But this time, not long after he lay down, the voice sounded again, more quickly and louder than the last one......

"Knock, knock, knock...... Knock, knock, knock......"

Gong Feng bounced off the bed board at once. This time, he heard it right. Someone was knocking on something, but the only thing that could make such a dull sound was a wooden object that was not too thick. I'm afraid that the solid wooden land lord can't make such a sound, so all that's left is ...... The coffin.

This time, Gong Feng walked out of the side hall slowly. Unlike last time, the voice did not disappear, it came from the coffin.

Gong Feng is just a feng shui gentleman, who knows some feng shui physiognomy, so he eats with a mouthful of food, and is not a real warlock. As for those methods of exorcism and ghost hunting, he is not proficient, but he has heard some of them after a long time in this industry.

Gong Feng was uneasy in his heart, but after thinking about it, there was nothing in this coffin, except for Zhang Yingping's head, there was only a pile of soot and dirt, what was there to be afraid of? Thinking of this, his courage grew a lot. As he approached the coffin, the voice stopped again. Gong Feng checked the coffin up and down for a long time, and found nothing abnormal, so the only explanation could only be in the coffin.

"Could it be that some small animal was locked in during the day? It shouldn't be...... The Zhang family should have been carefully inspected......" he thought as he pushed open the lid of the coffin.

At this time, he only felt a strong wind coming out of the coffin, blowing his eyes. As the wind swept across his cheeks, he felt the sand in the wind, making his face burn and hurt......

The wind was only a matter of moments, and it soon stopped. Gong Feng looked left and right, but didn't see any changes, so he probed into the coffin and looked into the coffin. At this glance, his face immediately turned pale. Not only was Zhang Yingping's head no longer in the coffin, but there was also no trace of the ashes and sand that his body had turned into.

"This ...... This is...... What's going on......" Gong Feng faced the empty coffin, stunned on the ground, and was at a loss for a long time.

At this moment, he heard the sound of "tap-tap" footsteps coming towards him behind him. He looked back tremblingly and saw Zhang Yingping, who had been dead for decades, standing behind him, smiling at him. The face scratched by the sand and gravel, the skin and flesh on it turned out, and the weird smile was even more terrifying. The most unbelievable thing is that his body, which had already turned into dust, appeared under his head at this moment, and wearing that navy blue shroud, walked towards Gong Feng step by step, and with each step, some soil would fall from his body, which should be the sand mixed in the ashes during the day.

At this time, Gong Feng was less than half a meter away from Zhang Yingping, and there was a coffin behind him, and there was no way out. His mind was completely blank, and he had to watch Zhang Yingping walk towards him and stretch out his shriveled but very sharp dry hands......

"Ah~~"

A scream came from the land temple outside the village, echoing in the rainy night......

When I arrived at the Land Temple with Tanzi and Zhang Dongwei, it was already more than ten o'clock in the evening. This time, because we were helping people move their graves, Tanzi and I didn't bring guns with us, so we didn't have any preparations. Although it happened suddenly, we couldn't rush there, so we had to prepare a little at Zhang's house before coming over.

Kitchen knives, mahogany sticks, rooster blood...... Originally, I wanted to find some more black dog blood, but in a hurry and it was a big night, so I didn't have time to buy it, so I could only get more rooster blood. The effect is almost the same, and the amount is quite a lot, but the effect of black dog blood is used to remove filth, while chicken blood is more used to break the yin. Before we set off, we killed six roosters to collect blood, all of them were big roosters of more than three years, in order to be afraid that they would not be enough when we were present. Black dogs and roosters are both extremely yang things, so their blood can restrain corpses, ghosts and other evil things, but for corpses, black dog blood is more effective, and for ghosts it is more afraid of rooster blood.

Walking into the Land Temple, it was pitch black inside, and there were originally two candles lit in front of the coffin, but at this time it may have burned out. So, the three of us used our mobile phones to illuminate it, only to feel that the temple was so quiet that it was scary.

"Master Gong, I've drunk a lot today, so I should still be asleep, right?" Zhang Dongwei took out two candles from the bag next to the coffin, lit them, and whispered.

"Tell him to get up, with him with the staff officer, maybe he can help." Actually, this is also a bottomless manifestation in my heart, after all, I haven't done this kind of thing dealing with ghosts before, but I just read it in my grandfather's "Qingyi Miscellaneous Records".

The three of us walked to the side room. As soon as he entered the house, he saw Gong Feng lying on the bed covered with a thick quilt by the light of the flashlight, leaving only a head outside.

Zhang Dongwei laughed: "Although it is a little cold on this rainy day, it will not be cold like this?" And he also drank a lot of liquor, I couldn't get hot, he was still wrapped so tightly, I knew at a glance that he must be weak and had to make up for it! ”

"Master Gong, get up......" Zhang Dongwei pulled the quilt with his hand, but saw Gong Feng's head rolled down and fell to the ground under the drive of the quilt......

"Ahhh......h Dead man......" Zhang Dongwei screamed in fright, then turned around and ran.

Tanzi and I were also shocked, but I didn't expect Gong Feng to die, and his death was the same as that of Zhang Yingping, the old man of the Zhang family, with only a head left.

Zhang Dongwei, who ran out, saw that I and the altar did not come out, so he returned to the side room, clinging to my side and asked in a trembling voice: "Brother...... Brother, how did he die? "I also understand what he means, he wants to ask whether this Gong Feng was killed by a human or a ghost.

I shook my head and said, "It's not clear now, there is only a head and no body here, I don't know where Gong Feng's body has gone?" ”

The altar saw that the quilt covered by Gong Feng was bulging, as if there was something, so he boldly stepped forward and dragged it up. At this moment, the hearts of the three of us suddenly rose to our throats - under the quilt, there was a skeleton, a skeleton dripping with blood......

The skeleton had a complete backbone, sternum, ribs, pelvis, and limb bones, and it was laid out on the bed like that. Blood was still dripping from the skeleton, and the dripping blood stained the mattress beneath him red. The red may not be different, but it is so strange in the eyes of the three of us......