The fire burned on the coffin, and a terrible scream came out of the coffin from the mouth of the king's widow, and the cry of a woman can always cause distress, even if it is a ghost.

Especially this voice is charming, making people have the illusion of worrying and unbearable, if it were me, I guess I would let it go, but the old man is different.

The charm of the ghost was useless to him.

After the lantern was lit, the old man walked step by step, like a pilgrimage and a Buddha, and approached the coffin solidly.

Now the sky is dark, the rain is pouring down, the rain is bursting, and every step he takes is like stepping on his heart, which makes people unable to breathe.

Where have I ever seen this kind of situation, or is it a normal way of doing things, but I have idealized it and made subjective assumptions and mythologized him.

When the old man came to the widow's side, he tied her up with red ropes one by one, and then took the bell and struck it on the widow's head.

The widow rolled her eyes, and seemed to have regained her clarity, but closed it again and fainted.

But a cloud of black gas came out of the widow's body, and I shouted and grabbed her, but the old man ignored me and let the black gas burrow into the coffin.

Obviously, the black gas wafting out is Wang Qianqian, and now she is back in the coffin, and I don't know what moths will come out next.

The old man raised his hands to the sky, as if he was worshipping, and said in a high-pitched voice: "Today, I will return the grudge if I have a grudge against me!" ”

The old man and my grandmother are both members of the same generation, and the thoughts of that generation are stubborn to the point of distortion, but they have an attachment to everything, even if it is a sentence that gives their lives.

And this old man cares too much about good and evil.

The old man clasped the coffin board with one hand, turned his back and let the heavy rain hit his face, and shouted: "Open the coffin!" ”

With a click, the coffin board that was riveted with a three-inch-long coffin nail was pulled open, and as soon as the coffin was opened, the cemetery was like boiling water.

A layer of green fluorescent dye-like stuff floated out of the coffin, giggling and floating around with children.

The sound was so sharp and piercing that it was so uncomfortable that you might be scared if you heard a ghost laugh in the middle of the night.

But now that there are countless ghost laughs coming from all sides of the entire cemetery, it's not fear, it's maddening horror.

I was trembling and holding my head in my hands, but the sound seemed to be going to my ears and swirl directly in my head.

My mind was completely unconscious.

It was raining so heavily, but the dense ghost smile was like the tide, and I couldn't squint, so I held my head and covered my ears, and when I looked up, I found a scene that frightened me.

In the whole huge coyote ditch cemetery, in the pouring rain, I saw the shadows of people on many graves, and I thought I was dazzled, because the overwhelming ghost laughter was hallucinating.

But when I shook my head and looked at it, the shadows were still there, and the pouring rain was so heavy that even their clothes couldn't get wet, and there was no shadow on the ground.

I don't know when it's full of people, if any, in front of me.

All of them, the placket coats, a few of them still have the kind of Qing Dynasty top wearing flower feathers, on the blue and purple funeral clothes, the smell of decay is blowing in the face, black and pressing, ghostly, it is estimated that there are more than thirty, just there is a pestle.

One by one, their iron-blue faces were motionless.