There was no light on in the coffin shop, there was a dead silence, and through the dim moonlight leaking in through the gap in the hidden door, Zhang Xiaoluo vaguely saw Wei Xun's fat figure standing behind the door, motionless.

"Fatty, you don't sleep in the middle of the night, what are you doing?"

Zhang Xiaoluo muttered impatiently, and while pushing open the door that only opened a crack, he finally saw Wei Xun's gloomy face clearly.

"Let's help!"

Wei Xun said with an urn as he bent down, clasped a black wooden board in front of him with both hands, and turned his head to Zhang Xiaoluo and commanded.

Zhang Xiaoluo narrowed his eyes and looked intently, what Wei Xun clasped with both hands was actually a coffin lid painted with black paint. In the center of the room, there is a huge coffin without a lid.

"Fat Wei, you called me here for this?"

"What so much nonsense! To do it or not to do it? ”

Wei Xun bent over, pouted his buttocks, and yelled again at Zhang Xiaoluo, who was holding the door with his hand and still standing outside the threshold with one foot. His hands that grabbed the lid of the coffin gradually exerted force, and the lid of the coffin "crackled".

"Who called us two old iron! Alas......"

Zhang Xiaoluo sighed, raised his feet into the room, walked to the other end of the coffin lid, and like Wei Xun, leaned down and reached out to lift the other end of the cold coffin lid.

Neither of them spoke again, and with the strength of their arms, they slowly lifted the cedar coffin lid off the ground.

Wei Xun is fat and powerful, and it is easier to lift the coffin lid that is obviously not light. But Zhang Xiaoluo was thin, and he slowly lifted the coffin lid from the ground without beating or panting.

As the lid of the coffin gradually raised, Zhang Xiaoluo also slowly raised his waist, and his eyes were already squinted into a slit to look at the huge coffin beside him.

On the base of the coffin, there are carved patterns like fish scales, and the coffin body is carved with a soul-chasing bird with round eyes.

The lid of the coffin had risen to the same height as the opening of the coffin, and Zhang Xiaoluo and the others finally stood up straight. He continued to exert his arms and placed the lid on top of the coffin. Then lean towards the lid and slowly push the lid towards the other side of the coffin.

With the horizontal movement of the coffin lid, Zhang Xiaoluo couldn't help but lean forward, and continued to push the coffin lid with his arms, while looking at the huge coffin.

The coffin was pitch black, and there seemed to be a gray-white figure lying faintly. Zhang Xiaoluo's heart moved slightly, and he bent his upper body down a little again without a trace, staring at the figure inside the coffin.

"Smack!"

Zhang Xiaoluo suddenly felt as if someone had pushed him vigorously on his back, and his forward body couldn't restrain himself, so he fell headlong into the coffin. The lid of the coffin, which had been closed for the most part, finally firmly covered the coffin as Zhang Xiaoluo fell into the coffin.

It was pitch black inside the coffin, without the slightest light or sound. The strange thing is that Wei Xun outside the coffin seemed to have disappeared, and there was no movement at all.

Zhang Xiaoluo was lying in the coffin, feeling wet under him, he couldn't help but reach out and touch it, his hands were covered with slimy things, and the smell was extremely fishy.

Zhang Xiaoluo's other hand quickly reached into his arms, took out an object and reached out to pinch it, a faint flame suddenly appeared in the dark coffin, and Zhang Xiaoluo actually held a burning yellow talisman in his finger.

With the bright light of the burning talisman, Zhang Xiaoluo raised his right hand that touched under him, and the dark red sticky blood on his hand was dripping down his palm.

Zhang Xiaoluo looked to the side, and in the coffin, on the side of his body, there was a woman wearing a hospital gown with a high bulging abdomen.

"Bed No. 18 ......"

Zhang Xiaoluo had already faintly realized that something was wrong from the moment Wei Xun knocked on the door in the middle of the night. Wei Xun is not from the Xuanmen, but he has had a lot of contact with the Onmyoji since his grandfather's generation. Although Wei Fatzi is usually very aggressive, he still understands the rule of "don't knock on the door in the middle of the night" of the Onmyoji.

What's more, Zhang Xiaoluo and Wei Xun grew up together since childhood, and Wei Xun has not called Zhang Xiaoluo's name for decades.

Zhang Xiaoluo knew that things were different tonight, but considering Wei Xun's safety, he still walked out of his wooden door and came to the coffin shop that faintly exuded a sense of resentment. He originally thought that it was the evil ghost who tortured Yuan Yincheng who came to make trouble, but he never thought that it was the female ghost of bed No. 18 that he had no time to take care of in recent days.

When Zhang Xiaoluo was a high-ranking onmyoji, he had a fight with this female ghost in the eastern suburbs. At that time, he was not afraid, not to mention that now he has entered the ranks of the Yin Yang Heavenly Master because of his devotion to that resentful ghost.

The unknown is the biggest source of fear, now that it has been figured out that it is the female ghost of bed 18 who is doing the trick, how can Zhang Daguan be polite to her! I saw Zhang Xiaoluo stretch out his right hand full of blood, grabbed the neck of the female ghost lying on his side, and threw his arm hard towards the coffin lid, and actually threw the female corpse next to him to the coffin lid above.

"Bang!"

With a piercing collision sound, the lid of the coffin fell to the ground again, and the female corpse lying next to Zhang Xiaoluo was also thrown out of the coffin by him.

Zhang Xiaoluo slowly stood up from the wet coffin, looked back at Wei Xun, who was already lying at the door of the coffin shop, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

The female ghost in the hospital gown was standing in the shadows outside the coffin, a pair of blood-red ghosts full of resentment stared at Zhang Xiaoluo standing in the coffin, and from time to time let out angry roars from her mouth.

"I'm not looking for you, but you took the initiative to come to the door! I just sent you to reincarnation! ”

Zhang Xiaoluo's eyes narrowed into a slit. He said something calmly, and then his gaze moved downwards to the female ghost's high bulging abdomen, and his heart couldn't help but be shocked.

I remember that the baby in the womb of the female ghost in bed No. 18 that day had been taken away by the ghost woman who fell into the shadows, and the belly of her ghost body should be flattened! But the female ghost in front of her is clearly a sign of pregnancy and a ghost baby!

Zhang Xiaoluo's left thumb and fingertips pinched lightly on the top of his middle finger, and a drop of blood overflowed, and he pointed the blood between his forehead and eyebrows. Where the blood stained, a slender rune appeared.

The runes flickered, slowly opened, and finally turned into an upside-down pupil.

Yin and Yang Heavenly Master, three eyes between the eyebrows!

"You...... You are a Yin Yang Heavenly Master! ”

The white face of the female ghost outside the coffin showed a hint of panic slightly, and she couldn't help but take half a step back, looked at Zhang Xiaoluo, whose eyes were already open, and spoke softly.

Zhang Xiaoluo didn't pay attention to the female ghost, the third eye between his eyebrows stared at the female ghost's high bulging abdomen, and looked fixedly.

A baby in a red jacket was curled up in the belly of the female ghost, his eyes closed, and streams of black gas overflowed from the baby's body, moistening the female ghost's whole body.

"Resentful ghosts turn into babies, double ghost condensation!"