Uncle Wang's words were very cold and resolute.

I leaned over and looked at it, counting from side to side, and suddenly wondered if there were eleven coffin nails.

I remember my grandmother said that the number of coffin nails is particular, and under normal circumstances, seven nails are used, commonly known as "children and grandchildren nails", which means that the children and grandchildren are prosperous.

It is said that there are also nine nails, and half of the time those who died tragically or warriors who led their troops in battle, probably fearing that the corpses of such people would be transformed.

I've never heard of eleven nails used—judging by the number of nails in a coffin, what is in a coffin with eleven nails is certainly more powerful than with nine.

Uncle Wang was also shocked when he heard me say that it was eleven nails.

"Let's open it and take a look!"

The two of them used shovels to pry out the coffin nails one by one, and then slowly opened the coffin lid.

Before the lid was opened, the first thing that came to my nose was a strong fragrance, and then I saw the familiar chubby face.

No way! Sure enough, it was Han Fusheng.

Han Fusheng's corpse was like falling asleep, without the slightest sign of decay, and there was no smell Facing such a corpse, I was a little stunned, and looked at Uncle Wang in a daze.

"What are you afraid of! It's just a corpse. Uncle Wang scolded.

He bent down and touched the corpse, "Huh? "A bang.

It was the middle of the night, or in a cemetery, I was already nervous, and I trembled even more when I saw his reaction: "What's wrong?" ”

"I guessed correctly, the old butcher has bad intentions!" Saying that, Uncle Wang pulled up Han Fusheng's sleeve, and I suddenly saw a pair of strange hands.

Han Fusheng's hands are pink, and his fingernails are particularly long, at least ten centimeters.

"Uncle Wang, this ...... What's going on? ”

Uncle Wang snorted coldly and didn't answer me, but pointed to the side of Han Fusheng's neck and said, "You can take a look at what is on his neck first!" ”

Looking at it this way, I can only see a long black line on his neck, which seems to be fluffy, what is it? I couldn't help but bend down, and after just one look, my scalp tingled in fright, and I took four or five steps back.

Han Fusheng actually had a black centipede longer than chopsticks lying on his neck!

"Look at you! How can you inherit the mantle of Mrs. Yang - do you know what is going on? ”

I was speechless in shock, and quickly shook my head. I don't know why, since I can remember, I have been particularly afraid of centipedes, scorpions, spiders and other insects, and even every once in a while, I will have similar nightmares, in my dreams, there are countless huge insects chasing after me, I always run as hard as I can, suddenly wake up, sweating profusely.

So when I saw that the black thing was a giant centipede, I suddenly felt an itch all over my body.

Uncle Wang continued, "My purpose tonight is to see if there is this thing in this coffin!" ”

"So what? What does that mean? ”

"It shows that the Han Fusheng we saw before is fake, and it also proves that Han Laosan is designing a conspiracy."

"Conspiracy? What a conspiracy! ”

"Don't you think Han Fusheng's corpse is very strange?"

"Yes...... It's very strange, except for the centipede, why is it that its hands are pink, and its fingernails are so long! ”

"Actually, that's why this body has been buried for two years and there has been no sign of decomposition!"

I was stunned again: "Can you save the corpse like this?" ”

Uncle Wang nodded: "This is an ancient cult Gu technique, simply put, it is to maintain the basic functions of the body through potions and Gu worms, and the purpose is ...... The purpose is ......"

I was in a hurry and hurriedly urged: "What is it! ”

"It's to bring the corpse back to life one day!"

"Ahh I couldn't believe my ears "I've been dead for two years and can I still be resurrected?" ”

Uncle Wang shook his head: "I just heard about this, it is said that there is a method in that ancient cult that can leave the soul of a person after death on the body, if the body can be preserved well enough, and then the soul is possessed, in theory, the person will not live?" ”

I was shocked and didn't know what to say, and a sense of extreme dread pervaded me.

"Uncle Wang, what ...... So what should we do? ”

"What to do? This Han Fusheng must not be resurrected! ”

"Why?" I feel that it is all from the same village, and I should be happy for him to be resurrected!

"You know what a! When a person dies, he dies, birth, old age, sickness and death are all laws, and it is impossible for him to come back to life at all as the original Han Fusheng! ”

"What's that?"

Uncle Wang thought for a moment and replied, "It's a demon!" Worse than ghosts! ”

I pondered for a moment, and then asked, "Shall we destroy this corpse quickly?"

Uncle Wang shook his head again: "It can't be destroyed for the time being, otherwise it will only startle the snake." ”

We drove the nails back again, filled them back with dirt, and covered them up a bit, trying to make it as good as the original.

On the way back, I still couldn't suppress my curiosity and asked Uncle Wang, "Aren't there seven nails on the coffin?" Why are there eleven on Han Fusheng's coffin? ”

"This—probably part of some kind of ritual!"

On the way back to the village, just after walking a few steps, Uncle Wang suddenly grabbed my hand and hid behind a big tree on the side, covering my mouth at the same time.

Almost as soon as the two of them were hiding, I heard the sound of crackling footsteps in the distance.

Well? At this time, this place, could it be Han Laosan? The scene of seeing Han Laosan digging the grave last night instantly came to mind, and I also remembered my grandmother's words - the people in this village are not ordinary people.

When I recognized who this person was, I was so frightened that the cold hairs on my body stood up, he was not Han Laosan, but the drunkard Liu who died last night! How could it be a drunkard Liu?

The body of drunkard Liu is still in the ancestral hall of the village, could it be that this is a fraudulent corpse?

I could clearly feel that Uncle Wang's hand covering my mouth also shook instantly, and it is estimated that he was also surprised when he saw that it was Liu's drunkard.

Drunkard Liu went straight to the depths of the woods, which was the direction we came, and when he was far away, Uncle Wang whispered in my ear, "Follow him quietly."

The two of them followed for a few minutes, and I thought it was strange! Liu's legs and feet have always been unstable, but tonight he is walking like flying, just a few minutes, I was sweating profusely, and I barely kept up.

It seems that after the dead deceive the corpse, they can also automatically "clear" their own problems, the lame are not lame, and the blind are not blind.

After exhausting my strength to feed, I rushed forward for a few more minutes, I couldn't bear it anymore, holding on to a tree and panting, Uncle Wang pulled me and roared, "Chase it!" ”

"I ...... I can't run, you...... You chase it first! ”

He snorted coldly and chased after him again, but he only ran more than ten meters before the man turned back again.

"Why don't you chase it?"

"Chase a fart, everyone is gone!"

The two of us cautiously searched around, but we didn't find Liu's drunkard, so we had no choice but to return to the village.

On the way, I couldn't help but ask Uncle Wang curiously again: "Why are you so good in physical strength?" I'm so young that I can't outrun you. ”

Uncle Wang ignored me, but said, "Let's go to the ancestral hall and have a look."

It is said that the ancestral hall of Kofun Village was originally a temple, but during the 10-year catastrophe, the stone statues and other objects in the temple were smashed to the ground, and later became an ancestral hall for temporary corpses.