my God

As soon as Song Yan walked out of the door, he heard something fall to the ground in the mourning hall, and Wang Kuan even exclaimed "Oh my god".

Song Yan immediately turned around and looked into the house, only to see an apple appearing on the ground in front of the altar. It turned out that the offering fruit was not placed properly and rolled down.

The offerings to the dead are all in odd numbers. Generally, five apples are placed, three are placed below, one is placed in the middle, and one is placed above.

When the apple fell down suddenly, not only did Wang Kuan scream in fright, but even Wu Changsheng became nervous.Seeing that one of them was pale and the other had several talismans in his hand, Song Yan comforted him and said, "It's okay, the fruit offerings are just not arranged properly." As he spoke, he bent down to pick up the apples and rearranged them.

Seeing that it was a false alarm, Wang Kuan and Wu Changsheng returned to their seats and sat down again, while Song Yan went out to use the toilet.

Song Yan came out of the stinking toilet after convenience. After holding back for a long time, he stopped and took a deep breath after walking a certain distance.

When he looked up, he found that there seemed to be a dark shadow on a tree in the vegetable garden in the distance.The moon was covered by clouds, and although the lights were on in the mourning hall, they could only illuminate the courtyard, and the vegetable garden a little further away was still pitch black.

Song Yan stared at the black shadow for a long time, until the black shadow suddenly stretched its wings, he suddenly saw that it was a bird.

Could it be a crow?

Could it be the crow in the temple?

"Mountain God?" Song Yan tentatively called out in a low voice when he thought of this, but the black shadow remained motionless and did not respond.

Song Yan was thinking about whether to lure and test it with delicious food, when he heard a sudden shout from the mourning hall——

"Little Martial Uncle! Little Martial Uncle, come quickly!"

Wu Changsheng's cry was startled and urgent, Song Yan felt bad and hurried towards the mourning hall.

"What's wrong?" Song Yan asked as he rushed to the door.

"Come and take a look!" Wu Changsheng pointed at the dead man with a tense expression on his face.

Song Yan walked closer, looked down at the corpse, and saw that the corpse had obviously changed compared to before——

Originally, the skin of the deceased was blue-gray, but now it suddenly turned light red, and it began to swell. The face of the deceased was already a circle bigger than before!

Song Yan couldn't help but frowned.

"Could it be that the weather is too hot and the corpse is rotting faster, so there is gas in the body?" Wu Changsheng asked in a low voice.

Wang Kuan on the side was so frightened that he didn't dare to breathe, his body was tense, and he probably ran away as soon as the old man moved.

It stands to reason that on such a hot day, the dead should be taken directly to the funeral parlor, but the cost of burying the body there for three days is too high, so the Wang brothers decided to follow the old method and hold the funeral at home.They used empty mineral water bottles and filled them with water to freeze them into ice, and then placed them around the corpses. When all the ice cubes had melted, they replaced them with another batch of frozen ones.

Song Yan glanced at the bottle around the corpse, the ice inside had not completely melted, so he shook his head and said, "The rate of decay is not that fast, there shouldn't be so much gas, this kind of corpse swelling is not normal..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the faces of the other two in the room became even more difficult to look at.

Song Yan didn't care to comfort the two of them, so he quickly ordered: "Changsheng, we both watch the corpse, in case he makes trouble with it; Wang Shanshi, please keep burning paper from now on, and pay attention to the eternal lamp under the bed, don't let it go out !"

The three returned to their positions, and although terrible things might not happen, they still had to be prepared.

Time passed bit by bit, long-term tension can easily make people tired, but no one felt sleepy, not only because the smoke from the burning paper was pungent, but also because the corpse continued to swell.

The corpse slowly swells from the face down.When Song Yan came back after using the toilet, the corpse only had a swollen face, then the neck, chest and abdomen, and now the fingers, and then the legs.

Song Yan had a faint feeling that the corpse might move when the toes were all swollen.

Wu Changsheng glanced at Song Yan, and when Song Yan looked back, he glanced at the dead man's feet, and then at Song Yan, asking with his eyes.

Song Yan nodded slightly, telling him that he guessed right.

Wu Changsheng immediately grimaced, his brows were so wrinkled that they could kill a fly.

Watching the body change little by little, Song Yan was also very nervous, after all, this was the first time he encountered such a situation.Although I have learned some in books, they are all on paper, and I have never practiced it. Besides, there are ordinary people present, and a mistake can lead to death. He must be extremely careful.

There was a sudden wind outside the door. Although the wind was not strong, there was a faint whimpering sound.The wind broke through the door and blew into the mud basin in front of Wang Kuan, blowing up the paper ashes that were almost burnt inside.

"Keep burning the paper, don't stop!" Song Yan hurriedly urged.

Wang Kuan nodded, and hurriedly threw the burnt paper into the basin one knife after another.

Wu Changsheng saw it, and quickly said: "If you put too much at once, the fire will be extinguished! Burn it well!"

"Oh, good!" Wang Kuan hurriedly used the small fire stick beside him to pick out the thick pile of paper in the basin.

While he was busy, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the permanent lamp under the bed dimming out of the corner of his eye, and immediately shouted: "Light! Light!"

