When my grandmother gave the order, I couldn't help but shiver nervously. The pillar of incense in front of him also began to burn continuously.

Grandma took the lead in walking to the sarcophagus, staring at the sarcophagus, her eyes flashing with sharp light, her brows twisted, and her already wrinkled face was twisted at this moment to want to open the rice paper that had just been fished out of the water. After a while, she suddenly stepped forward, stretched out one hand, touched the coffin board of the sarcophagus, and at some point in the other hand there was an extra piece of iron, one thick and one thin, some sharp like the ancient Ge. Then she attached the piece of iron to the gap in the sarcophagus—the gap between the coffin board and the coffin body—and scratched it as she went.

I was puzzled: "Grandma, what are you doing here?" ”

Grandma raised her head and looked at me, explaining: "This sarcophagus has been sitting for some years, and this crack is covered with dust and moss, etc., so that the coffin board and the coffin body will stick together, and it will be more difficult to open. ”

After saying that, Grandma had already scratched the gap in the circle, and then looked at the iron piece, which was already covered with a layer of gray things. Then the grandmother walked to the side of the sarcophagus and stopped, looked at the position, and thrust the piece of iron into the gap, and then swung it from side to side, pressing it hard with the palm of her hand.

Rumble!

With a muffled thud, I saw that the coffin of the sarcophagus had been knocked some height, and the gap in the circle had widened noticeably. Immediately afterward, I noticed that streams of brownish-yellow mist came out of it, it was demonic energy! It's like smoke in an aroma, slowly pouring out like a rising tide!

I began to realize that this coffin, which had been sealed for many years, had been opened!

The demonic energy seems to have been accumulated in the coffin for a long time, and it is constantly overflowing from it, like boiling porridge, which looks very viscous and slowly flows out of the cracks of the coffin, and once it comes into contact with the outside air, it spreads unscrupulously. I have begun to be surrounded by demonic energy, although there is only a thin layer, although I don't know how to hide my vision, but it seems that it is constantly devouring the limited oxygen in this stone hall, making my breathing become rapid.

Grandma glanced at me and scolded, "What are you still doing? Hurry up and take the handle to lift the coffin board! ”

I hurriedly answered and hurried over.

My grandmother asked me to stand at the head of the coffin, and she stood at the end of the coffin.

"Prepare to listen to my orders, I'll count three, and you will push the coffin board hard immediately."

I nodded, put both hands on the two corners of the coffin board, and gripped them.

"Three!"

I held my breath and kept my eyes fixed on the sarcophagus.

"Two!"

The cracks in the sarcophagus were constantly squeezing out clusters of demonic energy, like oil paint in Western paintings, smearing many brown and yellow colors in the limited space I could see. My palms were sweating nervously.

"One!"

As soon as my grandmother's words fell, I immediately used my nursing strength to push the coffin board desperately. Because the coffin board was pried open, so it and the coffin body resistance is not so great, although I said that I am thin and do not pull a few, but perennial field to do farm work, the muscles of the small arm are also a big pimple, at that time I had enough strength, two hands to push forward, two feet in the back of the head kicking, the so-called force to pull out the mountain to cover the world, my face is red, the breath is too late to breathe, do not dare to slack off is to push forward. The coffin board kept rumbling forward, and the grandmother held the part of the coffin board that had been moved out behind her, and her two hands also grabbed it and pulled it back. As the coffin board was constantly pushed open, more and more demonic qi continued to emerge, wantonly filling the surrounding space.

When the coffin board was pushed about halfway apart, my grandmother shouted to stop, and I stopped pushing, and the taut flesh on my arm relaxed. I leaned over and gasped for breath.

The demonic energy around the surroundings has begun to spread in a large area, this kind of qi is not like a fog, you can clearly see everything around you, but it is an eyesore in your field of vision, very ethereal, just like the breath spit out by the ghost, permeating the environment you are in, and even entering your nasal cavity and brain cavity.

At this time, I began to notice, maybe it was the demonic qi that played a catalytic role, and the pillar of incense that grandma was standing in the corner of the sarcophagus suddenly burned even faster, and in less than three minutes, it had already burned a third!

