"It's imperative to let your grandfather settle down first."

Seeing that Meng Xiyao's body was not in the coffin, although Ma Qingyang was very anxious in his heart, he still thought of my grandfather.

I said, "How to solve this matter Meng Xiyao, was she the one who came to my house to look for me just now?" ”

"What did she tell you?"

When I heard Meng Xiyao talk about it, Ma Qingyang's eyebrows raised slightly.

He turned to look at me with the seven-star sword.

Recalling the thrilling scene just now, I eased my emotions before slowly saying to him: "Meng Xiyao asked me to help her treat her wounds, her right calf was injured, and she seemed to have lost a lot of blood. ”

"Is the blood on your hand on her leg?"

Ma Qingyang asked reluctantly.

I hurriedly shook my head: "This blood is on her back, because I found that the skin on her back is also missing." ”

"Shameless."

Ma Qingyang suddenly let out an angry roar.

Only a click was heard.

The seven-star sword in his hand slashed out.

The sword, with a golden light, directly split the lid of the coffin in half.

Everyone present was so frightened that they didn't dare to come out, and no one expected that this feng shui master, who usually looked polite, would be able to split sword light in his hand.

It's a bit of a hidden taste!

After getting angry, Ma Qingyang quickly calmed down.

He asked the others to quickly restore the grave to its original state, and then turned to me and said, "Obviously, that thing is also going for you, I don't believe that she is Meng Xiyao, because even if Meng Xiyao's soul is still in this world, it will not stay in this small mountain village." ”

Seeing what he said with such certainty.

I still have a lot of doubts in my heart, why is he so sure?

But my words haven't been asked yet.

Ma Qingyang said to me: "You go back immediately, you must guard your grandfather's coffin, I will go to Heifengling now, please come to help the Taoist Goulu." ”

Goulu Dao Chief.

Once grandpa's best friend.

Of course, he also knows Ma Qingyang, and the relationship between the three of them is very good.

Now that grandpa has such a problem, Ma Qingyang went to ask the head of Goulu, which is a normal thing.

Just as we turned to walk into the village, Ma Qingyang stopped me.

He admonished me again.

"Before I invite Daoist Goulu back, you must not take any action, just guard your grandfather's coffin."

I nodded.

But there are still some doubts in my heart.

Even if you drive there, the residence of the head of Goulu Road is far away from our small mountain village, and it will take two days to go back and forth at the earliest, and now that the weather is so hot, can grandpa's body really be placed at home for two days?

There was still some fear on my face.

Ma Qingyang handed me the seven-star sword in his hand: "If that thing will still come to you for trouble, you can recite the mantra taught to you by your grandfather and activate the seven-star sword in your hand." ”

"What's the formula?"

Grandpa usually taught me a lot of things, but I never used those things, and I didn't know that there was a mantra that could activate the sword in my hand.

It's not doing feng shui at all, it feels like you're cultivating immortals.

Ma Qingyang said: "You go back and look for it, there is a mantra called the Seven Star Formula, which can activate the sword in your hand to a certain extent to prevent that kind of thing from encroaching." ”

I'm a little confused.

I didn't believe that a mantra could activate a sword, but there was something by my side, and at least there was some comfort in my heart, so I took the sword away.

On the way home.

Erpi said to me behind me, "Did you really see Meng Xiyao?" ”

"Am I still joking?"

I nodded, thinking about something else.

The other people seemed to be very interested, and came up with a wicked smile on their faces: "Why didn't Meng Xiyao come to us, I just want to find you, let's be honest, did you kid give someone else before she died?" ”

"That's right, the little girl's ghost is still lingering, she must be haunted in her heart, and she can't figure it out before she comes back to seek revenge."

There's a guy called a bastard next to you, and you're fanning the wind and lighting the cold fire.

After the others heard this, they all laughed, and one guy said even more outrageous: "Is it that Meng Xiyao is pregnant with a ghost fetus in her belly, and she wants to come back to your father, so that your ghost son can recognize his ancestors and return to his ancestors." ”

"Haha, you kid really owes a lot of debts, and even your father-in-law has to wash the floor for you."

Erpi was still there and said unrelentingly.

I couldn't take it anymore and glared at him coldly.

"If you like female ghosts to come to you at night, then I wish you, sleep with female ghosts in your arms tonight, sleep as you want, it's best to give birth to ten or eight, and open a football team in our village in the future."

"Hahaha, I can't ask for it, I borrowed your auspicious words."

Everyone laughed and paused.

When I returned to the village, everything was scattered, and I rushed home with the seven-star sword in my hand.

Thankfully, nothing happened that night.

But when it dawned the next day, my house was filled with a pungent stench, and even the villagers who came to help couldn't stand it, because the weather was too hot, and my grandfather's body had begun to decompose.

Uncle Gen, the village chief, came to me with a frown.

"Qing Yu, why don't you bury your grandfather quickly, if you keep it like this, it will be about to drip yellow water."

The so-called dripping yellow water.

That's a yellow liquid that flows from the corpse.

It is the juice that flows out of the corpse after it is decomposed, and there is a folk saying that once the body of a dead person is put into the yellow water, the descendants will either be vagabonds or beggars.

This is to be a scourge for generations.

But I said very resolutely: "Uncle Ma said that if he doesn't come back, we must not move the body, so we can't bury your grandfather now." ”

"Ma Qingyang, please Goulu Daoist, that's here to requiem your grandfather, this has nothing to do with whether you are buried or not, besides, your family is also a feng shui family, or you learn from your grandfather, how to bury Meng Xiyao, how to bury your grandfather."

Although I know.

It must have been a problem for them to persuade me to do so.

Because once the body is highly decomposed, the burial process will be more difficult.

But there is nothing I can do, I have no voice in the village now, so I have to deal with my grandfather's body first and bury the person according to their wishes.

The village pooled money and bought a black cow, and I took a piece of cowhide from the cow according to my grandfather's method and sewed it on my grandfather's back.

Then he buried his grandfather's coffin under the crooked neck tree at the back of the house.

This is what your grandfather asked before his death, and it may be your grandfather's last wish, after burying your grandfather, the villagers divided the beef of the cow, and all of them dispersed.

The whole house suddenly became empty, and there was no smell of people.

I don't know where I'm going next.

Grandpa wanted to pass on his mantle to me before his death, but I didn't expect to end up like this, and now I am holding my grandfather's spirit card, leaning on the hall like ashes, I don't know when I fell asleep.

When I was in the deepest sleep, I suddenly woke up.

Because I felt something heavy pressing me tightly, like a ghost pressing the bed when I was a child, I quickly opened my eyes, and I found that it was my grandfather who pressed on me.

At this moment, he looks like his face is full of blue fangs.

This is not like the usual amiable grandfather, but more like Voldemort who crawled out of hell, with a red light shining in his eyes and a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

But as he got closer, I realized that I was about to die of fright.

Because although my grandfather was looking at me with his head, he turned his back to me, and his head seemed to be able to turn 180 degrees.

And that's not even the scariest of all.

When I saw the wound on my grandfather's back, I felt like my breathing was going to stop.

Because I could see the bones and internal organs through the wound on my grandfather's back, he was like a red lobster, weighing heavily on my body, crushing everything I had.