The staircase is not high, and the slope is gentle, so there's no reason to fall to your death!

We ran down the stairs and looked at the dead cat, whose eyes were wide and bloody. But it was indeed a fall to his death!

Shi San quickly ran over, and Second Master Wei also walked out of the room and walked over quickly.

Shisan stared at the dead cat, his expression a little stunned, obviously a little unexpected.

This guy stared at it for most of the day, but the cat died like this, and he had to die of depression.

"How did you get this cat to run away?" I asked.

He didn't answer, he looked at the cat corpse, his brows furrowed more and more, and after a long while, he spat out two words: "Curse." ”

What does a curse mean? It is to pray for ghosts and gods to bring disaster to the person they hate, that is, to harm people with the power of ghosts and gods, to put it bluntly, it is a kind of witchcraft. When he said that, could it be that the cat was cursed? Cursed to death?

The cat did die suddenly and bizarrely, and in a blink of an eye, it fell to its death here inexplicably.

Picking up the dead cat, he quickly ran up the stairs and ran towards the room.

What does this guy mean, just carrying the cat corpse back? Don't say anything either? Was the cat really cursed to death?

There was a sound of the door closing, and he returned to his room and closed the door.

We also walked to each of our rooms.

Tu Yi looked at me hesitantly and returned to his room. He hadn't said anything about Fu yet, and he didn't seem to want others to know that he had come to me, including Second Master Wei.

What exactly is that charm?

Virgin blood, child time......

I put away the talisman drawing utensils, along with the two invalid talisman papers on the table. Then go and close the window. A stocky figure walked down the village road. It's the balding middle-aged fat man, doesn't he live in a private house next to him? Why do you come out at night?

I ignored him and closed the window.

When we woke up the next day, the people of the Southern Dharma Society hurriedly came and told us to hurry to the eight coffins.

We immediately went to the fenced clearing, where the others had gathered at the edge of the pit, and looked at the pit with a dark face.

When I came to the edge of the pit and looked down, I saw a figure lying on the side of the coffin, it was the balding middle-aged fat man! His face was buried in the ground, his whole body stiffened, motionless, and a smear of blood flowed from under his body, staining the ground around him red, and he was obviously exhausted.

He came here last night! He saw that the doorway was still something, and he actually went down to the pit! But haven't the people of the Southern Puja been here all the time? If this bald middle-aged man came over, he would definitely know, how did he die overnight and find out?

The corpses in the pit, coupled with the missing flower cat in Shisan's arms, made the atmosphere strange for a while. The claim that the person near the coffin died has been thoroughly confirmed.

"Isn't this place always guarded? Didn't see him over last night? I asked.

Qiu Yitong said distressedly: "He raised a little ghost, he sent the little ghost to the guards last night to dazzle the guards, and he sneaked in, and Chaolin came over this morning to find out that something was wrong." ”

This person just came over, and specially confused others to sneak over, what did he find, so mysterious, it can't be known to others.

"How are you going to get the corpse up now?" Qiu Yitong said distressedly.

"I'm afraid I'll have to call someone down and bring the body up." Chaolin said meaningfully, looking at everyone.

Everyone's faces sank, and going down to the bottom meant that the end would be like that bald middle-aged, but the Nanfa would invite us here, and it would never let us just sit on the sidelines.

The crowd remained silent with calm faces.

"Since no one wants to go down, why don't we draw lots?" Chaolin said.

"It's ridiculous! What kind of solution is this! An old monk said angrily.

Some people started to speak, others said:

"How can this be decided!"

"The stinky boy who has not dried up will come up with this kind of child's play!"

"Is it okay for you to do the Southern Festival?"

……

Qiu Yitong's face changed, and he raised his voice and said: "Since you think that our Southern Dharma will not work, dare to ask you if there is a better way?" Or did someone take the initiative to go down and collect the body! We invite you to come here to solve the mystery of the eight coffins, not to let you accuse me of the Southern Festival! ”

Everyone suddenly fell silent, and their faces turned blue and white. The reason why they are clamoring is nothing more than that they don't want to go down, and they are worried that they will be drawn when the lottery is drawn. But the lottery is indeed a bit of a joke, there are so many people here, so many heads, you can think of other ways.

"The rune paper is broken." Shi San said suddenly, pointing to the coffin next to the bald middle-aged man.

The group looked over, because the distance was too far before, and their attention was focused on the bald middle-aged corpse, and they didn't notice that there were a few pieces of rune paper on the coffin that the corpse was leaning on, and the broken openings were not obvious, they were all one or two vertical scratches, which were obviously scratched by man.

That guy is going to open the coffin, isn't this looking for death! What did he find, how attractive was the contents of this coffin, and could make him so desperate!

Everyone stared at the broken rune paper, their faces were cloudy, their expressions were different, and they had their own thoughts. They couldn't have come here just for money, most of them were for the things in the coffin, and this bald middle-aged man couldn't wait to take the lead, and ended up dying on the side of the coffin.

"It's a curse." Shi San said.

Everyone's faces turned dark, and an old man in a yellow robe said: "There is no curse, it is just a coffin array, what evil things are sealed, as long as the evil things in the coffin are removed, these strange phenomena will naturally be cracked!" ”

"So you have a way, then I'll leave the matter of collecting the body to you." Chaolin Road.

The yellow-robed old man was choked by him, and said: "I don't know what kind of evil thing is sealed now, I can't be rash, do it, wait for me to investigate it clearly, and I will definitely restrain it!" ”

Chaolin smiled and didn't say anything.

It is impossible to go down to collect the body, in fact, this pit is only four or five meters, and it is not very deep, there are still many ways. At my suggestion, I borrowed an iron rake from the villagers, cut a few long bamboo poles and connected them, hooked the corpse with an iron rake, and dragged it up little by little.

The bald middle-aged man was obese and very heavy, and it took a lot of effort for everyone to drag him up.

I looked at the balding middle-aged corpse, and the others came over as well. The blood on his body spit out of his mouth, and the front body was stained red with a large patch, plus it was stained on the ground, so you can imagine how much he vomited at that time. The two eyes were almost falling out, the blood-stained mouth was almost cracked, and the whole body was curled up and stiff, maintaining the state of death, plus the fact that Fang had just dragged it like this, and the whole body was covered with yellow mud. The whole corpse looked miserable and hideous.