Burning fire

"Evil ghosts catch souls?" Zhou Qizun looked back at Zhang Jueming, who slightly shook his head.

——If there is such a powerful evil spirit, Yueyue harms people, it is impossible for Yan Luodian to let him go free, unless the plaque of Yan Luodian is smashed and thrown into the karmic fire of hell.

"That's not true." When mentioning the evil ghost, Cun Tou was obviously a little scared, and his voice became quieter.

This buddy has a rough voice and a thick tone. It's ridiculous to speak so carefully all of a sudden.

On the other hand, the bald man was more promising than him, and the bald man raised his hand and slapped Mao Cun's shoulder: "Fourth, look at how cowardly you are."

Zhou Qizun still had an innocent face. He grabbed the sign and held on to his sixth son: "Brother Six, what's going on? Can you explain it more clearly?"

"Hey, fine. He's timid, let me tell you." The bald six puffed out a smoke ring, "It stands to reason that people in our line of work shouldn't be afraid of those things, but this fact is too mysterious."

The sixth child: "All those who died during the seven days were accidental."

"A car accident, I fell down the stairs, fell into the river and drowned..." the bald man was a little startled as he spoke, he pouted the cigarette butt and crushed it with his foot, "Anyway, no one dies, and the death looks uglier than the other .”

Cuntou fourth: "On the seventh day of this month, that is, ten days ago, we just sent away a mother and child. The boy was only six years old, and he had a big hole in the back of his head..."

"What's going on?" Zhou Qizun was shocked, he couldn't control his expression, and even exaggerated his expression, making himself look both shocked and frightened.

"Little boy is guilty of a bear. He went to play in the reservoir early in the morning. He didn't come home all day. The family found the child from morning to night. When it was dark, they found the child..." The bald six tutted, "I was rolled down the mountain He hit his head with a stone, and his brains were all over the ground. His mother couldn't stand it on the spot, so she just hit her head to death."

Zhou Qizun was speechless.He knew in his heart that this matter must have something to do with Five Fingers Claw and Xunmujian.How many innocent people will be involved?How many more lives would be enough?

Thinking of the thousands of wronged souls under the stage of Wuming, and Lei Dongyang who has turned into ashes...

Zhou Qizun remained silent, took out two more cigarettes to refill the bald and short, and smoked one himself.

"This old lady fell out of bed this morning and didn't get up again. One eye was smashed against the corner of the table." The bald six pointed to the coffin not far away with a finger between his cigarettes.

"Her children are not at home, and the unlucky relatives of the seven aunts and eight aunts all think it is bad luck, so they want us to be carried away by the old lady immediately, and they have paid a big price." The sixth child twisted his face, "Our journey has been quite smooth, But I don’t know what’s wrong, facing this street, the coffin was not lifted properly, and it couldn’t get up when it hit the ground.”

"Can't lift it anymore?" This was quite strange, Zhou Qizun glanced twice, and saw that there were eight people carrying the coffin, all of them were strong and strong men.

Besides, it was strange enough to carry it out of the house, but it suddenly couldn't be lifted on the street.

"Isn't that right? I thought the old lady couldn't let go of her 12-year-old granddaughter. No, she called the child and knelt in front of her and kowtowed for half an hour, but she still couldn't lift it up."

Cuntou fourth said so, Zhou Qizun looked out and saw a twitching little girl, she was still kneeling at the front, with a white cloth covering her head to cover her face, seeing her sobbing, she must be crying hard It's light, but it's not light.

"Don't talk to you brother, you are different from the big brother who earns dead money, for the sake of safety, take your brother home quickly." The bald Liu Liu waved his hand at Zhou Qizun, "We still have to think about it for the old lady. Take it away."

"Hey, brothers, rise up again!" The bald-headed sixth son raised his voice and walked towards the middle of the line with the inch-headed fourth son, "Then, Daqiang, if you can't do it, you can change to Xiao Shuanzi! You haven't eaten in the morning, you..."

Someone in the team responded, and it could be seen that everyone was tired long ago, and many people were also afraid, but wearing linen clothes and earning funeral money, they had to bite the bullet even if they were afraid.

Several big men lined up quickly, shouted slogans, and used their shoulders to pick up the wooden beams. Unfortunately, after shaking twice, the coffin was still not lifted up. The ground is just a butt, and I fell so hard that I grinned.

