Jia Mo

Strange, strange, could Wu Yuli's daughter-in-law still make it up?Why make yourself a daughter-in-law so well, are you afraid that others will covet his beauty?Qi Yin thought of the scrolls in Wu Yuli's bookcase, the blurred white figures, and the mourning in front of the nave, and a terrible guess slowly rose in his heart.

Could it be that the dead wife Wu Yuli mentioned was the White Deer?

This makes sense, no wonder Wu Yuli Fei put so much effort into resurrecting Bailu, most likely to resurrect his sweetheart.Qi Yin sighed secretly, what is Wu Yuli's hobby, seeing a deer?How do people and deer have sex?

After thinking about it, he thought about the Meng family again.Using iron coffins to seal people, did Meng Huaishan and his son have encountered something, turned them into demons like the ghosts of Wufang Mountain?Qi Yin wanted to ask Fu Lan's opinion, but turned her head, only to see that his brother just drank a glass of wine.Qi Yin picked up the wine jug, which was so light and weightless that it was already empty.Qi Yin was stunned, "Brother, did you drink it all?"

Fulan was stunned, and said: "Xiaoyin is sweet, it's delicious."

"Then you can't drink all of it, you'll get drunk!"

Fu Lan closed her eyes and was quiet, as if she was feeling her own physical condition, and then said: "I'm not drunk."

Looking at him under the light of day, his face is like fine porcelain, his eyes are like autumn water, he is really not drunk.Qi Yin observed him for a while, and said, "Not bad, brother, you can drink quite well." Mozui got up, "Then let's go to the Meng family's ancestral grave."

To find out why Meng Huaishan and his son died, it is necessary to exhume the grave and do an autopsy.Digging people's ancestral graves is really wicked, but after practicing in Fenghuanshan for so many days, the morality has long been thrown to Java.Qi Yin didn't care, and gave the round-faced beggar a few pennies, asking him to lead the way.It has been 18 years since the incident of the Meng family, and the ancestral grave has long been quiet.The beggar was greedy for money, so he agreed immediately.Qi Yin carried the black cat back from the group of girls, and took Fulan out the door.It was already dark outside, and the moon was a water-white mass, hanging high in the sky.Because they had to dig a grave, they bought shovels.Qi Yin and Fu Lan each carried a sword, and Yujian left the city.

The Meng family’s ancestral grave is on Niujiao Mountain, ten miles away from the city. Under the night, there are dense phoenix tails, shadows of old trees with crooked necks, low bushes rattling in the wind, and the moonlight quietly casts on the leaves. On the table, it seems to be covered with a layer of gauze.The cemetery hadn't been taken care of for a long time, and it was covered with weeds, desolate and desolate.It had just rained, and as soon as it landed, my feet sank in the wet mud.

"Master Immortal, you have to put your cat far away." The beggar said, "The old people say that if an old corpse meets a cat, it must be a fraud. What's more, you are a black cat, which is unlucky."

"You don't know about that," Qi Yin shook his head, "My cat master is the first god cat in the world. No matter what kind of monsters and ghosts, if you meet it, you will definitely fuck up and kowtow for mercy. Ordinary people just need to hug it. Get the best of both worlds. Come on, you’re lucky today, I’ll give you a hug.”

The black cat meowed twice to express its agreement, but the beggar was skeptical, and hugged the cat master, his hands sank, and he almost missed it.

"It's quite weighty." Beggar Nahan said.

Meng Huaishan's grave was dug first. After digging for a long time, he touched the coffin board. When he knocked on it with a shovel, it made a loud clang. It was really solid.Prying out the coffin nails, the coffin cover was loosened, and foul-smelling black water gushed out from the gap, as if there was a spring in the coffin.The beggar was startled, and hurriedly shouted: "Come up quickly, this is the water in the coffin, it must be poisonous!"

"Don't make a fuss," Qi Yin said, "it's either the water released from the corpse, or the water in the soil seeped into the coffin. Looking at the large amount, it's probably water in the soil." It was rainy in the south of the Yangtze River for three days It rained for a while at both ends, not to mention it had just rained, so it was no wonder there was no water in the coffin.

Qi Yin made a trick, and removed the extremely heavy coffin lid, and a stench of dead rats rushed up, Qi Yin almost spat out the overnight meal.Covering his mouth and nose, he poked his head and saw that the inside was gloomy, full of pitch-black smelly water, greasy to the touch, and unspeakably disgusting.The bones are soaked here, probably rotted long ago, and nothing can be seen.But no matter what, you still have to take a look when you come.Qi Yin resisted the stench and picked out the bones.Fu Lan took off her clothes and spread them on the edge of the pit, Qi Yin put the bones on it.

