I'm Trying My Best to Add Some Cultivators in the World of Ninth Uncle

Even if there were no funerary objects in it, the sale of this wood alone would allow his old Chen family to continue for several generations.

Old Chen is 40 years old this year, and he is still single. Father Chen looks anxious, the Chen family can't just be cut off like this!

After a while, old man Chen said slowly, "Xiao Daoist, do you want me to clean it?"

The coffin has been sunk at the bottom of the river for a long time, and it is covered with mud everywhere, so it is not clear at all.

Russell shook his head, his brows were slightly frowned, and he realized that he seemed to have never seen the lines on it.

Strange and strange, the Tao is not like the Tao, and the Buddha is not like the Buddha. Could it be that you have not seen the whole thing?

Thinking of this, Russell turned his head and slapped the past, and landed lightly on the coffin, just.With a slight shock, the soil on it fell off instantly, and the coffin was as smooth as ever.

"what!"

Father Chen was taken aback. He saw thick silt falling from the top, and an eye appeared on the coffin.

The eyes are lifelike, really like a living one, the pupils are turquoise, making one's hair burst and shuddering.

Father Chen was so frightened that he didn't dare to look at him, he hurriedly turned his head away.

He had never seen this weird pattern before.

The same is true for Russell, but he always has a vague sense of familiarity, as if he has seen or heard of it somewhere.

I can't remember it for a while, but that's not the point.

He slapped down again, and the coffin opened with a creak. Father Chen couldn't help swallowing his saliva behind him, and tremblingly touched the iron rod beside him, he was really afraid that something big would pop out of it.

Nothing happened.

As soon as Russell poked his head, he saw a corpse lying quietly inside, with his hands folded on his chest, his complexion was yellow and his skin was wrinkled, but his facial features could still be seen clearly.

He couldn't help being disappointed, this thing really looked like a mummy, but not like a zombie.

If it's not a zombie, it doesn't have energy points, and it's like a waste to him.

Russell looked at the pattern of eyeballs on the coffin lid, and felt that there must be something strange about this matter, so he planned to take it to the boat and let the four eyes take a look.

He is an old expert at playing with corpses.

Just as he was about to close the lid, Russell thought of something again, took out a piece of talisman paper from his pocket, and stuck it directly on the face of the dead body.

Seemingly still a little worried, Russell backhanded the Seven Star Sword into the chest of the dead body, maybe it was a real dead body, but the other party didn't respond at all.

The moment Russell closed the coffin lid, the corner of the corpse's mouth twitched, its eyes opened suddenly, its complexion became extremely ugly, and it looked at the coffin lid resentfully.

Well, can you send me back, I don't want to go out.

Fortunately, my young master, I was cautious, otherwise I would have been slapped to death.

Damn, how many years have I been sleeping, my lord?

Are all the brats out there so awesome now?

Looking at the spell on his forehead and the Seven Star Sword stuck in his chest, he was numb. Why are you so cautious, big brother?

No, no, master, I have to pretend to be dead again, the outside world is too scary!

He closed his eyes, and died skillfully...

Chapter 213 The Queen of the Western Regions

Luo Su originally planned to go back with the coffin on his shoulders, but he didn't expect Old Man Chen to grab his sleeves to prevent him from leaving.

He had to stay and have a drink or two.

Take a look, is this a human language?

I'm a child, if it wasn't for the sake of seeing the delicious food on the table, Russell would have to piss on this corner.

Haha, in fact, Russell did it on purpose. He had long heard the private whispers between Old Chen and Old Chen.

The so-called departure is nothing more than worldly wisdom.

Faced with someone's invitation, you refuse but still participate, this is called human etiquette.

But you refused and did not participate in the end. This is called a human accident.

Russell is a foodie, especially since he got on the boat and drifted on the vast Yangtze River.

Although I would go to the shore to buy from time to time, and occasionally I would hunt some birds and roast some game in the river, but as time went by, I felt sick after eating.

At this time, the importance of rural side dishes appeared. People in the countryside eat all kinds of edible and inedible foods.

Although the taste is not very good, it is still very novel.

Luo Su ate happily, Old Chen was a little drunk from drinking the wine alone, only Old Chen was muttering in his heart, obviously something was on his mind.

He was thinking about the female corpse in the floating corpse pool at the corner of the yard. It wasn't that he had any special hobbies, but he went to find that family today, but the door was closed.

The family no longer knows where they are.

It's okay if you leave the house, it doesn't matter if it takes a day or two, but if it takes a long time, it will be a big trouble.

If no one claims it, the female body will be cremated, the ashes will be returned to the Yangtze River, and the chicken will be killed for joy. It will take another seven or eight days.

