This is an item that does not have a lot to do with the uncle.

Because, the longevity lock in the uncle's hand is mine.

It's the one I've been around my neck since I can remember.

It's just that I forgot when I didn't bring it, and even I have forgotten the existence of this longevity lock.

If I hadn't seen the row above, the tiny indentations, I wouldn't even have remembered.

Could this be the way of life in the Great Uncle Hexagram?

In other words, is it up to me to survive?

I don't think that Uncle, as a qualified Feng Shui physiognographer, would do this kind of thing for no reason.

Apparently he either calculated that I would die and rise again, or he was the one who told me something in this way.

I put the long-lived lock that had fallen on the ground into my pocket and looked at the pit that was about to be dug.

"Uncle, what kind of secret is our Mu family hiding, so that you all died so unexplained?"

No one answered me, only the occasional chirping of the four-winged cicada, and in broad daylight, not even the mountain wind blew so much.

I looked at the sky, it was almost late, and if it was too late, I was afraid that something would suddenly happen.

At noon, when the coffin was opened, all the evil qi had no effect.

Because of the delay in the cave for a while, the hour was a little too late.

But for me, I can still hold the situation.

In the end, I didn't delay too much and continued to dig.

When the coffin lid leaked out, I frowned, and there was a faint sense of uneasiness in my heart.

This kind of uneasiness is not that I am afraid that I will disturb my grandfather and make my grandfather cheat the corpse.

That's when I smelled a foul smell.

This kind of stink, extremely stinky, even compared to, that is, the elixir and jade dew above the nine heavens.

The smell was mixed with the rotting stench of corpses, sewers, and dampness.

Naturally, it is not normal for such a thing to occur.

Just in case, I did some simple precautions.

Because I didn't have anything in my hand, except for a coffin ruler and an immortal vine, I could only draw a talisman with blood on the lid of the coffin.

In the end, all the soil around was dug up, and the coffin nails were pulled out one by one.

After the busy work, I naturally couldn't carry the coffin out of the pit with my own strength.

Therefore, in order for me to open the coffin by myself, I simply inserted the coffin ruler into the gap of the coffin and used it to press the coffin.

This is also the last backhand I have left for myself, as for whether what will happen next is good or bad, or whether it is okay at all, it depends on the coffin.

At this time, there is nothing in his hand, and all the rituals before the opening of the coffin are impossible to talk about.

I looked at the coffin in front of me and said softly: "Grandpa, I can only do this now, whether it is you or not in the coffin, but the coffin is yours." ”

"Grandson, I'm going to open the coffin now, please forgive ......!"

With that, I grabbed the pickaxe, plunged it into the crack, and then pried the lid of the coffin with all my might.

Perhaps it is my dark life in the past three years that my current heart is a little different from before.

More decisive than before, less dragging the mud and water.

Grandpa's coffin was not as ugly as I imagined, nor was there a corpse as I imagined.

"Boom!"

I pushed the lid to the side, and there was only one thing in the coffin.

When I saw the contents of the coffin, I couldn't let go of it for a long time.

Because, I thought of the poisonous gas and illusion released by Zhang Yi to treat Uncle Bai in the basement.

The shroud that Grandpa was wearing at the beginning is now quiet and stable in the coffin.

It's just that the corpse is gone, and some are just a piece of carrion the size of an adult's palm.

And the stench emanates from this carrion.

When the sun shone like this, it squirmed and even made a sizzling sound.

Drops of black water gradually soaked the shroud in the coffin.

I looked at the scene in front of me, my brows furrowed.

In my heart, it was churning like a raging wave.

Grandpa didn't die!

That's not an illusion!

But what the hell is that, and why do I see those things?

The piece of carrion in the coffin, not long after, melted and turned into a puddle of black water.

I asked the four-winged cicada to come over and see if the black water was poisonous.

But this guy won't fly into the coffin no matter what.

The mouth kept chattering, which meant that he obviously couldn't stand the stench.

