It was a very frightening task for Shaming, and the first coffin he had to dig was an old coffin that showed almost a third of it, and the color and the decay of the wood showed that it was about the same as fifty years old. It didn't take much effort to pry the lid open with a sharp shovel. Sha Ming put on a mask and thick rubber gloves, and used a flashlight that could be worn on his head to shine on the inside of the coffin, and saw that the inside was also rotten, and the rain eroded for many years, so that the coffin was full of sludge, and Sha Ming's hand laboriously picked out a dead man's upper arm bone inside, and it was still dripping with mud soup. Even with the mask, Sha Ming could still smell the incomparable stench, and finally couldn't help but vomit.

After resting for a while, Sha Ming took a breath before he put the bone away and drove back. He could have taken advantage of the night to continue to make a few more, but just now he was already vomiting and dizzy. Back at the village residence, Sha Ming sat on the ground and didn't want to get up. When Azan Mao Wu saw Sha Ming's pale face, he knew that he had suffered a lot. After comforting him for a long time, Sha Ming shook his head again and again, saying that he didn't want to do it anymore. Azan Mau Ng raised his assistant's salary to RM2,000, and he paid it upfront, and the banknotes were auctioned off at the time.

Seeing the money on the ground, Sha Ming was still moved, his family was very poor, and he dreamed of making more money so that he could return home and let his family live a good life. So I said yes. He knew that the reason why Azan Maowu gave him a salary increase was also out of helplessness, don't look at his head-lowering technique is so profound, killing people like hemp, but he doesn't have the energy to do many things, only by finding an assistant.

So, Sha Ming still decided to do it. The next night, Sha Ming drove out and went to the cemetery of the previous night, first found the coffin that had been opened last night, found the skull of the deceased from it, and barely managed to get some hair out of the sludge that had not yet completely rotted. There are a lot of old graves from decades ago, and in addition to the one that was opened last night, there are many on the slope, and Sha Ming didn't have much effort to open seven or eight rotten coffins. Perhaps it was the mantra of the thorns on his chest and arms that Azan Tail Wu had effected, and Sha Ming had gone to the cemetery in the middle of the night to get the bones, and he was not much afraid except that he felt disgusting.

In the blink of an eye, a few days have passed, Sha Ming has successfully obtained the bones and hair of more than a dozen old bones, some of which have been washed by the rain to expose the coffins, this kind of one is easier to get, but after all, it is a minority, most of them are still buried in the ground, but they have been washed by the rain for many years, and the soil layer on the surface has slowly lost and become thinner. In order to easily identify the location of the graves of their relatives, the villagers use simple tombstones to stand on the ground, which is equivalent to inserting a mark. However, Malaysia is located in the tropics, and there are several months of rainy season every year, and it is often raining for most of the day. The erosion of the soil has left the tombstones crooked, and some of them lie flat on the ground.

Shaming looked closely at each of the old-looking tombstones, and when they were older, he began to dig up the earth, usually less than half a metre to the coffin, and then collected bones and hair. There were no graves in the village that could be easily dug up, so Shamin changed places and went to a neighboring village. Sometimes in the middle of the night, when someone passed by, he had to hide, and once he was bumped into by two villagers walking at night, thinking that they were tomb robbers, and ran over to fight. Sha Ming hurriedly got into the car and drove away, never daring to return to the cemetery of this village to do anything, so he had to change places.

It took a month for Sha Ming to collect all fifty corpses and hair, he was too tired to work, but Azan Mao Wu was very happy, and repeatedly praised him for his ability to continue to work hard. And then there is another problem, to get something fresh, and it has to be a horizontal death, that is, an accidental death. According to Azan Maowu's requirements, the body must have died within seven days to be called fresh. Sha Ming used a lot of brains and thought about spending money to hire people to inquire around, but he dismissed it again and felt that it was unnecessary. On this day, he went to the fruit stall in the village to buy durian to eat, chatted with the vendor, and suddenly remembered an idea, so he asked him if he knew if anyone in the village had died by accident recently, not more than seven days.

The vendor shook his head and said it didn't seem to be. Sha Ming was not discouraged, this is normal, the village is not big, let alone seven days, it is normal for no one to die within seven months, let alone accidental death. Sha Ming drove to a neighboring village in a car and asked the same questions under the pretense of buying from fruit stalls, fishmongers and butchers. The other party asked him why he wanted to inquire about this, and Sha Ming said that he was the assistant of a certain white-clothed Azan, and in order to cultivate the Fa, the master had to find the kind of deceased who died horizontally and go to the grave to bless the transcendence, firstly, to make the deceased's resentment disappear, so that he could be reincarnated as soon as possible, and secondly, it could also increase the mana of Master Azan himself.

Many people in Malaysia are more familiar with witchcraft such as Dharma cultivation and Azan, and it is not unusual for the profession of Azan to be found everywhere in Malaysia. A fishmonger in a neighboring village told Sha Ming that the youngest daughter of the XX family in the village fell into a fish pond and drowned last week, and was buried in the cemetery behind the village, so he asked him to ask.

Sha Ming was very happy, he was still very cautious, of course he couldn't really go to XX's house to inquire, for fear that it would arouse suspicion, but to understand from the side. Finally, when I saw a drunkard in the village, I asked him to drink on the pretext of asking him to drink, and found out the truth, and learned that the grave of the youngest daughter of the XX family was not far from the grave of the drunkard's father, and provided a specific location.

Sha Ming drove over at night, according to the information provided by the drunkard, and sure enough, he found that it was a small tomb, and the name of the XX family and the deceased was written on the tombstone, and it could be seen from the year, month and day that the deceased was only ten years old this year. Sha Ming was a little hesitant, it was so small, whether to destroy its body, and return to the residence first.

Azan Mao Wu was very happy when he heard the news that Sha Mingda heard, and hurriedly asked him to get it now, and said that this kind of underage horizontal death, especially the drowned, has the greatest grievance and good effect. Shamien shook his head and said that his youngest sister, who was also 10 years old in his hometown in Myanmar, could not do such a thing. Azan Mao Wu thought about it, took out 500 ringgit and handed it to him, saying that as long as he did it, the money would be his. Sha Ming's hands were trembling with the money, and he was very conflicted in his heart, if he didn't do it, he wouldn't be able to make money, and if he did it, he would not be able to do it.

After struggling for more than half an hour, Sha Ming still put away the money and drove out. Back in front of the little girl's grave, Sha Ming began to dig with a shovel, the small coffin was not buried deeply, this village is relatively poor, the villagers will not buy too good coffins for their families, they are all simple and thin. Sha Ming finally dug up the lid of the coffin, and slowly pried the lid open, revealing the body inside, with a shroud underneath.