But if I dared to do this, I had already thought of the worst.

Today I am dead, and I am going to bring my mother back.

The moment I felt the wave of qi coming, I let go of my hand and once again removed a glimmer of light from the center of my brow.

His hands pinched at the same time, and he said in a low voice: "Divine light points the way, and the shadow returns to the coffin mountain......!" ”

At the same time, the moment my body flew out, the divine light in my hand still touched my mother's eyebrows.

"Boom!"

"Thorny ......"

I was hammered to pieces by a powerful shockwave, and my body was about to fall apart.

When I got up from the ground and turned my head to look, I didn't see my mother.

I could only see the four-winged cicada, flying up and down, and making anxious sounds from my mouth.

The tone was like looking for something, but more of a restless look.

I got up, went to the place where the coffin was located, and bent down to pick up the coffin ruler on the ground, as well as the two immortal vines.

When I first touched the vine, I felt a different feeling.

I knew I might never see my mother again.

But she was still by my side, fighting with me.

"Mom, if it's possible, if there are really immortals in this world, if there is really the possibility of immortality in this world."

"If there is really a slight possibility, then I will definitely find a way to surpass you and send you to the world of the afterlife."

I put away the vine, held the coffin ruler in my hand, and looked around left and right, but nothing changed.

It's like everything was just my own fantasy.

I retrieved the cicada, patted the dust off my body, and finally walked in the direction of my house.

Naturally, I don't act like nothing happened.

I'm just waiting for the other person to come out.

I'm sure I couldn't have just looked dazzled.

I don't know what the man did to hurt me, but I know he will come back.

There was not a single building left in the village, and I found a ruined mound in one of the lalayangs.

Looking at this mound, I smiled, this is my home?

Obviously not, it's just something I buried when I was a kid and played on my own.

In general, this should be the yard of our house.

Because by the time I had cleared the vegetation thoroughly, some of the rough outlines were still there.

It's just that why the villagers have disappeared with it.

After a long circle, I went to my uncle's house, and I didn't find any clues.

As I was about to leave, a question occurred to me.

That is, since I am here, I should go to my grandfather's grave to have a look.

About an hour later, I came to a place surrounded by mountains.

Let's not talk about the feng shui here, but in terms of the terrain in and out of here, it's not very good.

As long as it is a person with a normal brain, he will not bury the coffin here.

Because this is a land of poor mountains and bad waters, it was originally chosen by Old Man Wu.

I walked into this with my previous memories in hand.

What used to be a flat dirt land is now a lush wasteland of weeds.

There were some small woods around, and I came to one of them, a paulownia tree the size of two people's purses, and stood in front of it.

Then look to the southwest and stick out your thumb and even your arm in a horizontal line with your chin.

Because I had lost my compass, I had to use this dirt method to find my grandfather's grave.

It's not that I can't see it, it's just that many years have passed, and the terrain here has changed slightly, and I don't know if someone has deliberately changed it.

Soon I determined the direction, and along the pattern of the Nine Palaces Bagua, a three-dimensional figure appeared in my mind.

Then, step by step, move forward.

Finally I stood where I was, looked at the plane tree, and found that I was at least twenty meters away from the plane tree.

But I clearly remember that Mr. Wu told me: "If you have the opportunity to pay tribute to your grandfather, you can use that plane tree as a reference!" ”

I bent down and began to clear the vegetation on the ground, and in a short time my hands had already made many, many small cuts.

I don't have any tools in my hands, only a coffin ruler, and it's obviously impossible to use it to weed.

I was busy here, and the four-winged cicada, which had been lying on my shoulder, seemed to have discovered something interesting and began to fly around.

I didn't bother with him, and when I had cleared up enough of it, I started lying on the ground and looking for it.

At that time, after my grandfather got out of the coffin, my uncle and my father nailed seven peach wood nails on both sides, more than a foot long.

At the time I didn't know why I was doing it, but now I'm starting to have doubts.

The purpose of this is to suppress the corpse, suppress the soul, and prohibit evil.

In those dark three years, I was not idle.

But why do you want to do this to my grandfather?

This is only possible when dealing with the kind of zombies that will not transform for thousands of years.

It wasn't long before I found the smashed mahogany nail from somewhere.

After I looked at it twice, I realized that the nail had been moved.

But only one moved, and the other thirteen did not.

And in the center of these fourteen mahogany nails is my grandfather's coffin.

And the four-winged cicada has been gone for a while, and it has not returned.

It was also nearly dark, so I sat on the ground above my grandfather's coffin and meditated.

When my grandfather was buried, there was no grave at all, but it was flattened.

The aftermath was done by the uncle and his father.

Mr. Wu just helped to bury the coffin, and then left with me.

As I meditated, I checked my physical condition.

Strangely, my body didn't show the slightest abnormality.

But the shock wave just now, if it is placed on ordinary people, even if it does not reach the level of shattering bones, it will have to break a few ribs.

It seems that there are a lot of secrets that happened to me, and if you can't figure it out, what happened to me.

It is obviously not advisable for me to rush back to Tianjin City now.

Because I am going to dig the grave next, in order to verify the fantasy I saw in the basement, in the fog released by Zhang Yishi.

This is one thing, and the second is that I want to see if my grandfather's coffin is still here, and the focus is on whether his old man is still in the coffin.

As the sun rose in the distance, I stood up.

At this time, the four-winged cicada had already returned with a chatter.

I don't know where he went, and there was a look of intoxication on his little face.

"Where did you go?"

"Twitter ......"

The four-winged cicada, after flying around me, flew in one direction.

I understood what it meant, and it was going to take me to find something to explain to me why it looked the way it did.

I didn't want to go, but the four-winged cicada seemed quite excited, as if if I missed it, I wouldn't be able to.

Or maybe he wanted me to be as intoxicated as he was.

Anyway, it's broad daylight, and it's still a long time before I dig the grave, so I'm not in a hurry to find something.

simply followed the four-winged cicada.

It was more than ten minutes away, and when I stood at the door of a cave, I finally understood why they were gone.

Because the place where the four-winged cicada brought me here is a trace of human existence.

Tables, chairs, benches, stoves, tattered clothes, and all kinds of farm tools were thrown everywhere.

And where I was standing at this moment, on the wall of the cave, hung a white sail.

There are a few large characters written on it with a brush.

The art of ghost physiognomy is all over the world!

When I saw these words, I was stunned for a moment, this is where my uncle lives.

But I'm not naïve enough that Uncle still lives here, but at least there are traces of him living here.

The four-winged cicada has already flown in.

And I used the coffin ruler as a light rod and walked in together.

The cave was filled with the smell of wine, and as soon as I smelled it, I knew why the four-winged cicada was so intoxicated.

Just as he was about to reprimand him, he turned a corner and found a corpse sitting cross-legged on top of a bed.

And when I saw the body, I recognized it immediately.

"Uncle ......"