Grandma also noticed this phenomenon, took a quick look, and drank with a solemn face: "Hurry up and touch the coffin!" ”

I didn't dare to slack off, so I immediately came back to my senses and focused on the sarcophagus again. The part of the coffin board at the head of the sarcophagus has been pushed open, revealing a long opening, and I can clearly see the inside of the coffin: at first, I saw a steady stream of demonic energy, just like the spring water of the spring, constantly surging out slowly, but I couldn't see where this "spring" was, and this mass of demonic energy was like a fabrication out of thin air, constantly appearing. Slowly, when the demonic energy inside was partially dispersed, I began to really see clearly what was hidden in this sarcophagus, it was a face, a face with a metallic glittering cold light, silver, and I could even vaguely see its strange lines on it, it was wrapped in demonic energy, looming, like a mirror in the water, it looked silver and blurred and fluctuating.

The moment I saw this face, I was stunned, and suddenly I felt as if there was an invisible force pressing me, making my knees become heavy, that feeling, like ordinary people going up to see the Son of Heaven, fear, panic, inexplicably want to kneel.

Just when I was starting to be stunned, I suddenly felt a pain in my brain, and I don't know what hit it, touching the wound that had just scabbed. I looked up and wondered when my grandmother came to me, holding her precious cigarette gun in her hand - I guess this thing knocked me. I touched my head aggrievedly and said, "Grandma, what are you doing smashing your grandson?" ”

"What are you doing? If I don't smash you, how long do you have to stun me? You elm head really needs to be knocked a few more times to get the hang of it! ”

I was so scolded that I didn't dare to say anything, so I could only obediently lower my head and dare not say anything.

By this time, my grandmother had crossed over to me, standing at the head of the sarcophagus, her eyes fixed on what was inside, like an eagle seeing a poisonous snake, her eyes as sharp as a dagger piercing the heart—she seemed to see something.

Curious, I stood on tiptoe and leaned my head over to look, but what I saw was the same silver face I had seen before, but this time, I saw it more clearly: it was not a face, but a mask. The mask was silver, square, with twelve edges and corners, long and narrow, and looked a bit like a human face, but more like a peculiar animal, exuding a fierce and vicious aura. The mask is carved with strange patterns, constantly shuttling and intertwining, like blood vessels flowing one by one. The whole mask emerges in the demonic aura, revealing a kind of extraordinaryness that is beyond the world.

Then I noticed that the mask was on the face of the corpse in the sarcophagus, and if nothing else, the corpse contained here was that of the shepherd.

I looked inside by the light of the kerosene lamp, and saw the body of the shepherd: the same as the one I had seen in the black woods before, roughly the appearance of a human body combined with the characteristics of a yellow skin, the face was obscured by the mask and I could not see, but I could see the brown needle hair, and the claws with long, sharp nails, and the shaggy tail hanging from the inside of the coffin. This female yellow-skinned demon was wrapped in a white cloth and covered with a thin veil on the outside, and both the mask and the outfit made me feel a blur that I couldn't see.

But soon, my attention was no longer on the body of the yellow-skinned demon, but on the strings of jewels and bracelets pressed underneath her. The moment I saw it, my eyes lit up, those things are just some ordinary gold and silver jewelry now, but at that time, it was a dowry that everyone only had when they got married! It's going to be worth some money!

I suddenly became obsessed with money, and I reached out and tried to take them out one by one, but because the jewelry and bracelets were pressed by corpses, it was difficult to do so.

But before I could touch it, my head hurt again—my grandmother gave me a brain crash with the cigarette gun in her hand like a monk knocking on a wooden fish. I was so painful that tears were about to squeeze out of my squinted eyes, and just as I was about to look up and ask for clarification, my grandmother stabbed me in the waist with the smoking gun, and then pointed to a place. I looked in the direction, and it turned out that my grandmother was referring to the burning incense. At this time, I didn't pay attention to the time when it was burning, and the incense had already burned to the end! All that's left is a short little thumb the size of a fingernail!

