Yu Wanli died a murderous death, and she was buried in Juyin for so long, so she couldn't open the coffin directly.

I pulled out the fountain from the tool, circled the coffin, and bounced the fountain line a few times. My ink fountain lines are soaked with cinnabar mixed with black dog blood, which can effectively ensure that even if the contents are corpsed, they will not be able to directly overturn the lid.

I handed Jiang Yifeng a few yellow talismans and a peachwood sword and asked him to follow me. After checking a few times that it was correct, I pulled out the carving knife and began to uncover the coffin's mud seal.

The carving knife I used to open the seal at this time has a background, although the object is relatively old, and it may not really be worth much, but its value is not worth any amount of money. It is said that this carving knife was given to my grandfather by the old carpenter's family according to his will when his grandfather carried the coffin of an old carpenter who had a long reputation in Shili Eight Village.

As the head of the four craftsmen of wood, stone, iron, and rice in our rural areas, carpenters have a high status among the beneficiaries. In addition, the old carpenter has handled an unknown number of furniture and countless coffins in his life. The ghost is afraid of him, but he also respects him, and the tools in his hands are contaminated with aura because of this.

When this knife was in my grandfather's hands, it was a treasure. I remember when I was a child, I used to see my grandfather offer this carving knife to the top of the offering table in our house, burn incense and worship, and perform very respectful salutes.

Now it's in my hands, and this is the first time I've used it!

The carving knife slowly broke through the soil of the sealed coffin under my hand, and I could feel a chill coming from the blade held down with one hand, but the position of the handle of the knife inexplicably exuded a warm feeling. Hot and cold staggered, and the warm air flow pushed upwards along the blade, as if it was competing with the yin qi coming from the coffin.

I slowly pushed the carving knife, breaking through the mud seal all the way until the lid was completely separated from the adhesion of the coffin below, and the path of the carving knife was never broken.

Seeing that things were going so well, my heart was slightly relieved, and I beckoned Jiang Yifeng and said, "Push away a little!" ”

The two of us stood on either side of the coffin and worked together to slowly push the lid open a slit.

Suddenly, the coffin suddenly shook.

The tooth-sore sound of clanging like a broken car crushing the road came, and in front of everyone's eyes, the coffin began to shake violently from side to side. Thanks to the fact that a layer of ink fountain wire was played outside, the coffin could be temporarily restrained, so that it would not be shaken apart between such a high-frequency impact and shaking.

Jiang Yifeng was stunned and at a loss.

I hurriedly picked up the yellow charm that he threw on the ground just now in order to push the coffin lid conveniently, holding the yellow charm between my fingers, and reciting words in my mouth: "Wuyue starts from Taishan Xiong in the east, and reaches Laoshan Mountain in the north; The west is connected with the thousands of peaks of Huayue, and the south mountains are beautiful in late autumn; The peaks of Zhongyue Song Mountain are high, and the fine water flows turbulently and draws silver hooks; The disciple now borrows the divine power of the mountain to suppress the evil and be worry-free; I invite the gods of Wuyue to be as anxious as the law, and break it! ”

With the last note, the yellow fu 'exhaled' in the wind and spontaneously combusted.

I threw the burning yellow talisman through the crack in the coffin lid, only to hear a loud 'bang', and the shaking coffin suddenly fell silent.

But before I could let go of this breath, I saw a dark red liquid slowly oozing out of the cracks. The liquid was viscous, foul-smelling, and smelled like blood, but it looked different from human blood.

I watched in amazement as the blood continued to seep out, gradually sliding down the coffin wall through the gap in the coffin, spreading out from the bottom of the coffin, and gathering together at my feet.

I picked up the mantra in my hand, raised my right hand and drew a charm in the palm of my left hand, and held it in my hand. He said silently in his heart: Patriarch Jiang is still here, the gods are unscrupulous, the ghosts are untaboo, the yin and yang are smooth, and there are no taboos......

After silently reading it a few times, I became distinctly aware that the pus and blood that had reached my feet was slowly flowing behind me, bypassing the place where I was stepping on my feet.

However, this evil power is limited in the end, and soon after bypassing me, it has exhausted its strength, stopped spreading, and slowly seeped into the ground instead.

At the same time, the crack where the coffin was opened no longer oozes blood.

That's when I finally let go of that breath. The empty right hand picked up the bag containing glutinous rice and five-colored grain, still clutched the charm in the palm of his hand, recited the mantra to ward off evil spirits, and stepped through the pus and blood to the coffin.

Seeing this, Jiang Yifeng stepped forward to help me, so I hurriedly drank him. Walking alone to the coffin, he let go of his left hand, took out glutinous rice and five-color grain from his pocket, and stuffed them into the coffin along the gap.

"Wait a minute!" I said a word, walked over to Jiang Yifeng's side and sat down.

When I pushed through the gap, I felt the yin qi, and the yin qi was so heavy that it didn't even look like it could be released from a corpse. I have to admire this method of hiding yin qi, which is really too far-sighted and means.

It is precisely because the yin qi inside is too heavy, so if you want to open the coffin without hurting other people, then you can only let it go for a while longer, anyway, the inside has been quiet, and the five-color grain and glutinous rice that absorb the yin qi are thrown in, and it is estimated that there will be no problems.

"Little coffin, do you want me to call people back again?" Taking advantage of the opportunity for me to rest and wait, Zhang Youquan came to my side and asked.

I thought about it for a moment and shook my head, "Although there aren't many people now, everyone is tired." But you are the only relative of the deceased, you are gone, there is no one left, how can I preside over picking up the bones and re-entering the coffin? You can't go! ”

I said, but I also thought that the eight immortals had too much physical exertion, and they would have to carry the coffin to the new grave site later, and the road might not be easy. When they arrived, they had to dig a new grave. And all of this must be done today. Therefore, calling someone over to help is almost a must.

I thought about it for a while, and quickly made up my mind, I said to Jiang Yifeng: "Yifeng, it's better for you to go for a run." I went directly to their village chief and told him that I would borrow a team of eight immortals to come over and help carry the coffin. ”

"And what if they won't come?" Jiang Yifeng's face was eager to try when he asked this, obviously not with an attitude of inquiry, but asking me for 'Shang Fang Sword'! As long as I dare to nod my head now, he will dare to fight one against eight in a while, or even with one enemy village, and he will definitely use force to solve the problem that the other party is very likely to not cooperate.

I knew his character very well, so I hurriedly instructed him: "Don't mess around! I told you to go to the village chief, and you just went directly to their village, found their village chief, and made it clear to him. In other people's villages, why do you still want to use force? Besides, I asked them to come to help carry the coffin! If you kid people up, and they can't help them, what else can you do? Go, go, don't delay me. ”

Jiang Yifeng reluctantly agreed, got up and walked back.

I kept my eyes on the coffin, and silently made a wish in my heart that there would be no more baskets.

I can imagine that at this time, in the village below, it is estimated that we have encountered a 'blood grave' on the mountain. But I wasn't worried that the village chief would refuse to help me for this reason.

Because the village chief knew very well that if it weren't for the fact that the situation on our side had been properly controlled, judging from the brotherhood between Jiang Yifeng and me, it would be impossible for him to leave me and go down the mountain to move the rescue troops. Therefore, Jiang Yifeng appeared in front of him, just to tell him that the situation here has been controlled, and all we need is for him to do me a small favor.