Obviously, this thing in the coffin made the four-winged cicada feel disgusted.

The coffin ruler had fallen into the coffin, and when I bent down to pick it up, I found a very small line of words in the corner of the coffin.

"Breaking the ground and rejuvenating the sun, there is hope for longevity!"

I don't know if it's handwritten, I can't tell if it's engraved by my grandfather.

Because the handwriting on it is more like it was engraved with a knife.

If Grandpa hadn't died, then where had he gone?

But this obviously doesn't make sense, grandpa's handsless, I saw it with my own eyes.

Even the funeral, the coffin, and even the nails used to seal the coffin were handed to my father.

Unless!

Unless, the grandfather in the coffin is not a grandfather at all.

Just like what I saw in the illusion, it was another Mu Chunhua.

And that Mu Chunhua was made of this piece of carrion in the coffin.

Because I saw it in a vision.

And because of this, he also learned the secret of the coffin mountain.

But this doesn't make sense at all, I haven't heard of that kind of feng shui master, or that kind of Taoist priest.

Or maybe a warlock can take a piece of flesh from something I don't know what it is, and turn it into a big living person.

It's a little bit unbelievable.

But in my heart, curiosity is curiosity, and the facts are in front of me, so naturally I can't deny it.

I've even experienced death and resurrection, and what else can make me feel subverted.

I didn't find the secret technique of our coffin mountain in my grandfather's Nine Dragons coffin.

I simply cleaned up the contents of the coffin and set fire to the black water-stained shroud.

In the end, I put the uncle's body in it, and did the burial ceremony of my coffin mountain Taibao.

Cover the coffin, seal the nail, fill the earth......

By the time it was all over last night, it was already sunset.

For a whole day, I didn't seem to get anything, but I actually got a lot.

I pulled out the fourteen mahogany nails around the coffin, because Uncle didn't need them, and finally found a wooden sign and placed it in front of the grave.

But there is no word engraved on it, because Uncle is a dove occupying a magpie's nest, and he can only engrave my grandfather's name if he wants to engrave it.

But now, my grandfather may not have died, so the tombstone is empty.

At night, I was in front of the grave, talking to myself.

Although no one paid attention to me, I also confided in my uncle about something.

Actually, I was waiting, waiting, and the person who plotted against me appeared last night.

As the night passed, and when it was daylight, the man still did not appear.

In this regard, I did not feel palpitations and anxiety as before, but seemed very peaceful in my heart.

Because, I know, I still have a lot to do.

It was with a feeling that I did not know how to describe it for the second time that I had been born and raised.

When I went to the bus stop in my shroud, I almost didn't scare the driver to death.

As for where my money came from, I naturally sold the longevity lock.

In the end, in a small town, he took off his shroud and changed into normal clothes.

But I didn't throw away this shroud, but put it in a bag and carried it with me.

I don't really know what to say about that look of fear in the eyes of others.

When I got off the train at Jinshi Station, I immediately took a taxi to the coffin mountain shop in Qixian County.

Although I knew that everything was wrong, what I didn't expect was that there were people in the shop.

When I first set up my own coffin mountain, I bought this shop directly, so it was mine at all times.

As for my death, I don't know how many people knew, but when I found out that there were people, I knew that this was still a coffin shop.

Because, as a funeral street, this place can't do anything else.

I took a deep breath, walked into the shop, and shouted at the coffin shop, which had changed a little, into the backyard.

"Is anyone there?"

"Boss?"

My voice has changed a little now, and it has become more hoarse.

If I just listened to my voice and didn't look at my looks, no one would think that I was in my twenties.

Soon, there was a response from the backyard!

"Hey, here you are, you're ......"

When the visitor saw me, he was obviously stunned, and finally smiled bitterly, shook his head and said, "You finally appeared!" ”

I looked at each other, and I was a little surprised, I really didn't expect that the person in the shop was him.

I smiled faintly and said, "You know I'm alive? ”

The latter shook his head and said, "I don't know, but I've been waiting for you to ......!" ”