"The incense is running out, you have to stop it quickly! It's enough for you to take that mask out of the coffin. ”

Although grandma gave an ultimatum, I was still a little unwilling, after all, what was pressed under the corpse was a real baby! Although the mask was silver, it was at best the thickness of a few sheets of silver and platinum paper stacked on top of each other, and it was estimated that it was not worth a few broken dollars.

I was struggling, and although I said yes, I was actually trying to take out the jewels at the bottom. But I don't know if it's because I'm nervous, I haven't touched it several times, and I'm almost wasting my time. Soon, my grandmother realized that I was wrong, but by that time the incense was almost burned to ashes! There was still some scarlet fire in the ashes, but it was faint, as if it was going to be extinguished at any moment.

Grandma yelled at me loudly and harshly, "What are you doing, little bastard? Hurry up and take out the mask and close the coffin! ”

I was scared into a cold sweat by my grandmother's yell, and I regained a lot of my senses, and glanced at the pillar of incense—the light of the fire in the ashes of its last existence began to dim, and it kept getting fainter and fainter, occasionally fluttering brighter, but I knew that it was only a return to the light. I suddenly felt bad in my heart, scolded my father, and quickly came back to my senses, stretched out my hand to grasp the silver mask, and pulled it out vigorously. It is estimated that the thing has been worn on the face of the female yellow skin demon for too long, and the mask is stuck to it like glue, which is quite firm and cannot be taken off easily, as if it has grown on the face of the monster!

"What are you grinding around!" Grandma shouted sternly.

"Pick, can't take it off." I said with a bitter face, and continued to try to take the mask out.

Grandma's face was very ugly, and she frowned and looked at the pillar of incense—the fire on it began to fade away, and only a little bit as big as a bean remained! "Get out of the way! I got it! Grandma shouted at me again, trying to push me away, intending to take the mask out of her own.

But at this time, the only flame of the pillar of incense was finally extinguished, and turned into a long wisp of smoke floating in the sky.

It was at this time that I finally took off my mask. At the same time, I saw the face of the yellow-skinned demon hidden under the mask: it could not be called a face, because the skin on it was almost completely corrupted, and after years of confinement, it had become as black as charcoal, and the flesh was so rotten that it lacked a piece in the east and a piece in the west, as if it had been pierced by countless insects, of different sizes, pits, dense, and very terrifying! If it weren't for the hair on it and the long pointed mouth, I wouldn't have been able to tell it was a yellow skin for a while.

My nerves were already tense, but when I saw this terrible scene, I was so frightened that I sat on the ground. At that moment, the grandmother rushed forward and quickly closed the coffin board.

As I expected, my head was shattered again, and my grandmother was holding the cigarette gun in her hand, and her eyes were stern and angry, like the teacher in the old private school.

"Have you forgotten? Extinguish the incense, put it away, close the coffin, this is the iron rule on the road! If you go in your left ear and out of your right ear, you'll almost steal the chicken! "Grandma stood in front of me and yelled at me, her mouth wide open and closed, and a broken tooth in her mouth was gnawed.

I didn't dare to make a sound, and as always, I lowered my head and chose to be silent. Grandma's scolding continued, chirping crookedly, sometimes I couldn't understand what was being said, but fortunately I didn't take that thing and hit me on the head again. At this time, my eyes were fixed on the object in my hand, the silver mask that had been lifted from the sarcophagus. Although this thing looks like a thin layer, after weighing it before, it is still quite heavy, and it also has some weight. I don't know why, but I always feel that there is something unspeakable here, and it seems to have a magical power that makes you want to peek into the secrets inside.

The mask is very thorough, and the silver luster makes it look like a silver mirror, that is, it is a little brown and yellow......

Wait a minute! Brownish-yellow? I frowned, and only a large brownish-yellow spot appeared in the corner of the mask, and it seemed to be moving slowly—as if something was reflected on the mask. I squinted my eyes and looked closely, and gradually, the appearance of the light spot became clear, and I was suddenly startled - it was the shadow of the yellow-skinned demon!

