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On the other side, although Qiao Ziru was a little out of control at first, she slowly regained her senses after being caught by the old Taoist by the wrist.

Grandma’s body had been destroyed, but her eyes were still there, and the old Taoist had just murmured something, and seemed to have mentioned “spiritual pupils.”

Although she didn't know how the "spiritual pupil" here was related to the "spiritual pupil" she knew when she passed the novice level, the uneasiness in her heart became stronger and stronger.

At this time, Qin Manjiang stepped forward and grabbed the old Taoist priest. He asked him to dig up the grave. If he really got some ancient books, he knew that from ancient times to the present, those who had escaped from the "Ghost Story Game" had compiled them. How to deal with it, then you can't let him go.

"Then what do you think we should do now?"

The old Taoist frowned and looked around. The employer had already run away, but the other party had paid the money in advance and ran away. If he didn't want it anymore, who should he go to to ask for an explanation?

You have to do the aftermath work yourself.

But... can the aftermath be dealt with so easily?

The old Taoist was a little unsure.

But when he looked at Qin Manjiang, Mei Sijun, and Qiao Ziru, he seemed to have suddenly discovered something, and his eyes widened:

"All three of you have spiritual eyes?"

This rash and sudden sentence made the three of them unable to react for a moment, and the old man seemed to know that he had said the wrong thing. He quickly said to the few strong men standing by the grave: "You guys go over and take the money that has not yet been released." The villagers who left please go home and say that the tomb is unknown.”

"Okay! Taoist priest!"

Maybe strong people do have more yang energy, but none of these strong men digging graves are afraid.

After they left, the old Taoist quickly looked at Qin Manjiang and the others and continued to ask: "You three are all born with spiritual eyes. Could it be that... the legend of the eye world is also true?"

The old Taoist unintentionally revealed another shocking thing.

But Qiao Ziru's mind was not here at all. She grabbed the old Taoist with her backhand and asked, "Taoist Master, what should my grandma do?"

There were still tears on her face, and she spoke tremblingly: "You acted according to the regulations, and I don't blame you, but now the person who bought the land has escaped, and you must restore grandma's grave!"

"Alas..." The old Taoist looked helpless, "If possible, I would like to restore everything, but the eyes of the dead souls saw the light of day and sucked in the resentment. Girl, your grandmother's soul was also summoned back by me with the soul-calling flag. Everything Causes and conditions have changed, Banfei’s soul has been lost, I’m afraid... something bad has already happened.”

Qiao Ziru looked lost, as if she couldn't believe it: "You said...what?"

"I can only try my best." The old Taoist said no more.

He asked Qin Manjiang and Mei Sijun to keep an eye on Qiao Ziru and not let her get close to the coffin. Then he walked forward and stared at the remains of the deceased and the pair of eyes that had not decayed for many years.

"Bring me the red silk!"

The old man shouted.

After a while, one of the big men came over holding a red silk cloth.

The old Taoist took the red silk with one hand, pointed the other hand into a sword, ordered a few drops of tea, sprinkled it on his face, poured the tea to the ground, and sprinkled only the tea leaves on the corpse.

"Old madam, I'm so sorry."

The old Taoist unfolded the red silk, and when the cold wind blew by, the red silk spread out in mid-air, and strangely fell on the bones of the corpse.

Then, the old Taoist conjured a red thread from nowhere. The red thread flew between his fingers. The scattered bones on the ground were gathered together by him one by one and wrapped in red silk.

Time passed little by little, and the old Taoist used red thread to pick up the bones and put the corpse in red silk. The cemetery halfway up the mountain was silent, except for the cold mountain wind.

This is the first time Qin Manjiang has seen such a strange scene, but is this behavior... really effective against ghosts?

Although most ghosts have some similar characteristics, such as not appearing in crowded places, he has never heard of ghosts being afraid of the color red.

On the contrary, ghosts should like red, right?

While his mind was full of strange thoughts, he grabbed Qiao Ziru's wrist. She was trembling all over, but... Qin Manjiang couldn't feel the same way as her.

During the last ghost story, he had lost his pity forever. The only feeling he felt towards Qiao at this moment was the guilt of involving her in the ghost story.

At this time, the old figure who had been bending down to pick up bones suddenly moved. He straightened up, raised his sleeves to wipe his sweat, and let out a long breath: "Okay, girl, come here."

After hearing Lao Dao's words, Qin Manjiang and Mei Sijun let go of their hands.

Qiao Ziru stepped forward, and the old Taoist said to her: "The soil of this tomb has been destroyed and can no longer be used as a tomb. Besides, your father is not a son, so he used poplar wood as a coffin. It is really inappropriate. According to the original plan According to the plan, after lifting the coffin today, the bones should be sent for cremation, but the situation has changed, and burning the body hastily will probably cause disaster."

"I will collect the bones with red silk, and you will take eight inches of soil from the bottom of the coffin and put it in with your own hands. Tonight... the souls of the deceased who were lost with the soul-calling flags may come back. If they come back, they can be reburied tomorrow."

Qiao Ziru nodded heavily, not only to prevent this strange story that had not yet fully formed from appearing, but also to allow her grandmother to rest in peace.

But after digging out a handful of blood, water and soil, Qiao Ziru suddenly asked: "What if... grandma's ghost doesn't come back tonight?"

Woo...

Woohoo...

As soon as Qiao Ziru finished speaking, a sudden dark wind blew up halfway up the mountain, like a ghost crying, which frightened Qin Manjiang and hid behind Mei Sijun.

The old Taoist sighed after hearing this: "If he doesn't come back, then this evil spirit coming back from Jiuyou Huangquan will probably..."

He didn't say any more, but the three people already understood the underlying meaning of his words.

Qiao Ziru's face turned pale, and she suddenly thought of what her grandma meant when she said in her dream, "I can't hold on any longer."

Poplar coffins are not resistant to corrosion and evil spirits. Over the years, if grandma has a deceased soul, I am afraid that her deceased soul will be resisting malicious erosion all the time.

And today, when the coffin is opened, is the best that grandma can stay awake...

Thinking of this, Qiao Ziru lowered his head and looked at the skeleton in the red silk, and the pair of... eyes that were still not rotten.

She knew that even if someone came back tonight, that person...may not be grandma.

But she didn't say this to anyone.

The wind was blowing, and the surrounding trees were rustling. The hairs of the big men guarding the outside stood on end, as if there were something terrible hidden around them, secretly staring in the direction of the graveyard.

After seeing that the blood, water, and soil had been put in, the old Taoist lifted up the red silk, put it completely, and said to Qiao Ziru:

"Go down the mountain, to the village, to where you used to live."

Qiao Ziru nodded, did not respond, and just followed the old man down the mountain step by step.

Qin Manjiang and Mei Sijun also followed. Qin Manjiang's heart was burning badly. [Tong Jie] should be calculating the progress of this [Ghost Story].

But this time...he planned to resist.

Thanks to the crispy and crispy angle, the melon-loving cup, and the Los Santos poet for the reward.

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