After eating and drinking well, the sky outside was gradually getting dark. Father Chen asked Russell to rest in the house for a night. Russell looked at the coffin in the yard and agreed directly.

The feeling of sleeping on the boat is not very good, it is really swaying, if you don't have the kung fu of waist and horse, hehe, that feeling.

Under the moonlight, the entire small courtyard looked extraordinarily quiet, and the moonlight quietly shone on the black coffin.

Something strange seems to be changing.

I don't know how long it took.

"Dong dong dong..."

The old man lying on the bed woke up suddenly. He raised his head, and there seemed to be something knocking on the door.

Drumming, it seemed extraordinarily dull in the silent night.

"Who is it?"

He yelled in a daze, but there was no answer outside the door, and the knocking on the door continued.

Old Chen's heart skipped a beat, and he quietly sat up. At his feet, Old Chen was sleeping soundly, still snoring.

He was happy this afternoon, drank two taels of wine, and slept comfortably.

Dad is here, the Taoist leader won't knock on the door, who is outside the door?

Old Chen was frightened in his heart, and as soon as he reached the shadow, he quietly got closer and closer to the window under the moonlight, watching a face pressed against the window faintly.

It seemed to be watching him quietly there.

Although he couldn't see clearly, Old Chen could still see the moonlight and his long black hair fluttering in the wind.

He was frightened into a cold sweat instantly, and this time he directly hammered it. The outsider was not the leader of the trail at all, one did not have such long hair, and the second was that the leader of the trail was very short.

Who is that outside?Who is the person sticking to the window and staring at him?

Old Chen's heart trembled, but he didn't dare to let out a breath. He pretended to be asleep there, but the extreme fear made him breathe more and more quickly.

"Bah!"

A loud shout made old Chen tremble in fright, it turned out to be Old Chen who was sleeping on the other side of the bed.

He turned over abruptly, drank directly towards the window, and uttered a strange syllable.

Immediately afterwards, he flicked his right arm violently, and a golden light appeared in his hand. The golden light shot out quickly and hit the window precisely.

There was a strange scream, and Old Chen could see clearly that it was a pale and swollen face, and his dark eyes were fixed on him.

Seeing him trembling all over, he almost covered his head with a quilt, it seemed that only in this way, the ghost couldn't get in.

"Hurry up and get out, you're afraid of an ass!"

Father Chen yelled, turned over and got out of bed, picked up the kitchen knife on the bedside, and rushed out of the room with the lamp in his left hand.

The old man rushed away, how could he, a son, not care about things, if something happened to him, he would be fine.

Old Chen was in a hurry, jumped up suddenly, turned over from the bed, looked around, picked up a bench with his teeth, and went out the door.

At this time, it was late at night, and the autumn night was very cold. Old Chen was shivering in the cold with his single clothes on.

To put it bluntly, the old house now is like a tomb, gloomy and freezing.

The two rushed out of the door one after the other, but the door was empty, there was nothing, let alone the ghost they saw just now, the pale face seemed to be an illusion.

Under the moonlight, the courtyard looked empty, desolate and panicky, and the silence was terrifying.

Father Chen held the kitchen knife tightly in his hand, and came to the window with a kerosene lamp, and there was a copper coin inlaid on the window.

The golden copper coin seemed to remind the two of them all the time that what happened just now was not a hallucination, nor was it a nightmare.

"What a baby!"

There was a strange look in Old Chen's eyes, and he held the copper coin tightly in his right hand. This little thing gave him a great sense of security.

Old Chen looked around vigilantly, and even looked up uneasy, for fear that something would pop out from somewhere.

He cautiously moved to Father Chen's side, and asked tremblingly, "Father, what should we do?"

Unexpectedly, old man Chen gave him a hard look, and looked at him with hatred, "Why do I have such a timid son as you?"

Isn't it just a ghost? There are so many in the Yangtze River, and he has never been persuaded. With this courage, what kind of corpse hunter is he?

Under the moonlight, the kitchen knife in Father Chen's hand was emitting a cold light. This kitchen knife had a vicious aura on it, which could guard against people as well as ghosts.

If you live in the country, especially if you live alone, it is best to put something by the bedside.

He frowned, as if he suddenly remembered something, and turned to look at Old Chen, "Guilty son, haven't you sent away the female corpse you picked up during the day?"

"No, no..."

Old Chen also gradually came to his senses, and the two looked at the pool in the corner of the yard in unison. The green ripples were as calm as a mirror, and no shadows could be seen.

They couldn't help but get chills down their backs, because the female corpse was gone!

Fraud!

A terrible idea was born in their minds, and the two opened their mouths, subconsciously wanting to speak, to vent their fear.

But to their horror, they opened their mouths, but they couldn't utter a word, as if they were blocked by something.