Didn't you say okay, the money will be given in a few days! Mrs. Lao Lu squinted her eyes and said slowly.

"I can't wait, the collection has arrived!" The old man's stiff voice sounded from outside.

"You go back first, and I'll send you the money later!" Mrs. Lu said in a suppressed voice.

"Good!"

The old man's deep voice sounded, and there was no movement outside.

"You two let's go, I can't stay in the village anymore, I can't keep you if I stay!" Mrs. Lao Lu turned her head, took it out in her arms, took out two palm-sized lucky bags, and handed them over.

I hesitated for a moment, but then took it and asked, "Auntie, what do you mean by this?" ”

"This thing is very useful, you take it!"

Mrs. Lu said as she took out a note and handed it over, saying, "This is the address of my three grandsons, you go out to see them for me, especially the boss, he is about to take the college entrance examination." Just give them the money! ”

I took it and looked at it, and there were three names and school addresses on it, and the handwriting was crooked, but it was very serious.

No matter what Mrs. Lao Lu's three grandsons did to her, she was sincere to her three grandsons.

"When he saw my three grandchildren, especially the eldest grandson, he should not worry about me. Study hard, take the exam, and strive to get into a good university! ”

Mrs. Lao Lu chattered, while explaining, while inviting me and the fat man out, when she walked to the door, she instructed: "After going out." Whoever calls your name, don't say yes, get in the car and leave! ”

"Auntie, we know!" I said at the same time as the fat man.

Closing the door, the fat man and I looked at each other, and there was a feeling that I couldn't speak.

Our brothers, although one is an incense shop and the other is an anchor, but the side business is to catch ghosts and exorcise demons.

It is impossible to walk, and if you want to find out the truth about Yongping Village, the method is actually very simple, just find a corpse and check it.

In the afternoon, Zhang Miao took our brothers around the village, not to mention anything else, for the condition of the corpse, our brothers were still clear.

Walking out of Mrs. Lao Lu's house, our brothers stood at the door for more than three minutes, one of us smoked a cigarette, and found nothing, no ghosts, and no corpses like Lao Zhangtou.

Three minutes later, the fat man and I entered Lao Zhou's house, and when the incense was served in the afternoon, the old man in Zhang Miao's coffin was called Uncle Zhou.

The coffin lid was not closed, revealing a fist-sized opening, the fat man and I did not turn on the light, after pushing the coffin, we used the light of the mobile phone to observe the corpse.

The corpse was the same as most of the dead, no different, except that the facial expression was slightly weird, and the corners of the mouth were pulled upward, as if smiling.

"Brother, don't you want to?" The fat man asked.

"!" I nodded.

"Okay!"

The fat man answered, raised the two hands of the corpse, and a red rope passed through the tiger's mouth of both hands, tying the two thumbs together.

I took out a hard-boiled egg, peeled it and stuffed it into the corpse's mouth, put a stroke on the corpse's eyebrows, and burned three incense sticks in front of the coffin, which was regarded as atonement.

When he came in the afternoon, Zhang Miao said that this old Zhou Tou died in April, and it has been more than half a year since he calculated the time.

It stands to reason that the corpse should be decomposed, but the corpse has remained the same as when it was dead, and there is only one possibility, from the corpse to the stiff.

It's not just this one, but the corpses in Yongping Village are all in this state, which is a bit strange, to say that it is a natural change, I don't believe it. Someone must be behind it.

In order to prevent the corpse from changing, the fat man and I could only do some preventive measures.

"Brother, do you do it or do I do it?"

Do a good measure, the fat man asked.

"I'll come, you can help me light it up!" I said.

"Hmm!"

The fat man nodded, pointed his phone at the coffin, turned on the flashlight function, and helped me illuminate it.

I leaned down and peeled the shroud off the upper body of the corpse, revealing the upper half of the corpse, and I took out a wooden needle and began the test.

The first part is the throat, and a prerequisite for the transformation from a corpse to a stiff body is that there is a breath of resentment in the throat, which cannot be spit out or swallowed.

I plunged the wooden needle into my throat, and after drilling for a half-sound, I pulled out the wooden needle, and the tip of the wooden needle did not change at all.

The wooden needle is made of thunder splitting wood, specially used to test the qi of resentment, dexterous and convenient, the tip of the needle has not changed, it can only indicate one problem, this corpse has no resentment.

How did it become like this without resentment?

This time, without using a wooden needle, my hand went down the corpse's throat, squeezing and examining it, pressing it to the middle of the body. I paused.