I suddenly looked up and saw that behind my grandmother stood the yellow-skinned demon I had seen in the black woods! It still had a weird smile and stared at me grimly. At this time, I noticed that the demon avoidance rope on my grandmother's left wrist was trembling slightly, the movement was very small, if you didn't pay attention to it, you couldn't find it at all, and then look at the yellow-skinned demon, the demon energy on the body seemed to be deliberately restrained, and it was not as permeated as before.

The yellow-skinned demon had quietly raised its sharp minions.

"Be careful!"

I didn't know where I got the courage at the time, so I yelled at my grandmother and rushed straight in my grandmother's direction. Before my grandmother could react, I pushed her away. At this moment, the minions of the yellow-skinned demon also fell at the same time, cutting a hole in the placket of my chest.

The mouth was not very deep, and it happened to only touch the flesh, but the brute force from the demon still hit my chest and knocked me out. I belonged to the kind of birth defect and acquired malnutrition, where could the small body board withstand this blow, after flying two or three meters in the air, and rubbing the ground for a while, rubbing my wave ridge cover uncomfortably panicked. When I stopped, I only felt that my chest cavity was like it had been bombed, and it roared.

"Xuan'er!" Grandma also reacted quickly at this time, and shouted at me eagerly, and after making sure that I was fine, she immediately turned her head, set up the shotgun she was carrying behind her, and loaded the bullet with a click, aiming it at the yellow-skinned demon is a shot.

But I saw that the monster's body shook rapidly, as fast as it turned into a cloud of yellow smoke, like the wind swept away sand, flashed to the side, and dodged the shuttle gunpowder. Then, it stood there, its eyes staring directly at its grandmother, with a sly playful look.

"Damn!" Grandma cursed, once again set up the shotgun in her hand, and squinted slightly at the yellow-skinned demon: "The old body wants to see if you can escape fast, or if the bullet chases fast!" ”

With that, Grandma pulled the trigger repeatedly, and a shuttle of bullets mixed with rattling sparks struck towards the yellow-skinned demon.

But the yellow-skinned demon was also a good learner, and it knew that it couldn't dodge too many bullets, so it quickly ran up to the stone wall above its head, which had many protruding rocks, and it grabbed these stones and shuttled back and forth on them. Obviously, if Grandma keeps shooting at the rock wall above her head, it is very likely that the rock layer above will crack, causing the stone hall to collapse, and our grandparents and grandchildren will have to be buried alive here without becoming the belly of the monster.

Grandma also knew that this evil animal was in her heart, and she was very cautious when she fired, but she was probably too careful and nervous, and the bullets didn't even wipe its fur.

At this time, I suddenly noticed that the demonic energy on the yellow-skinned demon began to volatilize again, and it was a very thick kind, like a fog that spread out recklessly, and our vision began to be constantly covered by this mass of demonic energy, becoming blurred.

The so-called dark and windy murder night, this guy just wants us to see nothing clearly, and then give us a turtle in an urn.

As the demonic energy increases, we can see less and less, although it is not the kind that can not reach out and lose sight of the five fingers, but the most you can see clearly is only half a meter away, it is completely like being in a place in the yellow sand. Grandma hurriedly summoned me to her side, close to her body, and did not dare to act rashly.

The demon-avoiding rope we were wearing in our hands also began to shake constantly, and it became more and more violent.

The demonic energy around us seemed to be constantly spreading, and we were like being trapped in a whirlpool on the sea, unable to move easily. Constantly, I felt an air of increasing urgency, a huge net that enveloped me in the fear of location.

I called out to my grandmother in fear, and hid in my grandmother's arms, and my grandmother also reassured me that it was okay, and looked around cautiously with her eyes.

The whole stone pavilion is terrifyingly quiet, my silence is the vigilance of fear, and the silence of the demon is the lurking killing machine.

Cuckoo!

The cry of the yellow skin sounded in my ears again, and it seemed particularly abrupt and strange in this empty space. I couldn't help but shudder, feeling like the yellow-skinned demon was about to jump out of somewhere at any moment, gnawing me to the bones.

At this moment, I suddenly saw two green lights rushing out in front of me—those were the eyes of the yellow skin, and those were a pair of hateful and misanthropic animal eyes.

