In the middle of the night, the coffin of the fake dead had been carried halfway up the mountain.

The sisters-in-law who accompanied them were tired, and they kept walking and stopping in the distance.

Fu Mujin walked back with the lantern and whispered to the sisters-in-law, "Let the slave family go to the back." ”

Hearing this, the sisters-in-law immediately straightened their backs and said tremblingly: "Of course, of course, you can go wherever you like." ”

Just don't chisel them with hammers and nails.

Fu Mujin frowned and wondered, why was their attitude so strange?

Before they could ask, the sisters-in-law had already rushed to the front of the team in one go.

He looked back in confusion and found that the coffin had stopped halfway up the mountain, as if it had been chopped by something.

When I looked closely, it turned out that the coffin had hit the stone, and the villagers who carried the coffin had been stirring for a while before passing.

Well?

Was it his delusion?

Why did he think the coffin was so fast that it was about to fly?

The fake dead man and the coffin are hundreds of pounds, even if a dozen strong men carry them together, it is impossible to carry them so quickly?

Could it be that they can do martial arts?

Fu Mujin hurriedly stepped forward, and he had only walked a few steps before he knew the reason.

The coffin board, along with the fake dead, is magically lying on the ground, and there are so many things missing, can it not be happy?

It must have been the palm of his mourning hall that shook the coffin board, and just then passed by and knocked the stone again, knocking through the bottom of the coffin.

Unsuspecting villagers, they still struggled to carry the coffin.

Fu Mujin looked up at the brisk pace in the distance, and couldn't help but admire, didn't anyone think it was strange that the coffin was suddenly so light?

Before anyone sees it, destroy the corpse first.

He lifted his luck slightly, and knocked the dummy and coffin board in the middle of the road down the valley with one palm.

Finally, he was relieved as he watched the crowd push the empty coffin off the cliff.

*

The moonlight is slightly dark, and the clouds are gloomy in the sky.

The firelight flickered, shaking her eyes, and in the old courtyard of the old house, the old woman looked at the brazier intently, and kept muttering to herself.

"Everything is your own fault, it's none of my mother's business, don't come to me if you dream at night."

She picked up a pile of money and threw it into the brazier, and deliberately admonished;

"Remember, it's your lady who poisoned you, not the old lady. The old lady saw you die next door to my house, afraid that your soul would not be gone, so she asked for peace of mind, so she burned paper money for you, you took the money and went on the road with peace of mind, don't look back. ”

Suddenly, smoke rose and the fog was heavy.

The rags that had covered the wall fell, and the old widow trembled and did not dare to move.

She looked apprehensively at the hole in the wall, vaguely feeling that something was going to happen.

Sure enough, the silhouette of a figure loomed in the mist.

The old widow's eyes were not very good, and in a daze, she saw a strange figure with a pig's head and a human body, and walked out of the hole.

"Ahh She subconsciously screamed and fell off the stool.

"Youkai, there are youkai! Calf, calf? ”

The old widow subconsciously called out the name of her youngest son, and then remembered that the men in the village had helped with the funeral.

At this time, it is likely that she is the only one left in the village.

"Help, help..."

She crawled and hid in the corner.

Suddenly, a breeze blew, and the mist spread throughout the courtyard, and the strange figure in front of me spoke.

"Why?"

"Why don't you let me go in peace and cut me when I'm dead?"

The grumpy and ethereal voice kept coming, knocking on the old widow's psychological defenses.

At this time, she was already scared that the three souls were gone.

Madly shouted, "I wasn't the one who poisoned you... It's your lady. Don't come to me, don't come to me..."

Suddenly, the voice of the strange shadow changed.

In a clear and complaining female voice, she asked sadly:

"What about me, what's wrong with me? Why don't you let me go, why don't you let me go, why let me marry the stupid son of your family, why... Kill me! ”

The old widow's hands trembled so hard that she clung to the weeds on the ground and cried out, "It's you! It's you back. ”

It was as if a dead soul had appeared in front of me.

"Why don't you pity me?"

The strange shadow came to her step by step, and the sad and resentful female voice kept lingering in the old widow's ears.

"Don't kill me, please don't kill me, even if you kill me, you can't return the yang..."

The old widow was so frightened that she wept bitterly, and quickly knelt down and bowed.

"Then when you killed me, why didn't you think that one day, I would come back and take you down in person!"

The old widow kept shaking her head, not daring to look up at the pig's head, which was covered in blood.

"I didn't kill you, I really didn't. By the time I brought you food that day, you were already dead. ”

The old man's hands kept trembling, and his whole body trembled, as if he was lying.

"Lie! It's you, it's you who tortured me to death. Shut me up in a firewood room where there is no light of day, enslave me, and spoil me. ”

The breeze blew the white streamers of strange shadows, and they swept the old widow's hair as if they were nothing.

"It's not, it's really not me..."

As soon as the old widow looked up at the pig's head bleeding from seven holes, her soul flew into the sky and she fainted.

The strange shadow tilted his head slightly and kicked her with his toes, and the old widow's eyelids did not move, and it seemed that she was really dizzy.

"Tsk."

Is it a big traitor? It's so easy to get dizzy.

However, after doing a full set of plays, Shunhua retreated through the hole in the wall, leaving the old widow lying alone in the courtyard, the flame on the brazier had not yet been extinguished, and the spark was rising, as if to indicate that tonight would be an uneventful night.

Shunhua took off the pig's head, took off the shroud on his body, and sneaked into Qu Da Niu's house in a night suit while there was no one around.

Through the faint moonlight, seeing the sleeping baby on the bed, Shunhua looked around vigilantly, feeling that something was wrong.

For a moment, I couldn't think of anything wrong.

I had to speed up my hands and feet, turn over things, Qu Da Niu's home was very messy, things were not cleaned up much, miscellaneous, needlework, fish shreds, everything.

She fell to the ground and saw a locked wooden box under the bed.

Finally there is a harvest.

She slowly pulled it out, the wooden box was heavy, and it seemed to contain a lot of things.

Isn't it just locked? It didn't bother her.

Shunhua took out the square file and began to tinker with the lock.

Half-ringing, clicking—

The lock was actually opened, and she couldn't help but be excited and opened it with trepidation.

These are...

Glass jade cups, jasper money, ivory combs, gold necklaces, night pearls...

Shun Hua picked up the jade coin in surprise, put it under the moonlight to look at it, and muttered, "This is the real thing." ”

There are also a few delicate and small red cloth bags underneath.

She suspiciously pulled out the contents of the bag, each cloth bag contained concentric knots bound with hair, judging by the hair quality and color, none of them belonged to the same person.

The night pearl was shining brightly, and Shun Hua curiously picked up the god card below, and with the light, he read intently:

"Dead brother... Qu Maverick... Brother..."

An axe fell violently, blood dripping from the ground, and the cries of babies filled the room, and the hands holding the axes hung down heavily, and the bloodied arms were covered with scratches.