The coffin is buried after the death of Duan Ming, and after a long time, the corpse and the coffin have already been integrated, and under the gathering of bad luck, it can even affect the luck of the living within a radius of hundreds of kilometers.

And the body of the dwarf murderer turned black, which was contaminated with all the bad luck in the coffin. In this case, the current dwarf murderer is simply unlucky, and whoever touches it will be unlucky.

It's no wonder that when the big-bellied leader asked the dwarf murderer to use the No. 3 coffin, this guy was so afraid. Think about it, even if the dwarf dwarf can survive, but if he is unlucky, he is rejected by the Gaia consciousness of the earth, and he may fall and break his brain when he walks on the road.

I really don't dare to kill him now, the dwarf murderer uses himself as a medium, if I cut him, I will explode if I say bad luck. This thing is similar to the source of the virus, once it is contaminated with bad luck, the flow of the year is unfavorable, the headache and brain fever are light, if it affects the luck of the snowy mountain, I am afraid that this thousand-year-old temple will be destroyed.

The dwarf murderer hated me to the core, and when he saw that I didn't dare to cut him, he laughed strangely, and he said, "Fuck you! Lao Tzu's question is that you cut me! If you don't dare to cut me, you will obediently commit suicide, and you can still be a ghost after death! If you cut me, fuck your mother! None of the stinky bald asses in the Great Snow Mountain Temple want to live! ”

If you don't cut him, you will die, and if you cut him, life is better than death, and it may affect this challenge of the Great Snow Mountain Temple. Thinking that the big-bellied leader also knew that the Great Snow Mountain Temple was not easy to mess with, he brought the coffin of Duan Life, wanting to suppress the luck of the Great Snow Mountain Temple.

My mind was spinning fast, but my mouth refused to show weakness at all, and said: "Dwarf winter melon, don't be arrogant, just stretch your neck and wait for grandpa to cut you, there are so many, is it useful?" ”

As I spoke, I took out a red rope from my bag that I hadn't used for a long time, and with a flick of my wrist, the red rope was scattered on the ground. I can't say it, so I have to destroy this thing. It's just bad luck, and it's not like I haven't seen it.

Between heaven and earth, there is a division of yin and yang, and between yin and yang, there are all kinds of miscellaneous qi, including righteousness, evil, bad luck, luck, etc., all kinds of things, affecting all people on the earth.

When I visited the Yin and Yang store, there were many people who were unlucky, and everything went wrong, and then they came to the store to find a solution. Generally speaking, when people are affected by external factors, it will indeed affect their fortunes. Usually in this case, I will use some folk cracking methods.

The red rope has the function of warding off evil spirits, transporting, and improving the life of the living, especially the red rope in my hand, which is made of the robe of the Buddhist monk and then tanned, and the metal wire can affect the magnetic field of the body, so as to achieve the degree of changing the fortune.

It's easy to say, I really can't hack him to death with a knife, but I can strangle him alive with a red rope, the red rope can ward off evil spirits, and when the time comes, tie the coffin with a red rope, and then burn it clean.

I still don't believe that there is anything evil in the world that can withstand the burning of the true fire of the sun.

I didn't know that when I was about to make a move, I saw Master Jianyang standing next to me and shaking his head gently, his eyes full of rejection. At that time, I was moved in my heart and secretly scolded myself for thinking things too simply.

Duan Ming had a fateful life, and was given up by the old man of the Duan family, and he was full of resentment. This combination of bad luck and resentment, even the spirit hand of eastern Sichuan does not dare to underestimate it, I actually want to get rid of people with a red rope?

But at this time, it was ready to shoot and had to be sent. According to the rules of the challenger, if I don't solve this problem, it will definitely be a dead end, just like the human-skin lama floating in the sky, even the three souls and seven spirits cannot be reborn.

At the moment, my heart is crossed, I don't care what bad luck he has, let's strangle this guy first!

The dwarf murderer is also tough, and he stands with a ruler and doesn't use his hands. I had a burning stick pinned to my waist, and the red rope in my hand was easily put around his neck.

As soon as the red rope came into contact, I felt that my palms were numb, and there seemed to be countless static electricity transmitted from this guy's body. At that moment, I didn't dare to slack off, crossed my hands, put a rope noose, and shouted: "Go you!" ”

The dwarf murderer was dragged to the ground by me with a bang.

The dwarf murderer clutched the ruler in his hand and seemed to want to smash me on the head. But suddenly, the pot-bellied leader coughed softly, and the dwarf murderer's hand hung down again. His face was full of ashes, his eyes were dark with resentment, and the black qi on his body rose like flames.

