Before he could get closer, a foul-smelling smell of rotting corpses was already in his face. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The smell is undoubtedly emitted by the corpse of Lao Cao hanging upside down in mid-air, but there was no such strong smell when the corpse was collected just now?

Lao Yao covered his mouth and nose and walked under the corpse, but before he could stand still, he startled a whole nest of flies, and "buzzed", like a bomber flying at low altitude.

He looked down and saw that the slimy piece on the ground was the source of the stench, and this piece of filth seemed to flow down from the top of Lao Cao's head.

It turned out that the weather was hot and sultry, and the corpse that seemed to be intact had actually begun to decompose inside.

Seeing that the fire in the corpse refining furnace was burning more and more, Lao Yao hurriedly pressed the conveyor belt switch and slowly sent the corpse into the furnace to avoid disgusting.

When cleaning up the dirt on the ground, he suddenly thought of a detail: the procedures for receiving the body of the deceased said that Cao Guangrong died of a sudden heart attack. Judging from the brains on the ground, the deceased should have suffered a very fatal head injury, otherwise how could even the brains have flowed out?

Lao Yao glanced at the corpse in the hearth, the whole thing had already begun to carbonize, and it was impossible to pull it out to see what it was, and he couldn't help but regret it in his heart: maybe it was because of his own negligence that the good people were wronged and the wicked people who committed murder could get away with it......

was hesitating to report the situation to the leader, and the corpse refining furnace went out again.

Through the glass window for observation, you can see that from time to time there are bursts of sparks in the hearth, and Lao Cao's corpse seems to be mixed with gunpowder.

Lao Yao has been in the crematorium for most of his life, and he has never encountered such a strange thing, so he decided to turn off the fire and report to his superiors. But as soon as he turned around, before his hand touched the electric switch, a deafening explosion suddenly came from behind him, and a huge wave of air threw him a few meters away, and his head almost hit the hanging iron rake fence, and he was almost hooked by the Tianling Gai and hung alive in the air!

After the violent explosion, the crematorium collapsed entirely, but fortunately, the open flames in the furnace did not escape and did not cause greater danger.

Lao Yao lay motionless on the ground, apparently fainting. It's just that I don't know if the corpse of Lao Cao in the furnace has been refined or blown up......

It is said that Zheng Yishui left Cao's house in embarrassment and walked home anxiously along the river bay path.

From early morning to now, let alone taking red envelopes, I haven't even drunk saliva. The most important thing for Mr. Zhangtan is face, if he is asked by the neighbors, it will be a shame.

It was early summer, and the weather was no different from dog days, and the sun was hitting the bare skin, and there was a hot ache. The eight-character beard on Zheng Yishui's lips was wet with sweat, and they were messily stained together, like a little devil in a movie.

There was not a breeze in the air, and there was not a decent tree in the bay that could cool off, so if you continued like this, you would have to suffer from heat stroke. Looking at the undulating mounds in the river bay, he planned to find an old grave in the shade and sit down to rest for a while before leaving.

Midday and early morning are the wildest hours, and ghosts often haunt at this time. And the graveyard at noon makes people's scalp tingle just thinking about it.

Zheng Yishui doesn't understand these things, he is a descendant of Mr. Zhangtan and Maoshan, so there is no need to taboo this. In addition to the soul ruler, there are also gossip mirrors and demon slaying talismans in the cloth blanket, and no matter how powerful the evil ghost is, he has to take a detour when he encounters him.

After sitting with his back against the edge of the grave for a while, a cool breeze suddenly blew, and then he felt some coolness, and his heart was as comfortable as drinking oil. It was also a little darker, and when I looked up, a large cloud slowly drifted towards the south with the wind.

Since it's not hot or sunny, let's hurry, this grave enclosure is too yin, and it is not a place to stay for a long time. But before Zheng Yishui could stand up, he felt something strange.

In the calm cemetery, it was as if a train was coming from a distance, and the ground under his feet vibrated very regularly with a very regular "tom, tom", and the tremor was felt from weak to strong.

Zheng Yishui quietly fell back to the spot, his eyes quickly looked around, and one hand had quietly taken out the gossip mirror from the cloth.

When the shaking stopped, his eyes fell on the tall new grave not far away.

Out of nowhere, such a person appeared, with unkempt black hair covering his face at the shoulders, and he couldn't see clearly; The upper body is bare, and the skin is ruddy with some subtle folds, like a newborn rat. He looked like he was wearing a pair of white pants on his legs.

The man lay on his stomach and kowtowed in the direction the clouds were coming. Strange to say, he stumbled, and the clouds slowly dispersed, and the wind slowly stopped.

From the beginning of the wind to the dissipation of the clouds, it is less than a cigarette. No wonder it doesn't rain in the village all the time, it turns out that there is such a thing at work!

Zheng Yishui quietly moved the sunlight refracted by the gossip mirror towards the grave, intending to borrow the treasure mirror to see what kind of monster it was. At this moment, the sun in the crack of the clouds suddenly revealed a hideous face, which made him squint his eyes involuntarily. In the blink of an eye, the man kneeling on the grave was long gone, and everything was as calm as usual, as if nothing had happened.

When he was surprised, there was a sound on the gossip mirror, and the entire mirror sank.

The hexagram shows that the man entered the crypt!

An ominous premonition rose in his heart, Zheng Yishui stared at the ridiculously large new tomb and observed it carefully, silently muttering in his heart: Don't, don't......

There are no anomalies on the tomb, nor are there any caves that communicate with the outside world to enter and exit the tomb. It's just that the circle of thorns and weeds under the grave doesn't look like they died of drought at all, but more like they were crushed to death!

Go around to the other side of the grave, where there is a new, much smaller grave. Because the big one grows so fast, the side where the two are connected is almost hidden on the small grave!

These signs are very consistent with the evil ghost incarnation mentioned in Master's sermon many years ago!

I remember that Master said that there are two kinds of evil ghosts that Mr. Zhangtan is the most taboo and difficult to deal with: one is called Wool Sha, and the other is called the Blood King. He didn't elaborate on how powerful it was, but judging from the quivering corners of his mouth, it must be a terrifying monster.

Decades have passed, and Zheng Yishui thinks that the Blood King and the Shawl only exist in legends. I didn't expect to run into a positive spot in this graveyard today!

When he confirmed the origin of this monster in his heart, he immediately bit his index finger and put blood on his eyebrows, and he didn't have time to hesitate, he spread his legs and ran wildly......