Song Yan didn't move, but the ever-burning lamp was on Wu Changsheng's side, so Wu Changsheng immediately bent down and looked under the bed.

The eternal lamp is a copper lamp filled with cottonseed oil and a wick made of cotton thread.Cottonseed oil was originally a flammable oil, but at this time the fire was dim, only the size of a bean grain, and it seemed that it would go out at any time.

"Little Martial Uncle, what should we do? The lights are about to go out!" Wu Changsheng said anxiously.

Song Yan fixed his eyes on the corpse in front of him, and said to Wu Changsheng: "I have a Dao talisman here, you take it and stick it on the lamp!" As he spoke, he took out a talisman from his bosom, and handed it to the opposite side. The eyes never left the body of the deceased.

Wu Changsheng reached out to take the talisman and bent down again.When he stuck the talisman on the lamp, he suddenly found that the lamp was very cold, and he couldn't help being surprised: "Why is the lamp so cold!"

When Song Yan heard it, he thought it was true!Since the wind blowing into the house just now, the air a foot above the ground has cooled several degrees.Several people didn't notice it quickly because there had been plastic bottles containing ice cubes around the deceased. Song Yan knew the situation was serious when he found that the lamp was burning slowly.

"If something happens later, don't panic, don't run around and shout, follow my instructions, understand?" Song Yan spoke quickly, because he found that the dead man's feet had already swelled up the shoes.

The three people in the room couldn't help but breathe lightly, and the atmosphere became extremely tense.

The passage of time seemed to slow down suddenly.The dead man's feet had been swollen for quite a while, but the body still didn't move.

Although the danger is terrible, the process of waiting for the danger is the most tormenting.

Song Yan was ready to draw out his sword at any time; Wu Changsheng was also staring at the corpse, his raised right hand could smash the amulet at the face of the dead at any time; Wang Kuan kept burning papers, and kept saying, "Dad , you rest in peace, my son will burn more paper money for you, you can go on your way..."

With a snap, the room was plunged into darkness, and the electricity was suddenly cut off!

"Ah—" Wang Kuan couldn't help but screamed.

"Don't move!" Song Yan shouted hastily, but it was too late, Wang Kuan had already turned and ran out the door.

Although there was no light after the power outage, the burning paper in the mud basin and the long burning lamp under the bed still gave off a faint fire light, and the people in the house soon regained their sight.

I saw Wang Kuan rushing towards the door, and with a thud, he fell to the ground directly, tripping over the threshold!

Wang Kuan lay on the ground for a long time without moving or making a sound, not knowing what was going on.

"Wang Kuan?" Wu Changsheng called tentatively, but no one responded.He was a little flustered, and hurriedly looked at Song Yan opposite, asking for help, "Master?"

"It's okay, he should have been frightened and tripped and passed out."

After comforting Wu Changsheng, Song Yan immediately looked away to look at the corpse in front of him, only to see that the corpse had opened its eyes completely at some point!

Wu Changsheng also saw this situation, his hands trembled in fright, hesitating whether to throw the paper talisman on the dead man's face right now.

Song Yan slowly drew out the sword, and as soon as the dead body sat up, he patted his forehead with the blade of the sword and beat him back to lie down.

The two people standing next to the mortuary board held their breath and waited for it, but the corpse did not sit up for a long time, as if looking for the best time.

What Song Yan learned from the book was that the corpse sat up with a sense of resentment, and then got down to act.As the saying goes, one go at a time, then decline, and three times exhaust, so as long as the corpse is just sitting up, hit him, and hit him again when he gets up again.

Song Yan and Wu Changsheng were waiting for the moment when he sat up.

wow.

Suddenly there was a slight sound in the corner.

The voice came from behind Wu Changsheng, so frightened that Wu Changsheng wanted to look back, but he didn't dare to look back directly, so he could only hold back his head halfway, turned his eyes to the place behind him, and then looked at Song again. Derived responses for judgment.

Song Yan had already followed the sound, but it was too dark in the corner to see what was making the sound.

Whoa!

This time the sound was clearer.

Song Yan's eyes widened instantly, because he finally saw clearly!

"Wu Changsheng, hurry up and take a talisman to shoot it!"

Wu Changsheng didn't even think about it, he immediately turned around and took out the talisman in his hand, but it was empty.He took a closer look, and took a deep breath for a moment. The person standing in front of him turned out to be a low paper man!

The paper figurine was pasted very simply, with a head as big as a leather ball, hair made of black paper, black eyes, red forked mouth, wearing a red padded jacket, less than three feet tall... it was this shop that bought it for the deceased. The paper boy among the boys and girls who came!

Wu Changsheng's talisman missed, and the paper figurine took another step forward, and the paper prick's legs made a "crash" sound instantly due to friction.

"Ah!" Seeing that the paper figurine was getting closer to him, Wu Changsheng screamed in surprise and slapped out the paper talisman.

But because he was too frightened, he used too much force. Not only did he slap the paper talisman on the paper figurine, but he also smashed the paper figurine's head instantly, making a pop!

The author has something to say:

This is probably the last time I will write a supernatural article, every time I write it, I will be scared _(:з」∠)_