Skilled in managing a house

"What a heavy resentment!" Zhang Yu couldn't help but muttered in his heart after feeling the resentment emerging from the coffin.

Seeing that nothing else came out of the coffin, Zhang Yu hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward and came to the coffin. He then lowered his head and looked into the coffin. He just took a look and then was stunned.

It turned out that there was nothing inside the coffin, it was empty.

"Empty..." Zhang Yu muttered in confusion, "What kind of battle is this? There are so many coffins, and there is such strong resentment... How can there be nothing..."

Zhang Yu frowned and subconsciously saw the coffin lid beside him. The lid of the coffin was opened by the Yellow Turban Warriors, but at a glance, the inside could just be seen.

It's okay not to see it. After seeing it, Zhang Yu's eyes immediately straightened and he was completely attracted by the coffin lid.

It turned out that there was no red paint on the inside of the coffin lid. Instead, there were red fonts. With Zhang Yu's eyes, he could directly see that the red words were clearly written with cinnabar.

I saw that what was written on it was - my name is Shi Nan, and my birth date is XX month XX day XX hour XX hour, Yihai year. I voluntarily sacrifice myself today and have nothing to do with others.

After reading the above content, Zhang Yu was startled again, and said in his heart: "Shi Nan...isn't it the one in Huichang Community... As expected, she must have been here... But, what does this sentence mean? It's her Was it written..."

The font on the inside of the coffin lid is obviously very sloppy. It can be seen that the person who wrote it must have never used a writing brush before. Moreover, the handwriting is still a little wobbly, and it can be seen that the hands are shaking a little when writing.

Zhang Yu looked at it for a moment, then thought about it and looked at the yellow scarf warrior beside him.

The yellow scarf warrior had already taken action and walked to the coffin on the left. As if just now, he pried open the coffin lid and lifted it to the side.

This time, just like before, no hidden weapon emerged, only strong resentment emerged.

Zhang Yu walked to the coffin and looked down. There was still nothing in the coffin. He looked at the coffin board again. The inside of the coffin board was the same as the one he had just seen. There was also a row of writing on it - my name is Yu Lan, and my birth date is XX month XX day XX hour XX hour of Bingzi year. I voluntarily sacrifice myself today and have nothing to do with others.

"Yu Lan..." Zhang Yu naturally knew this name. Yu Lan's mother also came to the patrol house to see her daughter's body, and Cheng Jue performed the salvation for her daughter.

The handwriting on this coffin board is also scrawled, and it can be seen that there is trembling when writing.

Zhang Yu turned back, walked to the coffin board where the heather was placed, and looked at the coffin board again.

Comparing the two coffins, Zhang Yu found that the fonts on the two coffin boards were obviously different and were not written by the same person.

"It wasn't written by one person... Who was the person who wrote it... Could it be them themselves? It's unlikely..." Zhang Yu muttered in his heart again.

Immediately afterwards, he conveyed instructions to the yellow scarf warrior, who then went to pry open the lid of the coffin next to him. But this time, the Yellow Turban Warriors did not just pry open one, but instead pried open the coffin lids one after another.

Zhang Yu followed him. He opened the lid of a coffin and Zhang Yu observed.

Every coffin is the same. As soon as the lid of the coffin is lifted, strong resentment will emerge from inside. The only difference is the name and birthday written on the inside of the coffin lid. But other than this difference, there is the sentence behind it - I voluntarily sacrifice myself today and have nothing to do with others.

Zhang Yu could tell that these handwritings were all different, indicating that they were not written by the same person. After turning around, all thirty-six coffin lids were lifted, and Zhang Yu also looked at all thirty-six coffin lids.

Originally, there was only Yin Qi in the belly of the mountain, but now, the resentment has become strong. Resentment and gloom are intertwined, revealing an extremely desolate and gloomy atmosphere.

"Looking at it this way, 80% of the thirty-six women died here..." Zhang Yu muttered to himself, subconsciously stepping forward, passing between the two coffins, and arriving at the middle of the circle of coffins. .

He closed his eyes and felt everything here with his mind's eye.

As soon as Zhang Yu closed his eyes, it was pitch black at first, and then he could see a red mist. In the red mist, there is a faint circle of figures. These people seem to be women. They were kneeling on the ground, and in front of them there seemed to be a coffin board.

"Now, pick up the brush and write on it, my name is so-and-so, my birth date is the year, month, day, time, and hour. I voluntarily sacrifice myself today and have nothing to do with others. No one is allowed to write it wrong. Otherwise, I will let someone take your turn and peel off your skin!" A man's cold voice sounded.

"I wrote this...can you let me go..." Then, a woman said with a cry.

"Of course. As long as you cooperate with us, we will not make things difficult for you. At most, we will let a man work with you and then let you go. But if you don't cooperate, then there is only a dead end waiting for you." The man's cold voice sounded again.

"What...you want that..." another woman said in horror.

"Now, do you have the qualifications to bargain? You must understand that just letting a man be with you is already considered a good thing. Otherwise, you know the consequences yourself!" The man said in a threatening tone. : "Write it to me quickly and stop talking nonsense! I'll let someone take your turn one by one now!"

"I write... I write..."... After hearing what the man said, these women were obviously very frightened. They picked up their brushes one by one and started writing.

Soon, they all finished writing.

After they finished writing, someone came forward to check them one by one, and then a man's voice sounded, "They have all written, there are no problems."

The man who spoke before said immediately: "That's good. Now we can take action! I'll wrap their faces tightly with tape, and then throw them into the coffin!"

"What?" "What are you going to do?" "Didn't you say that if we write it, let us go!" "No!" "No, don't throw me in the coffin, I can do anything you want! "Please, please let me go."... Immediately afterwards, a wailing sound sounded.

However, their begging had no effect. Soon someone completely wrapped their faces in tape and threw them into the coffin one by one.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Yu finally understood what was going on. After these people kidnapped the women, they first deceived them into writing words of voluntary devotion. Then, he threw the person into the coffin and suffocated himself to death.

cruel! How cruel!

At this moment, Zhang Yu couldn't help but said bitterly: "It's just a cover-up! Do you really think that asking these women to write down the words of voluntary will deceive Heaven and avoid retribution! I, Zhang Yu, will tell you now, the will of Heaven There is reincarnation, good and evil will be rewarded in the end, it just comes sooner or later! You are not far from retribution!"