The bones were completely rotten, and some of them were reduced to slag.After soaking for so long, even if it is a demon, the breath will dissipate.Qi Yin asked Fu Lan: "Brother, can you tell whether he is a demon or a human?"

"People." Fu Lan said.

"How did you get it?"

Fu Lan pointed to the bones, "Two hundred and six pieces, the amount of human bones."

Under the pale moonlight, Fulan's expression was a little strange.Her cheeks were slightly red, as if she had applied a thin layer of rouge, and there was a hint of peach blossom on her cheeks.Qi Yin was a little worried, "Brother, is there something wrong with you?"

"Is it poisoned? I heard from the old man that there is a kind of corpse gas in the grave that ordinary people can't see. Some are black and some are red. As long as you inhale it, you will get sores all over your body immediately, and your seven orifices will bleed to death." The beggar tremblingly said .

"Then how dare you follow?" Qi Yin asked.

"Isn't there an immortal master here?" Qi'er chuckled.

Qi Yin was speechless, and turned to look at his brother.Fu Lan frowned, said: "Dizzy."

Is it possible that there is really a corpse?Even his brother got it?That's not right, Qi Yin looked down at himself, he was the one who was the first to get the point, but he was fine.His hands were dirty and he couldn't touch his brother, so Qi Yin leaned over and touched Fu Lan's forehead.His forehead was hot, as if he could bake a cake on it, Qi Yin shouted: "Brother, you have a fever!"

Fu Lan tilted her neck, looking confused, suddenly took Qi Yin's hand and pressed it on her chest.His chest was muscular and hard, and his heart was beating inside, burning like a fire in his palm.Qi Yin blushed, shrank her hands, and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Xiao Yin, my heart is beating so fast," Fu Lan asked, "Have I fallen in love with you? Does loving someone make people feel dizzy?"

Qi Yin understood what was going on with this guy, and said depressedly: "Brother, you are drunk. Burning knives has a lot of power, you are drunk!"

The beggar looked at the two of them, clicked his tongue and said, "Master Immortal, what is the relationship between you two?"

"We are half brothers." Qi Yin replied.

Beggar: "..."

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of patting the coffin in the pit, and everyone was shocked.The beggar stood up, jumped behind Qi Yin, grabbed his lapel and shouted, "The coffin has been shot! Listen, the coffin has been shot!"

Take a fart, the bones are right next to them, who else can take a picture of the coffin?Qi Yin stood up, and saw the black cat squatting on the edge of the coffin, with big green eyes like will-o'-the-wisps, meowing softly.

"My God, your cat is too scary!" Beggar rubbed his heart.

Master Cat must have discovered something, but there are outsiders nearby, so it is difficult to speak.Qi Yin and Fu Lan walked over, the black cat leaped up and walked around on the coffin slab lying on the ground.Qi Yin made a formula, turned over the coffin cover and laid it flat on the ground.Under the moonlight, the dark tin plate looked like it was coated with a layer of mercury. Everyone stared at it and was immediately taken aback.This iron coffin is made of iron-clad wood, the back of the iron coffin cover, and the wooden surface are densely covered with dark red palm prints and deep and shallow scratches.

Qi Yin took a breath, and immediately understood everything.

Meng Huaishan was not dead when he was buried in the coffin, he was buried alive.

Wu Yuli did not know what method he used to make Meng Huaishan fake his death.When Meng Huaishan woke up, he found that he was already in the coffin.He patted the coffin for help, but passers-by thought he was a fraud, and no one dared to approach him.He screamed, perhaps because the iron coffin was blocked by the soil layer, or maybe because he shouted for too long, his voice was hoarse and he couldn't hear it clearly. In addition, Meng Huaishan's preconceived impression of fraudulent corpse was preconceived, so people thought it was not a human voice.

People were afraid of evil spirits and did not dare to approach him, which completely cut off his hope of surviving, and he suffocated to death like this.

Qi Yin felt chills in his heart, he found that Wu Yuli likes to play with people, Ye Kucan is like this, and so is Meng Huaishan.When they were complacent and thought that they had got a big deal, they didn't expect that their death was already imminent, and their death was horrific.

Continuing to dig Meng Huaishan's son's coffin, Fulan became dizzy and couldn't walk steadily.Qi Yin let him rest, took off his outer clothes, and put them on him.The beggar picked up the shovel and dug with him.The last layer of soil was shoveled off, revealing a black tin coffin.I was so tired that I was sweating profusely, and my palms ached.Qi Yin took a breath and wanted to relieve her.Just turning around, a sneer sounded from behind.