"Cassia." Zhou Qizun took a step back and stood close to Zhang Jueming. He took a puff of cigarettes, maybe this pack of cigarettes was bought as a counterfeit, it didn't feel as good as usual, and his mouth was bitter and astringent.

"Do you think there is something wrong with that coffin?" Zhou Qizun turned his face to look, and Zhang Jueming's eye circles were a little red, and his eyes were still a little wet, like some kind of poor little wronged animal.

Look at Zhang Jueming's serious expression...

Zhou Qizun paused, threw the cigarette on the ground and stomped it out, and whispered, "Sorry, the smoke choked you again."

Zhang Jueming was taken aback for a moment: "It's okay."

He lowered his head and glanced at the cigarette that was stamped out by Zhou Qizun, there was still half a draw left.

Zhang Jueming secretly pursed his lips, and pulled Zhou Qizun aside, he frowned and asked Zhou Qizun: "Your ghost eyes...can you see it?"

"What?" Zhou Qizun didn't understand.

Zhang Jueming: "That's a vermilion lacquer coffin. The vermilion lacquer coffin can be used to suppress some evil things. The red hall seals murderous corpses, and ghosts should not come close."

Zhang Jueming raised his head and looked at the sun: "Furthermore, ghosts are afraid of yang energy and sunlight, so they are easily wiped out in the daytime. When the evil spirits are exterminated up and down, the yin energy of that one has already faded. If you take a closer look, there is a ghost in the coffin. top right."

Zhang Jueming was worried that Zhou Qizun could see it, but also worried that he would not see it. In the final analysis, Zhou Qizun shouldn't have ghost eyes.

Hearing what Zhang Jueming said, Zhou Qizun quickly twisted his neck, and stared at the coffin carefully, not to mention, he really saw a floating phantom in the upper right corner of the coffin.

It's very faint, it's almost impossible to see it from an angle, and it's not clear, it's just a small lump of rickets, and a sticky mass can be vaguely seen - it should be black and white mottled hair stuck on a bloody head.

"That's..." Zhou Qizun stared, "Is it because she was sitting on the coffin that she couldn't get out of the coffin?"

Lin Juan walked over at this time, and took out a talisman from his pocket: "My lord, that old ghost, do you need..."

"No." Zhang Jueming glanced at the paper talisman in Lin Juan's hand, "Put away your talisman, she is already very weak, even if you don't kill her, she won't be able to last long under the sun on the red coffin, Just drive her away."

After Zhang Jueming finished speaking, a small spark popped out of his fingertips, and the spark ran in the direction of the old ghost.

Zhou Qizun looked without blinking, and saw that the sparks swished on the corner of the coffin, but they missed the old ghost, but she was frightened, and immediately jumped up from the coffin.

"Hey, it's up, it's up, it's up! It's finally up! Damn, this evil is over!"

Just in time for the coffin to be raised again, seeing the coffin lifted off the ground, the bald old sixth yelled with all his strength: "Brothers, work harder, one, two, three! Go forward!"

When the coffin was lifted, everyone was holding their breath. Now that the coffin was lifted up, the breath was let out from the chest cavity in one breath, and the mouth became loose.And the little granddaughter who was kneeling and twitching in front was also pulled up and mixed into the team to move forward.

The ghost of the old lady was still floating in the air, and she didn't turn around until the team had gone away.It doesn't make any difference whether it turns or not, it's just a bloody phantom, blurred and hard to see.

A group of ghosts moved in mid-air, shrinking even smaller.

"What is she doing? Why isn't she leaving?" Lin Juan frowned and asked in an impatient tone.

"You can't see? She seems... I can't see clearly either, she seems to be bowing? Or did she kowtow to Jueming?" Zhou Qizun looked at Zhang Jueming.

Zhang Jueming's heart was restless, he stared closely at Zhou Qizun's eyes, the more he stared at his heart, the more hesitant.

Zhou Qizun: "...what's wrong?"

"My lord is worried about your ghost eyes. I have been cultivating my yin since I was a child, and I can vaguely perceive ghosts, and I need to be assisted by spells." Lin Juan said, "The one opposite is too empty, I can't see it at all, I can only feel it faintly. Shame."

"..." Zhou Qizun touched his eyelids, but said nothing.

It would be a lie to say that there is no panic at all.But with Zhang Jueming by his side, he seemed to have taken a reassurance. ——Soldiers come to block, water comes to cover, they are together anyway.

After a few words, the ghost on the opposite side became fainter and fainter. Zhou Qizun blinked, and the old lady disappeared under the sun!