The farmer was a little hairy.

In his bones, he is a relatively feudal person.

He was eating, drinking, and having fun a while ago, and he spent the dead man's money from the dead second lady of the master's family.

It's bad enough.

At this moment, the second lady is buried in that cemetery.

This is going to go, and I run into the second lady to collect debts, but what should I do?

So, the night before, he stayed at home, tossing and turning all night, and didn't dare to go.

But by the next day, he couldn't hold it anymore.

At home, there is no decent food left.

He is used to eating big fish and meat, so let him eat bran and pharyngeal vegetables again, and the farmer will naturally not be able to adapt to it.

No money, it's really not a solution.

So, the next night, he gritted his teeth and took the human skin map with him.

Sneaking around, he sneaked into the cemetery of a large family.

After the mysterious death of the last mausoleum keeper, the owner's family changed to a new mausoleum keeper.

It was an old man with half a foot in the coffin.

Before the night was over, the old man's eyelids trembled, and he went to sleep in the cabin in the cemetery.

The farmer watched from afar, and it was not until the old man had extinguished the candle in the room that he crept on to the railing and climbed in.

He followed the guidance of the human skin map, passed through the mounds of graves, and finally arrived at his destination.

is a new grave.

Look at the soil is still very fresh.

There is a line written on the tombstone.

The tomb of the filial daughter Zhao's second lady Yaxin.

The farmer quickly pressed his face to the tablet, and by the light of the moon, he could barely read the inscription on the tablet.

Zhao Yaxin.

Zhao Yaxin......

After reading it several times, the expression on the farmer's face suddenly became frightened.

Zhao Yaxin.

Isn't this the second Miss Zhao family who died some time ago......

On the night of her burial, the grave was dug up by the mausoleum keepers.

The mausoleum keeper stole some silver from her grave, and when she was about to leave, she died at home for some reason.

Only then was the farmer picked up a bargain and took away the dead man's money.

The last thing he wanted to see tonight was something about Miss Zhao Er......

The purpose of the black dog to let him come here is not possible......

Do you want him to dig up the grave of the second lady again?

The farmer glanced at the black dog, who pointed to the grave with the tip of his nose, verifying his guess.

The farmer's face turned pale.

He had just spent Miss Zhao Er's dead money on his front foot, and he was going to dig Miss Zhao Er's grave with his back foot......

No matter how good Miss Zhao Er is, she will turn into a ghost to lock his life......

He crouched on the grave and smoked a pouch of dry cigarettes.

The face is cloudy.

Eventually, the farmer cursed and punched the ground.

The silver is for the living, what is the reason for burying it in a coffin?

It's a big deal, Lao Tzu borrowed a few taels of silver from the coffin first.

When you get lucky, you can turn it over, and then you can return it.

After giving himself a justifiable excuse, the farmer was suddenly less afraid.

He stole a shovel from a nearby farmer's house and dug it up.

This shovel is not easy to use.

But fortunately, the mound at the head of the grave is very loose.

It's as if there's something in the coffin that wants to crawl out.

The soil that pressed the coffin was loosened by the shock......

With this idea, the farmer was shocked.

The more I looked at the grave in front of me, the more scared I became.

At this time, an inexplicable gust of wind blew. There was a rattle of the leaves of the nearby trees.

The shovel in the farmer's frightened hand was unstable.

He dropped his shovel and wanted to run.

But as soon as he turned his head, a pair of eyes more terrifying than a hungry wolf were staring at him from behind.

Naturally, it's the black dog.

The black dog pointed to the grave with the tip of his nose, apparently trying to get the farmer to keep digging.

Moreover, looking at the posture of the black dog, there is a smell of the farmer daring to run, and it dares to bark.

Damn, a dirt dog, and threatened Lao Tzu.

If you hadn't been thinking about the silver in the coffin, Lao Tzu would have stewed you when he turned around.

The farmer was angry and afraid.

But seeing the black dog's unrelenting posture, he had to continue digging down.

Digging and digging, "ding".

It was the sound of a shovel hitting a coffin.

The farmer was overjoyed.

He leaned down. The mound was peeled open, revealing the full picture of the coffin.

