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"Abba. ("As soon as my mother returned to my grandfather's house in the mountain village, I threw myself on him and sobbed, the children are so old and they are about to graduate from college, so I didn't expect this to happen.")

Grandpa patted my mother's back sadly: "Xiu'er, let her go in the past, this child's life is not good, when he was a child, I took him to the provincial capital and met a fortune teller, and he said that he had a thin life and would not live to be 20 years old, but I didn't expect him to really give it to him." ”

Grandpa coughed violently a few times, and the news of my death hit him the hardest, "However, the fortune teller said that as long as Yun'er is sealed with a copper coffin after his death, things will still turn around." ”

"Dad, is this the reason why you buried our family's heirloom in Yun'er? Do you believe in this kind of thing? Dad Yang Zhi frowned and asked, he was not too sad, the man has always been the pillar of the family, even if the sky falls, he has to carry it.

"I also know that this thing sounds too grotesque, but we happen to have this bronze coffin at home, and it doesn't matter what kind of heirloom it is, I just hope that Xiaoyun's child can go over there with dignity and have a good birth in the next life."

Grandpa Yang De sighed.

"Dad, we'll go back in the afternoon, Xiaoyun will trouble your old man to take care of it more."

Yang Zhi's voice trembled a little.

"Alas, go ahead, I was always with him when I was a child, and I will always be with him in the future."

Yang De seems to have aged a lot in an instant.

During the day in this small mountain village, all of them are shrouded in fog, and the solemnity in the air can be wrung out of water, and the whole mountain village is filled with a depressing atmosphere.

The mountain wind swirled around the village, making a cool whimper, which frightened the children in the village, and it was the day of my burial, and the sound of the mountain wind was like someone crying quietly.

Under the depressing atmosphere, there were basically no villagers going out on this day.

At night, the mountain wind became stronger, and the mountain wind blowing from the open area slapped fiercely on the houses in the village, and the big 'door', window, and roof were all beaten so that the children were so frightened that they cried.

In a quaint stone house in the village, Yang De sat on the 'bed' couch, and his eyes that had been closed suddenly broke away: "Something is wrong, it has only been 4 days since Yun'er died now, and 3 days of funeral meals plus half a day of funeral are not right." ”

There are about 100 households and more than 300 residents in this small mountain village, although the number is small, but the history of the mountain village is extremely long, and Yang De is the head of the small mountain village.

Yang De stood up and pushed open the window made of peach wood, and looked at the situation outside the house with fixed eyes: "Look at this formation, it's not the first seven soul nights, is there something wrong?" ”

He only dared to look in the house, and did not dare to step out of the 'door' at random at such a time. As the head of a mountain village, he has a lot of experience, and he has experienced unusual things in his life.

"Whoosh", a gust of wind mixed with thick smoke and dust hit Yang De's window.

Yang De hurriedly closed the window tightly, "Oh no, could it be that something happened to Yun'er?" ”

He always remembered that when he was a child, his grandfather told him that there was an evil spirit buried in this valley, and his grandfather told him that as long as there were enough middle-aged men in the mountain village, he could suppress the evil spirit and prevent him from coming out to cause trouble in the mountain village.

The only way to suppress that evil spirit is to rely on the blood of the man. Therefore, generations of village chiefs in mountain villages will tell the villagers that no matter how backward they are, they must leave some men behind.

Yang De knew these things, except for the next village chief, he would not tell anyone else, and he was still tough, and it was still early to retire, so the successor village chief was not chosen.

"Impossible, there are more than 30 men in our village, and the blood is enough to suppress that evil spirit."

Yang De muttered to himself.

Just as he wanted to open the window again, a fishy wind hit Yang De's face through the crack in the window, making him cough again and again.

"Looks like they don't want me out." Yang De indifferently sat back on the 'bed' couch.

The mountain village is 'swinging' and uneasy, but the cemetery on the edge of the mountain village is pouring rain for no reason, and the 'yin' in the air is too much, which will lead to sudden rainstorms, and many cemeteries are 'cloudy' all year round, which is the same reason.

"Roar... A muffled roar could be heard in the distance, the piercing force of the sound was strong, echoing throughout the cemetery.

Listening to that voice, it seemed that he was afraid of something. At this moment, the sound of the joints moving in the cemetery was audible, and it was heard from my grave.

After I died, my consciousness was supposed to disperse and return to the earth and disappear from this world, but suddenly an inexplicably powerful external force pulled my will and stabilized my consciousness from leaving my body, and I felt very warm.

It's like listening to my grandfather's stories in my grandfather's arms as a child, and then, this power seems to help me take control of my body.

Originally, I couldn't move, but with the help of this power, I gradually regained control of my body, but with every bit of control I felt, I felt endless pain, the pain of my shriveled torso and muscles.

When I died, my blood had dried up, my skeleton and internal organs had dried up, and no matter what, I couldn't recover now.

At the same time, this force also injected and 'shot' an unknown silvery white 'color' liquid in my body, and my consciousness was a little clear, but I couldn't move, I could only "watch" all this happen.

I calculated the time, and about 10 hours had passed since I woke up to the present, and my body seemed to be absorbing something from the outside, and I thought it should be death, because I now feel that my whole body is cold, cold to the depths of my soul.

