At this time, Li Gai felt that it was getting harder and harder to breathe, and the two hands of the living corpse were like pliers, getting tighter and tighter. He quickly withdrew his hands and drew a talisman on the palm of his right hand with his left hand. Then, his left hand supported the right wrist of the living corpse, and his right hand slapped the face of the living corpse with all his strength. This sudden slap was something he never expected. It's too late to hide.

"Smack!"

Li Reform's palm fell heavily on the face of the living corpse, and the living corpse died in an instant, and the corpse fell crookedly on Li Reform's body.

"Whew-"

Li Gengai took a heavy breath at this time, and at this time he felt that he had no strength to move. Covered in a cold sweat, he weakly "carried him away and buried him again." ”

Those people waited for a long time, and when they saw that the living corpse had really not moved for a long time, they knew that it was really dead, so they dared to come forward and carry the dead body away.

Several old people and villagers helped Li Gai, who looked like mud, into the house.

At this time, the sky is already dark, and the road in Qingtang Village is like a ghost gate during the day, let alone at night?

And Li Gengai is now tired, soft and sour, and he has slept in this house first.

Hu Si is a well-known villain in Qingtang Village, who is usually extremely vicious and insatiable, since his parents died, he was unrestrained, eating, drinking, prostituting and gambling all of a sudden, and in less than two years, he used the real estate industry left by his parents to eat and use all his essence, and became a veritable scoundrel, and learned a lot of indecent things such as stealing and pickpocketing. Later, the village was strictly controlled, and whoever saw him covered his purse and left, so he couldn't steal anything anymore, so he went to the mountains to hunt game all day long, who knew that a few years ago, several mountains in Qingtang Village went through a flash flood, and Qi Qi was cut in half, and even the game on the mountain was pitiful, so he could only be idle.

In view of the situation, he is in his forties, but he is still a single person, and he has not married a daughter-in-law so far, and no one dares to tell him about the girl, jokes, tell him about the girl, then it is better to throw it directly into the river.

In recent times, the money has become tighter, and there is really no way to fish in troubled waters, and I heard that "inverted buckets" can make a windfall, so I also want to try.

Although Hu Si was a scoundrel, he was a timid guy, so before he robbed the tomb for the first time, he first gave a few catties of old wine to a familiar hotel to drink, and then took advantage of the night to walk to the wilderness to find the graves of rich families.

That night, the moonlight was misty, the wind was blowing, and the ghost fire wafting in the grave mound, coming and going, and from time to time there was a "squeaking" rat cry flickering far and near, sometimes as if it was near the feet. Stumbling and climbing the branches to the mountain, with a kerosene lamp, facing a black forest banner, is a black stone ridge, or like a ghost, or like a beast, vertical and horizontal arch, moss into spots on it, vines and roses are covered, which slightly exposes the sheep intestine path.

At this time, Hu Sijiu also woke up most of the frightened, and he was very scared, if he could sing a mountain song in the middle of the night, he would really want to sing a few passages of five tunes, or "ten or eight touches" to strengthen his courage, but now his feet are trembling, and he can't remember anything.

After the landslide, because there was less game on the mountain, and even the trees began to grow indiscriminately, and the denser the place, the more gloomy it became, so few people came to the west.

Hu Si carried a shovel and shone the kerosene lamp on the mountain, and under a large locust tree nine inches down the hillside, he saw a tombstone, which was covered with sludge, as if he had been buried in the soil with something at first, and now he had just slid down, and took a closer look.

However, what is written on this tombstone does not look like the surname of ordinary people, but some crooked ghost drawings, which are a bit like the rune paper of the Taoist town's house.

He didn't know a few words, so he didn't think it was a big deal, and began to dig around the tombstone.

"Goo-"

"Goo-"

Hu Si just started for a while, there was a sudden sound in the air, so frightened that Hu Si threw out with a shovel, and lay on the ground in a ball, waited for a long time but nothing happened, opened his eyes from between his fingers, but saw that on the big locust tree not far away, there was an owl standing, the owl stared at two dripping eyes, claws grabbed the branches and stood upright, his head rotated 180 degrees, looking at Hu Si's figure, as if laughing at him for being timid, "cooing", like laughing but not laughing, like crying instead of crying, It's terrifying.

Hu Si was angry from his heart, bullying the soft and afraid of the hard, and hurriedly picked up a stone and threw it over, and the owl was frightened, flapping its wings and flying away.

"Damn the birds, you dare to stand in the way of my good deeds!!"

Hu Si spat in his left and right hands and continued to dig.

After digging for about ten minutes, the shovel shoveled the soil in the dark night, and the sound of "rubbing" made by the shovel was in this ghostly deep mountain and old forest, not to mention more infiltrating people, but now Hu Sili is hungry, where can he manage so much?

The kerosene lamp emitted a faint yellow light, enveloping the radius of two or three meters, and everything was too quiet.

Suddenly, there was a "bell", and Hu Si's shovel seemed to have touched something hard, but his face was happy: Could it be-

After he made persistent efforts, he jumped into the dug hole, but saw a bronze coffin, with a fine linen wrapped around the ink fountain line, and a bell tied to it, slightly touched, and the bell "jingled", and the swagger was very powerful.

