more.

"I come."

Fan Wujiu took off the brooch from Xie Bian's chest, held it into a tiger's sickle, and when he lowered the sickle, the board remained motionless.

But the nails at the four corners of the children and grandchildren were broken and fell off one by one.

thump... thump...

The things inside tried to knock on the coffin board again. When Xie Bian wanted to open the coffin to see what happened, Fan Wujiu pressed his hand.

The things here don't know the root, whether they are dead or alive, people or ghosts, so you should be more careful.

"If you can understand people's words, just cough twice."

Fan Wujiu stepped on the coffin board to suppress it, pulled Xie Bian behind him, and raised the tiger scythe in his hand to the position where he could kill him with one blow if he was in danger.

cough cough...

The thing inside really coughed twice obediently.

If you can understand human language, you can at least communicate and ask questions.

"Can you talk?" Fan Wujiu continued to ask.

There was another coughing sound, like a reaction to suffocation for a long time. In the coughing sound, intermittent words could be vaguely heard.

"help me……"

It's a man's voice, or someone who can speak human language. If it's a human, it's easy, but if it's a ghost, it's even easier.

Fan Wujiu withdrew his feet and let the things inside crawl out by themselves.

But after waiting for a long time, there was only a slight gap in the coffin board in the direction of the big head.

"……I am afraid……"

The coughing stopped, and Xie Bian heard a complete sentence after a long time.

"Speak clearly." Fan Wujiu held Xie Bian back and asked the child himself before he was going to let the child speak.

"...playing mahjong...sleeping...I don't know about it later..."

The wooden man who played mahjong with them during the day had no extra reactions other than touching and playing cards, but this one here can talk.

Asleep and put into a coffin, is this the lower house where the losers live?

At first, Xie Bian hated that there was only one bed in the room, but now he has nothing to say.

"Did the game of mahjong be pulled in?"

Fan Wujiu tentatively asked the exit.

"……Yes."

Then, just like them, they are poor fellows who hit and fell into evil by mistake.

"...Daytime...Sunshine...Wooden man..." That guy tried his best to speak broken sentences again, trying to tell people outside what he knew.

If exposed to the sun during the day, it will turn into a wooden person... This can explain those things that play mahjong in the "Renhe" room.

"Do you still remember where you came from?" Xie Bian asked.

The person in the coffin was silent for a long time, as if thinking about it.

"Linnan..."

The place where the mahjong parlor is located is called Linnan Community. Is this person a real town resident?

Xie Bian opened his mouth to ask other questions, but the people inside seemed to have lost their memory and didn't know anything.

"There's nothing outside. It's safe here for the time being. If you're scared, just hide in the coffin and don't come out."

Fan Wujiu knocked on the wooden board with the sickle and sent a message to the things inside.

"……it is good."

Xie Bian looked at the sky. As soon as the sky dawned, the daytime mahjong game would start again, and it was time to go back.

Fan Wujiu walked to another large coffin, and also cut off the descendant nails that sealed the coffin.

"You too, stay well and don't run around. If you are bored, leave a gap."

The fellow in this coffin also knocked on the board in response.

"Let's go."

Fan Wujiu greeted Xie Bian, and the two embarked on the return journey together.

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