The two men held the shovel and looked at it for a long time, but they didn't dare to start.

"Dig it." Old Yu said.

They glanced at each other and began to dig slowly.

I turned my head to look at the bolt, and he was faint on the ground, and there was a bruise on his neck.

The old man beckoned to me, I hurriedly went over, entered the cemetery, and couldn't help shivering, it was quite warm outside, but it was extremely cold inside the cemetery.

Lao Yutou put the wooden mark I was holding in my hand on the head of the plug, and the plug tightened violently, and his breathing became more steady.

I swallowed my saliva and rubbed to the side of Lao Yutou, there was no mark, and my heart was bottomless.

"Dad, ...... just now" I just wanted to tell Lao Yutou that someone was pinching me just now, but he booed me and didn't let me speak.

Suddenly there was a creak, and the shovel touched something.

The two men digging the grave were so frightened that their legs trembled, and they almost sat on the ground, but the old man took the shovel and started it himself, and the soil was dug out, and the things in the graveyard saw the light, and it turned out to be a coffin!

The old man paused abruptly and didn't move for a long time.

I also gasped, this coffin is exactly the same as the coffin that was opened on Nanshan a few days ago, it is all cedar wood, there are patterns on it, but I don't know what pattern is engraved, it looks like a word, but the side capital is not right.

The coffin of Nanshan!

My heart jumped, and I suddenly understood why I felt that the voice I had just spoken was familiar, when I was digging the grave of Lian Sheng's father, I had heard someone touch my neck and laugh in my ear, and the voice was the same as the voice just now.

Old Yu muttered: "Things are really not simple. ”

"Dad, what's this?" I asked in a whisper.

He shook his head, "I don't know, I'll know when I open the coffin." ”

With that, he began to pry the nails on the lid of the coffin.

The nails have been rusted to death, and they have been looking for some years.

When the nails were lifted and I watched him lift the lid of the coffin, I silently took two steps back.

As soon as the lid of the coffin flashed, a rancid smell mixed with bloody gas wafted out, and the smoke made people's stomachs churn.

The old man took a breath and lifted the lid of the coffin, and was busy jumping out, I covered my nose and looked over there, only to feel that there was a faint black gas lingering on the coffin, and when the smell faded, the black gas disappeared.

I didn't give up and asked the person next to me, "Did you see the black gas on the coffin?" ”

The man shook his head and said, "No." ”

Could it be that only I can see?

When the smell faded, I craned my neck to look into the coffin, and the hairs on my body stood up.

At one end of the coffin was rotting flesh and bones, and it was barely recognizable that it was a baby, and under the baby was a bowl of inverted rice, already moldy, with three thumb-long incense sticks on the top, and a paper figure below, with nails pressed on his limbs, and an angry expression drawn with a red pen on his face.

If it's a man, it's a man who has been nailed to his limbs!

The most bizarre thing is that there is a bowl in each of the four corners of the coffin, and the bowl has a black and red layer.

Old Yu picked up a bowl and sniffed it, pursed his lips and said nothing.

I leaned over and whispered, "Dad, what is this?" ”

"Blood ......," he said, glanced at me, and added, "Human blood!" ”

My face turned pale with fright, and my eyes stopped on the wall of the coffin, "Dad, there are scratches on my head." ”

There were scratches on the wall of the coffin, of different shades.

The old man hummed, put the coffin back on, and said, "Dig up all this graveyard and see if there are any other coffins." ”

Many of the people left behind had just returned from the field, and they all had shovels and hoes in their hands, but no one dared to move.