"You unfilial son, you don't know what the use of giving birth to you is a barricade!"

The old man in the wheelchair was furious, picked up the crutches leaning next to the red lacquered coffin, and hit the swarthy man who was kneeling at the desk with a white linen face and a sad face. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

This swarthy man looks a few years older than Wang Sanfang, his facial features are somewhat similar, and he looks like a cousin.

Although his uncle's crutches were hit on his cousin, why didn't he express his dissatisfaction with him?

"If you don't mind, old gentleman, can I finish reciting the death spell for your wife?"

It was Yang Muqing who spoke, and when he opened his mouth, he immediately aroused the side glances of Murong Cao and Li Hang, and then they looked at each other again, and their thoughts were very consistent: What has this Yang Muqing retreat experienced, he is kind and good-natured, but how could he ever be so nosy?

This sentence is also like a pause button, and the muffled sound of the body being beaten and the painful and helpless screaming and scolding come to an abrupt end.

The old man who was out of control in the wheelchair glanced at Wang Sanfang with residual anger, and after all, he didn't say anything angry, and pushed the wheelchair into the back room.

"Thank you, little gentleman, then."

With tears in the eyes of the swarthy man, Chongyang Muqing kowtowed heavily.

Yang Muqing solemnly accepted this salute, and then sat on the futon where the monk Musheng had sit.

There is still residual warmth on the futon, and there is no fierce atmosphere.

At least it proves that this monk Musheng is a living person, not a demon and a monster disguise.

There are no wooden fish to knock, no Buddha beads to twist, Yang Muqing is also a simple casual dress, no matter how you look at it, it has nothing to do with monks and Taoists.

However, the clean temperament he has on his body is already a little otherworldly, and his extremely serious expression gives birth to an inviolable sense of sacredness.

The sound of methodical chanting sounded faintly, and the whole courtyard became quieter and quieter.

The villagers no longer whispered anything, but went forward to worship according to the village etiquette, and left in an orderly manner after the worship, or whispered a few words of comfort to the master.

Before everyone left, they would carefully glance at Yang Muqing or Murong Cao.

When facing the wolves, the lambs will also sweep to the sheepdogs with such eyes, in fact, there is not much cry for help, just a kind of dazed spiritual sustenance.

Can the "master" who came this time really put a stop on the terrifying death shadow that spread in the village?

After the villagers dispersed one after another, except for Murong Cao and his party in the mourning hall, only swarthy men and shriveled middle-aged women remained.

After Wang Sanfang's brief introduction, Murong Cao knew that the shriveled woman who spoke before was called Liu Ting, who was Wang Sanfang's hair small, new widow, and swarthy man, that is, his cousin named Wang Peng, who lost his wife in his early years, although the two did not have a wedding wine, but they had already begun to live together.

"Has there been any other people in the village who have 'left' this month?"

Wang Sanfang asked in a hoarse voice, the village taboos bad words, and is not used to saying death, saying "go".

If you can really come and go without worrying, it is really a joy in life.

But it's a pity that the vast majority of people in the world are always a little unwilling when they "go".

Especially when death comes very ruthlessly and without warning, he will angrily point to the sky and ask, "Why me"?

"Aunt Yang's eldest son left half a month ago, and there was an accident, but who knows if it was an accident...... He doesn't know you well, so we didn't inform you. ”

Liu Ting saw that everyone was gone, so he took a small stool from the corner and helped Wang Peng, who had been kneeling, to sit on it, Wang Peng's mood was still very low, and he kept looking at the red lacquered coffin in a daze.

"It's really miserable for a white-haired person to send a black-haired person, Aunt Yang has been fasting and chanting Buddha all her life, what's the use of running into things."

Wang Sanfang's calm and calm when playing mahjong is long gone, and when he returns to this place of birth, all kinds of emotions will become stronger.

"Recently, the alcoholism and gambling in the village have become more violent, and some families do not even let their children go to school, and the whole person is panicked.

Liu Ting went to move two more stools for Murong Cao and Li to sit on, and brought three cups of hot tea by the way, which was considered to be hospitality.

"What about Monk Musheng?"

Wang Sanfang couldn't help frowning when he thought of the young monk who was as calm as a pool of autumn water just now.

"Most of the time in the village chief's house, you know that baby bump in his house, just that delicate and weak, if it weren't for the Musheng Protector, it is estimated that he would have been entangled in dirty things, where can he survive to this day?"

"He wasn't such a snob when he entered the village."

"I don't know if he's snobbish or not, but he was invited in by the village chief, and even if we are red-eyed, we can't really rob him."

"Is my dad okay?"

"It's normal. But you also know these things that happen in the village, sometimes it looks normal, and in the blink of an eye, something murderous happens, do you want to go and see him? ”

"I have to try to solve the matter in front of me first, otherwise I can only get a beating, and you didn't hear how he scolded me when my mother died."

The fat on Wang Sanfang's face trembled a few times, and Murong Cao saw that his fingernails had pulled out white marks from his palms, which showed that he was very unhappy in his heart.

"I want to open the coffin, is that okay?"

Yang Muqing didn't know when he had finished reading the scriptures, he had already stood up and walked around the coffin, when his hand rubbed lightly on the coffin, he felt a very strange evil force, he could tell that this was not the murder of the undead, but the flow of energy attached to the corpse.

Wang Peng was naturally unwilling, and was about to say no, but Wang Sanfang snatched the talk.

"Yes. Whatever you want to do, we will cooperate. ”

"I ...... My dad wouldn't say yes. ”

Wang Peng blushed, this crop man was very sincere, knowing that the other party had no malicious intentions, but he couldn't bear to open the coffin and disturb the peace of his mother.

"Big brother, I don't talk about others, you must be on my side, you also know that the village is very strange now, if we don't do something, we will just die one after another, there will be no exceptions."

Wang Sanfang's little eyes flashed with determination, he had made up his mind when he returned to the village this time, no matter how much resistance he would face, he would let Murong Cao and them act according to their own ideas, this was the last ray of hope to save the village.

Opening the coffin is only the first step in solving the problem.

“…… Good. ”

Wang Peng hesitated for a long time, and finally gritted his teeth and slowly retreated to the side, walking extremely slowly with each step, as if he had two heavy lead balls tied to his feet.

"Brother Peng......"

Liu Ting stepped forward to take his rough calloused hand and comforted him softly.

The coffin was newly sealed, and it was not difficult to open, and after opening, a strange smell spread.

Naturally, only Yang Muqing stepped forward to investigate carefully, Murong Cao hurriedly glanced at it and then turned around and walked away, and Li Hang had already hid in the courtyard.

The psychiatrist is not a doctor, so it is better to let him see a corpse that does not look good, and let him eat the glutinous meal overnight.

Yang Muqing's slender fingers wearing rubber gloves twisted the black crystals scattered from the charred black leather sac, thoughtfully.