I don't know how long it took for me to be able to take full control of my body, I opened my eyes, only to find myself in a bronze box, remembering that I was dead, I had been buried, and I suddenly became terrified, what was going on? Why did I wake up all of a sudden?

On second thought, I'm all dead, and I still care so much? Because I just woke up, my memory was a bit 'messy' and 'messy', and I tried hard to recall that it should be in my grandfather's heirloom bronze coffin now.

Thinking of my grandfather, I can't help but regret it, the previous suicide was too childish, because of my death, how sad my grandfather and parents should be!

"I'm so hungry!" I had a strong thirst for blood, and subconsciously 'touched' my stomach, but there was no expected warmth in my stomach, only hard skin, and all my organs had long since dried up.

"How so!" I froze, and although I wondered if I came back from the dead, it was a good thing after all, and it was better to live than to die. But why did I become like this?

I suppressed my thirst for blood and probed the bronze coffin.

The space of the bronze coffin is still relatively large, and I can turn over freely, so I looked up at my body, and the scene I saw made me dare not imagine that I was still alone.

From the feet to the 'chest', the skin was all wrinkled, like wax paper, and the whole person was so thin that I couldn't speak, I was just a layer of skin wrapped in bones, and I was scared when I looked at it.

"Wait, why do I have corpse spots on my chest?" I screamed and 'groped' up and down, and every sign was that I wasn't human anymore.

"Huhu", my breathing became rapid, I didn't believe that I was not a human anymore, until I pressed my hand on the 'chest', my heart was not beating at all, then I realized that I was no longer human, even if I woke up, it was just a corpse, just a corpse that could think and have its own consciousness! It's something I never thought about, it's ridiculous.

"Roar... Just when I was upset and confused, a low whimper came from outside the bronze coffin, and wave after wave hit my endurance.

I was really disturbed by the voice, besides, I have to go out sooner or later, since I woke up, no matter whether I am a human or a ghost, it is impossible to stay in this bronze coffin all the time.

I 'groped' in the dark, and found that my eyesight was much better, and I could see everything in the bronze coffin in the dark.

This bronze coffin is full of weirdness, and the exterior is very simple and unpretentious, but the interior is carved with complicated 'flower' patterns, which makes me dizzy.

I searched for a long time, and I actually found a 'door' handle inside the copper coffin, wait, this is a 'door' handle? I 'fumbled' for a long time and determined that this was a 'doorknob' that could open the copper coffin from the inside.

"Why is this bronze coffin designed like this? Will there be a 'doorknob' in it? Aren't ordinary coffins sealed on the inside? ”

I have a lot of questions in my heart, I have a kind of 'hairy' scary feeling, there are too many unknown mysteries, and the biggest mystery is the mystery of my soul. I only keep these secrets in my heart and don't tell them to others.

I died once, I have matured too much, and now I think about it in the bronze coffin, I was so ridiculous that I would commit suicide for such a 'woman'.

I tried to open the copper coffin, but I thought that there was dirt on the outside of the copper coffin, and I couldn't open it, but it didn't take much effort for me to open the lid of the copper coffin.

As soon as the bronze coffin 'revealed' a gap, lightning flashed and thundered, the wind howled, and a bolt of lightning the thickness of a small arm suddenly fell from the 'yin' cloud in the sky, and it slashed straight towards the copper coffin.

"Grass, do you really think Lao Tzu is a ghost?" I'm annoyed, what's going on? I was just about to 'show up' when lightning and thunder slashed at me? This can only happen when the ghost and the demon 'spirit' are born.

I was upset, but suddenly I became like this, and then I wanted to go out, and there was thunder and lightning outside. I lifted the lid of the copper coffin, and the dirt flew all over the coffin, and the dirt pressed on the coffin was all overturned by me.

I didn't expect my strength to be so great, and I was stunned for a moment, and the lightning instantly swept through the night and hit my 'chest'.

"Ah~~~" I couldn't help but shout out in pain, the biting cold seemed to melt me, this thunder and lightning was actually cold, but the power was huge, just this moment, the skin of my "chest" was torn open, and the gray "color" without luster heart was revealed.

"'Bastard' thing, I'm not a ghost, I'm a human, I'm a human, why are you splitting me? Why? I threw my head up and yelled, my thinning hair slumping on my shoulders.

"Boom", another thunderbolt slashed down, I didn't hide, I didn't want to hide, I knew it would hurt, but no matter how much it hurt, it didn't hurt like my soul, I was no longer human? Can't live like a human being?

The thunder and lightning slammed into my heart, and I yelled at the 'yin' cloud despite the pain of the sky, and became a complete madman, and the thunder and lightning struck me again and again, and decided that I was a ghost, and I would not give up until I was destroyed.

I didn't notice that under the bombardment of thunder and lightning, my internal organs gradually glowed with a silvery white 'color'.

And the sound of whimpering outside the bronze coffin was gone, perhaps because of the fear of lightning, or maybe it was because the sound of thunder and lightning was so loud that it drowned out the whimper.

"This is the scene of the birth of a giant demon, how can this be!" Yang De trembled and leaned on the 'bed', feeling the fury of thunder and lightning, and was shocked.