"yes, I see. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

Lin Jiayu looked me up and down meaningfully, and then turned to leave.

Watching Lin Jiayu leave, as soon as I turned around, I saw Mo Yiming standing on the table, with his back to me, I don't know what he was doing.

I walked up behind him and glanced at the table, "What is this?"

Mo Yiming drew a strange pattern on a piece of red cloth, a bit like words, and like a painting. After finishing the painting, he took out a square-hole copper coin from his bag and put the copper wallet in the middle of the red cloth: "I'll know later."

"Let's go!" With that, he strode towards the door.

I quickly grabbed my bag and followed him.

When he arrived at Yizhuang, Lin Jiayu sat at the door with a rooster in his arms, not knowing what he was doing.

"What are you doing?" I walked up to Lin Jiayu, there was a white porcelain bowl on the ground, and the rooster looked like he was going to die.

"That...... The old man asked me to take the blood of the cockscomb, but ...... I can't do it, this can't stop crowing when it touches it. ”

I looked at him helplessly, and pulled the rooster over, my fingernails cut through the rooster's comb, and the bright red chicken blood immediately came out.

One, two, three......

"That's enough." Sanga should be drawing talismans with chicken blood, a little bit is enough.

"Oh!" Lin Jiayu nodded and walked into the house with a porcelain bowl.

Mo Yiming and I followed into the house, only to find that the coffins placed in the room before were gone, and the only thing in the center of the empty room was the red coffin that was dug up today.

Mo Yiming walked directly towards the coffin, and easily pushed the coffin lid open with one hand. Stuff the red cloth you just painted at the inn with the copper coins into the corpse's mouth, and do everything to re-cover the coffin.

"Qiange, come over and help." Sanga sat on a stool with a bundle of black rope beside him, and when he got closer, he noticed that the rope smelled of it.

"Master, this ...... Is it a rope that binds corpses? I couldn't help but frown, half-crouched on the ground, and looked closely at the bundle of rope. The rope was still wet, and there seemed to be a viscous liquid on the surface.

"Well, that's right." Sanga nodded, pouring cinnabar into the bowl of cockscomb blood.

I remember seeing it in the Yin and Yang secret art before, the corpse rope is woven from the hair of a hundred women, and then soaked in black dog blood, specifically to deal with zombies.

However, this was the first time I had seen a corpse rope.

"So......" My gaze automatically shifted to the coffin: "That corpse, is it really possible for a corpse?"

"It's not possible." Sanga put down the porcelain bowl, picked up the rope that tied the corpse, and handed me the other end of the rope: "Yes, the corpse will definitely change, and ...... It's hard to deal with! ”

As soon as I touched the rope, my hands were immediately covered with viscous liquid, which was a little disgusting.

Sanga and I worked together to tie the coffin with a rope. There are also rules for tying the coffin, and the rope must be in the center of the coffin, not more than one-third of the coffin head.

Secondly, the excess rope head should not exceed one foot.

After tying up the coffin, Sanga took out a bag of glutinous rice from the house and scattered it evenly around the coffin.

"Alas, hope...... It's good that nothing happens tonight. Sanga sighed and walked over to Mo Yiming and sat down.

Looks like we'll have to spend the night in this coffin tonight.

"What do you think of this corpse?" Shanjia took a sip of tea and said to Mo Yiming.

Mo Yiming frowned slightly, and was silent for a while before he said lightly: "This matter, I'm afraid it's not that simple, it may be ...... Someone did it on purpose. ”

"Someone did it on purpose? This...... What's going on? "I came to Mo Yiming's side, and suddenly felt that their conversation was so profound, I couldn't understand it.