The Jizhong acupoint is located on the midline of the chest, between the two breasts, is a large acupoint of the human body, which is the human gate among the four gates of heaven, earth, man and ghost, corresponding to the heart.

Both Taoists and Buddhists regard the heart as the abode of the soul, it is said. When the door is wide open, it is possible to open the wisdom of the person, which is commonly known as the memory of the past life.

Not only people, but also for zombies, the heart is also a top priority.

But this press makes me feel very strange, it stands to reason. The corpse turns into a zombie, and the first thing that should be strengthened is the Jizhong acupoint.

But when I pressed it, I felt like I was not working, and his ribcage seemed to be empty.

The fat man noticed that my expression was wrong, so he didn't ask, but made eye contact with me, and then quietly pulled out the copper coin sword. Get ready to get your hands dirty.

The two of us looked at each other, each silently counted three numbers, and at the same time exerted force to turn the body over.

On the back of the corpse, in the middle of the vertebrae, where the spine point is located, there is a hole the size of an adult's fist. The granules at the entrance of the cave are dark red and the color of frozen pork.

The fat man pointed his phone at the hole, and a white light shone in, and a handful of yellow-white hair came into our sight.

Looking at the handful of hair, I understood everything, clenched the black skin, and said in a deep voice to the hole: "Come out!" ”

Nothing happened.

"Come out!"

I repeat. The tone subconsciously aggravated.

Still no response.

"Shame on the face!"

The fat man snorted coldly, and the copper coin sword stabbed into the fist-sized hole.

"Huh?"

Under the stab, the fat man's face changed, and he said, "Brother, it doesn't feel right, it's dead!" ”

"Dead?"

I motioned for the fat man to draw his copper coin sword and touched it with my black skin. It's stiff to the touch, and it's dead indeed.

"What's going on?"

I muttered, reached into the hole, grabbed the handful of hair, and pulled it upward, and I pulled a stiff, yellow-skinned corpse out.

This yellow skin should be very old, the hair at the corners of the mouth is yellow and white, and the hair at the door of the head is slightly bald. A pair of small eyes that are half-open and half-closed are the color of dead fish.

"Brother, what do you mean?" The fat man frowned and pointed at the yellow skin and asked.

"Raise corpses with corpses!"

I put the yellow skin aside, pressed the back of Lao Zhoutou, and took a photo with my mobile phone, but it was empty.

Old Zhoutou's upper body was empty, and there was nothing in it!

It's easy to say, human corpses. If you put it alone in a coffin, it will rot over time.

The same is true for yellow skins, whether the body is thrown in the wild or buried in the ground, it will definitely rot.

If you want not to decompose, to preserve the integrity of the corpse, there are also methods, find a place to gather shade, bury the corpse in it, nine times out of ten it will not rot.

But the topography of Juyin Land is rare, and secondly, every such terrain is coveted by people, and it is not at all something that one or two yellow skins can compete for.

In addition to this method. Is there another way?

Yes, it's very simple, relatively speaking, the human body is the most prone to change, or a breath of resentment in the throat, or death in vain, in many cases. People are all going to be corpses.

But the corpse transformation alone can't sustain the corpse for too long, or the resentment is vented, or the sun is shining, and after a long time, the resentment dissipates, and the corpse will rot.

Or as I said before. If you don't want the body to rot, it's best to find a place to gather yin and nourish the body with yin energy.

Another method is the method of this yellow-skinned man today, to raise the corpse with the corpse, and the corpse to conceive the corpse.

Take the corpse of a human and cultivate the corpse of the yellow skin, so as to ensure that neither corpse will decompose.

This method. Not very humane.

What if people die of old age without illness, with no regrets, and no resentment in their throats?

Summoning the soul of the corpse, forcibly punching the soul into the corpse, then hollowing out the corpse, digging a hole in the corpse's spine for the yellow skin to live in.

In this way, the corpse has its own hatred, and the yin qi comes from the inside out, which can naturally ensure that the corpse does not rot and nourishes the body of the yellow skin.

As time continues, the yellow skin can also devour the yin in the corpse and feed itself.

This is the case with the corpse of Lao Zhoutou.

If you want to do this, you need someone to cooperate, and it is not realistic to rely on Huang Pizi alone.

"Zhang Miao!"

After explaining, the fat man blurted out a name.

I suspect him too. I can't think of anyone else but him.

Although I doubted, I couldn't understand his motives, he was from the village, and almost all of these old people in the village grew up watching him. How much hatred and how much hatred did he have to do this?

Of course, at the moment it is only doubts.

Also, where is the soul of this yellow-skinned man?

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