Cuckoo!

As soon as the voice sounded again, the yellow-skinned demon lying in the corner rushed towards us at a speed that was impossible to see with the naked eye!

Grandma reacted immediately, and after judging the direction of the yellow-skinned demon's attack, she immediately raised her hand and aimed it at a shot. But the speed of the yellow-skinned demon was very fast, as fast as a sandstorm with mud and sand, and quickly rushed to the side, dodging the bullets.

Grandma immediately loaded the bullet again, and when she tried to shoot again, the yellow-skinned demon had already flashed in front of Grandma, and I was right next to me, and I clearly saw the demon's face, its mouth raised at an evil angle, with a bloody smell of rotten flesh, and its eyes were glowing green in this chaotic space, and its eyes looked cunning but vaguely with a kind of executioner's indifference.

Cuckoo!

The corners of the yellow-skinned demon's mouth rose visibly, and a strange smile appeared, but this smile was only short-lived, and in the blink of an eye, it quickly returned to its original state, and grinned, revealing a row of sharp fangs with blood clots that had long since coagulated.

Burst!

In the next second, the yellow-skinned demon suddenly raised his hand, and another brute force smashed heavily on grandma's body, but fortunately, grandma blocked her chest with the shotgun in time, although most of the force was weakened, but it was still sent flying.

I have to say that grandma is indeed a practitioner, although she is already a handful of years, but she is still very agile in action. As soon as Grandma's body touched the ground, she quickly turned around, rolled and dodged to the side, and then, without wasting a moment's time, raised her hand and shot again! Before the yellow-skinned demon could react, the bullet hit its shoulder, cutting through the flesh and skin. The yellow-skinned demon groaned, and then, perhaps out of interest, it quickly hid in the demonic aura once again.

Grandma was obviously injured and coughed a few times while clutching her chest. I hurriedly ran over to check the injury, but fortunately it didn't hurt my internal organs, but I had a split in my chest for a while, and I helped pat my back a few times.

Grandma said it was okay, and then she took me to her side again, and continued to watch the situation around me vigilantly. The demon didn't know where it was hiding, and could launch a second surprise attack at any moment.

But at this moment, I suddenly noticed that the demonic energy around me seemed to be starting to thin out. At first, I thought I was dazzled, but slowly, my vision became clearer, and it seemed that the demonic energy was constantly evaporating and dissipating after being heated.

I am very happy that the obstruction of demonic vision is our biggest problem at the moment, and when this problem is alleviated, we can no longer be in the embarrassing situation of passivity. I happily pulled the corner of my grandmother: "Grandma, the demonic spirit is beginning to recede!" ”

Grandma looked down at me, "What are you talking about?" ”

"Demonic energy, I said that demonic energy is thinning out!"

After hearing this, grandma suddenly showed a puzzled look on her face, then frowned, paused for a while, and said, "Xuan'er, can't you see the demonic energy?" ”

I was stunned for a moment when my grandmother said this, and then, I was awakened by the sound of Ding Ling Dong on my left wrist, and I saw that the demon avoidance rope I was wearing there was still shaking violently, and the degree did not decrease at all, including the one on my grandmother's hand - this red rope would not react when it touched the demonic energy? Now this performance shows that there is still a lot of demonic energy around these four areas, but, but why is the demonic energy I see constantly decreasing?

At this time, in my field of vision, the thick brown-yellow clump seemed to be diluted, and it was constantly thinning, and now it had become only a layer as thick as a cicada's wing! Through this veil-like film, I saw a vague figure not far away, moving slowly.

At this time, I remembered what my grandmother said: If you want to see the demonic energy on the demon's body, you must open the "Heavenly Eye" on the cover of the heavenly spirit. I don't know, now, there is only one possibility, that is, the "heavenly eye" on my forehead is closed.

When I looked up, the demonic aura in front of me was almost completely invisible, except for a pitifully few wisps left. In these wisps of ethereal demonic aura, I saw the yellow-skinned demon. It was now covering the bleeding wound on its shoulder with one hand, and the other hand was hanging down, hunched back, and its head was raised, still with a strange smile on its face.