The laughter was very insidious, like a person gritted his teeth and laughed sinisterly through the gaps between his teeth.

Qi Yin's heart skipped a beat, he turned around abruptly, stared at the beggar, and said, "What are you laughing at?"

"What are you laughing at? I'm not laughing!" Beggar held the shovel and stared at him blankly.Seeing Qi Yin's vigilant look, the beggar suddenly came back to his senses, and crawled out of the pit with hands and feet, shouting as he crawled: "I knew this place was evil! The old people said that ghosts like to make people suspicious. , everyone doubts and doubts, and eventually they will go crazy and kill each other. Immortal Master, you have the right way! Before we are all crazy, let's go quickly."

"Wait a minute, let me hear you laugh." Qi Yin said.

The beggar ran to Fulan with a mournful face, "Master Immortal, your junior brother is crazy!"

"I'm not crazy," Qi Yin called to stop him, "Hurry up and let me hear you laugh."

Beggar hesitated, and smiled, "Hey?"

"It's not like that, it's more insidious."

"Ho Ho?"

This guy is young and his voice is very bright, unlike that weird sneer.Qi Yin's heart is trembling, is there anyone else hiding here?Qi Yin stood in the pit and looked around, the pit is only so big, where else can people hide?It's impossible for him to be possessed by evil himself, so he's just laughing there, right?

"Is it your illusion?" Beggar shook his head like a sieve.

"Impossible." Qi Yin was very sure, he definitely heard a sneer.

A shadow was cast over his head, and Fu Lan came.

Qi Yin looked up at him, "Brother, did you hear the laughter too?"

Fu Lan's hearing is very good, even the heartbeats of other people can be heard clearly in the same room.He nodded and pointed to the coffin, "It's over there."

"Ah?" Qi Yin was stunned.

When the beggar heard this, he almost fainted in fright, and quickly hid behind Fulan.

"Someone is talking inside." Fu Lan said.

A cold air shot up from the soles of Qi Yin's feet to his forehead, your uncle, is it possible that Meng Huaishan's son is still alive?After being locked up for so many years, without eating or drinking, I have become a demon!

"A lot of people." Fu Lan said again.

His brother gasped for breath when he spoke, Qi Yin stood in the pit with hair on his back, and asked, "How is it possible? This coffin is only so big, it's too crowded for one person."

Turning my head to look at the square iron coffin, it is seven feet three long, how can it accommodate "many people"?

"Maybe it's a ghost." Beggar stammered.

What is the ghost doing in there?Play Pai Gow?Qi Yin couldn't help thinking.

Fu Lan released the small fish, the light blue fish was like a firefly, under the surprised eyes of the beggar, it wobbled through the iron sheet and flew into the coffin.Xiaoyu entered the coffin, and the coffin suddenly became agitated, and even Qi Yin could vaguely hear the voices inside.After a while, the little fish swam back and perched on Fulan Baijie's fingertips.Fu Lan shook her head, said: "It's very dark, I can't see clearly."

Qi Yin took out the Guimei sword, carried it behind his back, held his breath, and bravely touched the side of the coffin, listening carefully.There were rustlings inside, as if many people were whispering in his ears.After listening to it for a long time, I didn't understand what the things in it were saying. They seemed to be speaking another language, with a sticky and sticky tone, which was very different from Chinese.

Qi Yin beckoned for the black cat to come and listen.Master Mao is knowledgeable, maybe he can understand.The black cat also listened to it for a while, and said, "It's not human words."

The beggar turned pale with shock, "The cat has spoken! The cat has spoken!"

"Nonsense, let's not talk about my cat master is a god cat?" Qi Yin turned to ask the black cat again, "Isn't it a human language? A monster's language?"

"No," said the black cat, "what the old man means is that this is not a word at all. No matter where it is spoken, the tone of the words has a regular pattern. Only when they are linked together can others understand the meaning. There are tens of thousands of words, but no matter whether a mortal or a demon, the sounds that can be produced are very limited, so a meaningful sentence must have repetitions or similar sounds. There is no sound at all, just talking nonsense, which is the same as a child who yells and yells."

"You mean, it didn't say anything, it was barking?"

The black cat nodded, turned its face and asked Fu Lan: "Stupid, can you still fight?"

Fulan said yes.

The black cat said: "That's fine, Xiao Yin, come out and let your brother open the coffin. Don't care what's inside, let it out and have a look, if you don't obey, beat him."