Hu Si looked curious: I have never seen anyone whose burial form is like this, which is really strange.

But the bronze coffin was very huge, and if there were treasures in it, it must have contained a lot.

Hu Si smiled, rubbed his hands, wiped the mud on his body, randomly pulled away the ink fountain line and bell, picked up the shovel, put it on the seam of the bronze coffin, and began to pry it.

"One, two, three—go you!!"

The bronze coffin looked heavy, and the lid of the coffin was also very heavy, Hu Si used all his strength, but he couldn't move, and he was so tired that he was panting by the pit.

However, the coffin has been found, what is the reason for giving up halfway?

Thinking that after getting the baby and selling it, there would be countless good wine and meat, Hu Si's strength came back, and the strength of the milk was used, and the coffin lid finally "creaked", like the old wooden door of the decaying ancestral hall, which was gently pushed open by an outsider, leaking a gap.

Hu Si took a closer look with a kerosene lamp, and then he knew why he couldn't pry it.

But seeing that at the interface between the lid of the bronze coffin and the coffin body, someone mixed it with cinnabar with dog blood, and added some mud-like paste that I don't know what it was, a thick layer of paste, and a faint fragrance of sandalwood, I immediately frowned.

And the reason why he shoveled a crack was not because of anything else, these things seemed to have been glued to it for a long time, and became brittle and thin like plaster, and a large pile of red debris fell with a slight knock.

No wonder he didn't shovel for half a day.

Hu Si secretly scolded "bad luck", it was not easy to find a coffin, it was so difficult, but he smiled in an instant: Now the burned meat is in his mouth, just waiting for himself to take a bite, no matter what he doesn't care about 3721, throw away the shovel and use his back to push the coffin lid on, and lift the coffin lid halfway.

"Sparse—"

A big black rat scurried past Hu Si's feet, not running away or making trouble, standing on his legs, his little dripping eyes rolling straight away, looking at this bold human with curiosity.

Hu Si kicked it away, "Go and go, today is really a good thing that any dog dares to disturb Uncle Ben, and when Uncle Ben is developed, this village will not be able to stay." ”

The big gray mouse was kicked out by Hu Si, turned around several times, got up in a gray way, glared at Hu Si viciously with a pair of red eyes, and disappeared into a hole in the ground.

The lid of the coffin was finally pushed open, and Hu Si carried a kerosene lamp to shine into the bronze coffin, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

The person in the coffin was wearing a moon-white embroidered long skirt with silver flowing clouds, and saw the embroidered silk A slender crochet around the waist. The slender waist is slim, and the balance is unbearable. The waterfall-like black hair is lazily draped on the weak and boneless fragrant shoulders, only a few strands are pulled into a flying fairy bun, and a woman is inserted into a gold flower and beads to shake, simple and without losing the demeanor. When the skirt is flying, it is hazy and wants to go. The people on the edge are like the moon, and the frost and snow are condensed on the wrists. Qianqianyu held a gold bracelet in her hand, and the skin that reflected it could be broken.

Bow your head and blush your face, and your cold teeth are as small as cherry blossoms.

His black hair is like three thousand ink fragrances, two dais are painted in autumn, and a hairpin hangs down from the moon marks. Turning the eyes and flowing essence, smooth and jade. The words were not spit out, and the breath was like a quiet orchid. The cheeks are condensed with new lily, the nose is greasy with goose fat, the peach is plum, and the red lips are bright.

The state of the Qing Immortals, like a pearl and a jewel, can provide how many beauties like flowers across the clouds of Tang poems and Song lyrics?

Begonias before rain, pear blossoms snow first, like famous flowers blooming in the field, nourishing vines and clearing the pond.

The sky is lonely, the green leans on the high pavilion, and the middle stream is blue and misty. But outside the Guanghan Gate, there is no repetition of the green. Tibetan Jiaokou, jasper, willow eyebrows, phoenix eyes. The clouds are ethereal, and the eyebrows are trimmed. Dan lips are bright on the outside, and Hao teeth are fresh on the inside. Practice the literature of the long journey, and drag the light of the fog. The fragrance of the faint orchid is stumbling in the corner of the mountain.

Think of Beique Zhu Palace, Qionglin Yushu. I don't know where it is. Qian who asked, Ling Bo walked lightly. Insulting gaze and riding on the Qin girl. I want to sing in the garden, and I am dancing in a neon dress. No flute is to be worried. Just like the summer is rising and the lake is deeper and more secluded, and the west wind falls on the wood and the hibiscus is in autumn; Just like the flying snow and dark sky and clouds, the new pu out of the water weeping willows Yingzhou.

If there is a fairy concubine in the world, it is really the king of the Qing Dynasty, and the country of Tianxiang is beautiful?

I thought that the first thing that attracted this Hu Si was the colorful embroidered and brilliant funeral goods of this woman's coffin, but this woman's fairy jade face, even in this black light and blind fire, also shone clearly, which directly made Hu Si a heart of profit wrapped in fear by this situation, and the spring tide sprouted.

Anyway, I want these funeral items myself, and this beautiful corpse is dead as if it is alive, it is better to-

Hey.

Digression: Ladies and gentlemen, the editor in charge of the blocked chapter didn't help me get it out of Officer Wang's hands, and I was cold. I've got to figure it out.