I understood in an instant, the big-bellied leader probably wanted the dwarf murderer to die, and only when the dwarf murderer died, the bad luck on his body would reach the highest utilization. That is to say, when the No. 3 coffin was brought into the Great Snow Mountain Temple, it was destined that whoever carried it would die, and it was originally a ghost monk who went to die, but I scolded him, and the dwarf murderer carried this pot.

No wonder he hated me so much.

Because of the strange performance of the descendant master and the big-bellied leader, I didn't dare to kill him directly. When the noose nearly strangled the dwarf murderer, I relaxed a little.

As soon as he relaxed, the dwarf murderer coughed violently, and when he coughed, it was very strange, and mouthfuls of bad breath in his throat and eyes spurted out directly. I didn't want to be haunted by bad luck, so I flashed sideways, and at the same time dragged the white coffin to lock him up again.

The dwarf murderer coughed violently, but there was still a cruel smile on his face, and said, "No, if you don't kill me, this problem will not be solved!" Come on! If I don't die, you have to die! ”

I scolded, "Want to die? I'll send you back to the West! ”

As soon as the words fell, the coffin was directly picked up by me, and the dwarf murderer was immediately covered.

The coffin is more than two meters long, and it is easy to cover a dwarf murderer. I stepped on the coffin and shouted at the big-bellied murderer, "This gentleman! Dare to ask, is this dwarf winter melon no longer alive, this question is considered to be my victory? ”

The big-bellied leader probably didn't expect me to have the courage to talk to him directly, so he looked at me carefully. After seeing that I was just a young man, he closed his eyes again and said, "That's right, as long as the dwarf winter melon is no longer alive, you have won this question!" ”

I said, "Okay! The gurus and exorcists of the Great Snow Mountain can testify! As long as this dwarf winter melon is no longer alive, this question is my win! ”

It's not easy to win this question, first of all, I want to make sure that this guy can't die, if the dwarf murderer dies, the bad luck will explode, which will directly affect the fortune of the Great Snow Mountain Temple, and then there will be no luck, and the next few questions must be lost.

But if the dwarf murderer doesn't die, I can be regarded as losing this question. When the time comes, not only will I have to die, but the next person who solves the problem will encounter the same problem as me, and so on, and the person who solves the problem will have to die.

In all fairness, this problem is logically unsolvable, and the dwarf winter melon can't die, let alone if he doesn't die. The exorcism masters of the Great Snow Mountain Temple only know how to study Buddhist scriptures and exorcise evil spirits, and when they encounter this kind of problem, they have to be driven crazy.

But the pot-bellied murderer met me. And I'm by no means a person who plays cards by common sense.

Since the dwarf murderer can't die, and he can't die either, then why don't you just let him become a state of immortality?

According to folk legend, between life and death, there is actually another state, that is, neither life nor death, and people in this state are not dead, but they are definitely not alive. Rather, it is a peculiar existence between life and death.

This state of affairs may seem a bit unreasonable, but as early as 1935, an Austrian scientist proposed a very famous experiment.

The experiment was simple, with a Geiger counter and a small amount of radioactive material, uranium, placed in a sealed iron box. Because the amount of radioactive material is small, the probability of an atom decaying within an hour is the same as the probability of not decaying.

When the first decay occurs, through a relay, the device releases a hammer to smash a vial of highly toxic hydrocyanic acid, and cruelly, a cat is kept inside an iron box.

This is where it is interesting because of the existence of quantum theory, decay may or may not exist. That is, the cat is neither dead nor alive, in a superposition of dead and undead.

This experiment is famous: Schrödinger's cat, and the Austrian scientist is naturally Schrödinger.

This is the first time that the true concept of immortality has been addressed in a scientific theory.

When I was in high school, I was very interested in Schrödinger's cat experiment, but later I put my heart on serious study for the college entrance examination.

But through that time, the concept of neither life nor death had taken root in my heart. I firmly believe that there are many things in this world that are incomprehensible, but they are actually real.

Just as when I met Zhang Wuren, he said to me for the first time: There are many strange things in the world that cannot be explained, you can not believe it, but you can't deny that it does not exist.

Later, I stepped into the circle, and from a metaphysical point of view, I once deeply studied the concept of immortality. Knowing that when a person is on the verge of death, he will enter this state under certain circumstances.

In other words, I will let the dwarf murderer hide in this coffin, neither dead nor alive. In this way, wouldn't it be a perfect solution to this problem?

Even the pot-bellied leader won't be able to say anything when the time comes!

It's easy to say, but it's definitely not easy to do. So far, I can only try it with my previous idea, and when I am done, I will make a name for myself in front of the Great Snow Mountain Temple, and if I lose, I will die! Eighteen years later, another hero!

I pulled out the beating stick with my backhand, aimed it at the white coffin, and a flash of flame suddenly appeared.

Inside the coffin, the dwarf murderer was still smiling there: "Fuck your mother!" There's a kind of you burning me! ”