It was a pitch-black red coffin, slightly small.

After the farmer pried open the coffin with a shovel, he felt a trace of black smoke spilling from the coffin, whether it was an illusion or some reason.

The farmer only said that he was too nervous and hallucinated, but he didn't care.

He pried open the coffin and poked his head out to take a look.

Lying inside was a delicate girl. It's very cute.

The eyebrows are clear and the face is serene.

Not at all like a dead man.

But the farmer's attention was all on the girl's side, on the snowflakes and silver that accompanied the burial.

Between the coffin and the corpse, there were snow-white silver bars.

In the moonlight, it sparkles.

At a glance, there are three hundred taels to say the least.

The farmer's eyes were straight.

He put down the basket, gasping for air in his nostrils, and filled the basket with silver.

"Huh?"

Pretend.

The farmer's hand accidentally touched something bulging.

He looked down. Suddenly turned pale with fright.

Miss Zhao Er's belly ......

Somehow, it puffed up.

The farmer remembered that when he first started to pry the coffin, Miss Zhao Er's stomach was still flat.

After only a few moments, the belly was bulging to the size of a watermelon.

It's like a pregnant woman who is nine months pregnant.

Miss Zhao Er's serene and plain face, I don't know when, was plated with a layer of frost......

The green-faced fangs are like a rakshasa collecting debts......

The smell of ink and charcoal hit his nose and choked him.

The farmer was taken aback.

He was already afraid in his heart, and the sudden change almost scared him.

The farmer dropped his shovel and turned his head and ran, only hating his father and mother for not giving him two more legs.

He was so anxious that he forgot to take the black dog with him.

By the time he realized it, he had run back to his home.

What happened tonight was so strange that he really couldn't have the courage to go back to the cemetery and bring the black dog out.

I was so nervous, as if I had slept all night.

When he opened his eyes the next day, he suddenly found that the black dog was actually lying next to his pillow.

This black dog has only a bare head, no hands and no legs.

I don't usually see it go out, but I didn't expect to be able to grope my way home.

The farmer couldn't help but rejoice.

But somehow, after last night's experience, the black dog gave him a different feeling than before.

Under the empty eyes, there is unspeakable viciousness and cruelty.

Like a man-eating tiger......

It made his heart palpitate.

The farmer hid at home until noon. before going out to the vicinity of the cemetery.

I want to see if he was found digging the grave last night.

If you don't make any inquiries, something strange happened in the cemetery......

Last night, Miss Zhao Er's grave was dug up again.

But this time it's even worse!

Not only was the grave dug open, but Miss Zhao Er's body was also missing.

The ancients paid the most attention to entering the soil for safety.

Even if you steal money and harass the dead, you don't even let go of the body of the dead......

I can't stand this on anyone.

Therefore, the owner of the cemetery, that is, the rich man of Zhao, was furious.

Now we are working with the government to find the prisoners.

When the farmer heard this, he was immediately frightened enough.

It is true that he is the one who digs the grave.

But the purpose of his grave digging last night was entirely for the money of the dead who accompanied the burial.

Miss Zhao Er's corpse, he didn't move.

He snapped, recalling the horrific scene of the previous night.

Miss Zhao Er, with a bulging belly like a pregnant woman......

What really happened after he was gone?

Is Miss Tuesday cheating?

Or something else happened.

And that black dog......

Last night, the farmer left it alone and fled.

Will the disappearance of the corpse have anything to do with the black dog?

This black dog has always been very evil.

Ever since it entered the house, strange things have happened one after another.

The more the farmer thought about it, the more frightened he became, and he trembled with fear.

He was worried that the black dog would harm him.

I bought a pig-killing knife at the market, and asked the chicken killer for some chicken blood.

Packed in a fish urine bubble, I returned home with a trembling heart.

But the black dog has returned to its usual appearance.

Lying at his feet, sticking out his tongue vigorously, not to mention being more obedient.

The farmer has had a black dog for so long and has a feeling for it.

In addition, the evil things I heard about may not be related to the black dog.

So he quickly let his guard down.

He pulled out the basket from under the bed.

What was contained in it was naturally his harvest last night - the dead man's money for Miss Zhao Er's funeral.