Time passed very long, and after fifteen days, Wu Qiwen lived a restless life every day. Except for the day of the dream, he never dreamed of Homothy again.

Wu Qiwen began to suspect that all this he had done was just his imagination. The coffin that He Moxi said was silent.

Until the night of the thirty-sixth day, when he had just finished offering incense. Only five minutes later, the unexpected happened.

The coffin suddenly made a noise, as if something was striking inside, and the wooden planks of the coffin rattled as if someone was lying inside. Wu Qiwen was so frightened that he hid behind the cabinet, is this the corpse practicing Wing Chun in the coffin.

He folded his hands and bowed down reverently.

"Heavenly Spirit, Spirit, Earth Spirit, Bodhisattva, Manifest Spirit! Mommy, Mommy, ......," he muttered.

It took about a minute before the noise stopped.

Wu Qiwen was so nervous that he bit his clothes tightly with his teeth. That minute, for Wu Qiwen, was a physical and mental torture.

Could he believe that bizarre dream? Maybe in thirteen days, Homothy will wake up?

For the next thirteen days, late every night, the coffin would make a sound, and the time of the ringing gradually became longer with the countdown days. On the night of the penultimate day, after three or four hours of ringing, there was a low humming sound from inside.

Wu Qiwen was so frightened that he didn't dare to come out.

Finally, in the early morning of the thirteenth day, he was standing by the coffin early, waiting for a miracle to happen.

An hour passed.

Two hours passed.

Three hours passed.

The coffin still didn't move.

Didn't you say that you would wake up in the early hours of the morning?

"So, it's impossible. Sure enough, it was my own imagination, it was just a dream, and I took it seriously. He looked at the coffin with red eyes, and the forty-nine days of hard work were going to be wasted.

No, the coffin was really making a noise, just like Homothy had said in his dream. Can this still be fake? He was a little unwilling, was there any step missing in the past forty-nine days?

Wu Qiwen found the notebook for recording and flipped through it carefully, but there was no mistake.

Just as he was thinking about sending people back tomorrow, there was a commotion in the coffin.

"Knock knock." This abrupt percussion sound stimulated Wu Qiwen's nerves, and his right eyelid jumped wildly.

He swallowed, hunched over the coffin.

"Mo ...... Moses......? There was no response, but there was a constant thump.

Wu Qiwen leaned his ear against the coffin board and knocked back the coffin lid with his hand.

I heard a real weak voice from inside.

"Open ......"

After hearing the response, Wu Qiwen immediately unsealed the coffin nails without saying a word and pushed open the coffin lid. The moment the lid was opened, flying dust particles drifted out. He trembled and unveiled it little by little, and his heart was intertwined with indescribable fear and anticipation.

Holding his breath and contemplating, his fingers trembling slightly.

Revealed, the corpse that had closed its eyes was now looking directly at him with clear eyes.

The face was still so strange, so white that it was bloodless.

"Ah...... Ahhh ”

Help me! Cheat, cheat the corpse, run!

Wu Qiwen was extremely frightened and kicked his legs back, gasping sharply, his temples jumped suddenly, and his left hand was raised

Cover your eyes.

I'm afraid that if I look at it more, I will be hooked, my mother is terrible!

The person who was lying down slowly raised his stiff hand and propped up the same stiff body, and between the stiff bones, there was a creaking and grinding sound, and the person glanced indifferently at Wu Qiwen who was trembling on the side.

There was a voice in the air that sounded like it came from an ancient way. Distant and hoarse, low and long.

"Don't be afraid...... Homothy is back. ”

After Wu Qiwen heard the sound, he slowly raised his head and looked vigilantly at the person who claimed to be He Moxi who was sitting in the coffin. This eye to eye is already a world away.

In his eyes, Wu Qiwen saw that he was a good brother who had known him for many years.

"Uh...... Okay, long time no see. This, this counts, re...... Resurrection successful? Wu Qiwen said with his upper and lower teeth trembling.

He Moxi turned his neck that had been frozen for a long time, and there was a creaking sound between his bones.

"Hmm."

Wu Qiwen's breathing was still rapid, "If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never have believed it was true in my life." "The cold corpse that he carried back at the beginning is now really sitting up and talking to himself, and the Arabian Nights is not enough to describe this situation.

"It's good that you believe in the dream I gave you." He Moxi hoarsely raised his voice and grinned the corners of his stiff mouth, probably trying to pull out a smile, but it was unnatural to twitch and twitch.

"Tell me what's going on." Wu Qiwen patted his chest and said.

"This is borrowing the corpse to resurrect the soul. I made a deal with Hades because I didn't want to die, and he told me an extreme way. The price is that if you die again after being resurrected, you will never be able to exceed, and even your qualification to be a ghost will be revoked, and you will leave this world forever and ever. ”

When he was pressed to the underworld by the black impermanence, He Moxi tossed in the dungeon all day long, making the head of the king of Yama hurt.

All those who were going to be pressed to the bridge had to be imprisoned in the dungeon first, because there were too many people who needed to be sent to the over, and everyone had to go through the judgment of the king of Hades to decide whether to send them to the overdose or to go to prison to suffer.

The outcome of Homothy's trial was excess.

However, after crossing the Nai He Bridge, he refused to drink Meng Po's soup, and made a big noise on the spot, and threw the soup handed by Meng Po directly to the ground, scattered all over the ground.

provoked the people in the back queue to curse.

"Hurry up! I'm still in a hurry to be reincarnated! ”

"What are you doing, young man, what kind of temper are you still having when you get to this job."

"Meng Po Meng Po, give me the soup first! In my last life, I had a hard life, and I rushed to join someone's home. ”

"Hey, after drinking this bowl of soup and crossing this bridge, I won't remember anything in the future. Be safe, my children and grandchildren! "Some ghosts took advantage of the stagnation of the team and stood on the lookout platform with emotion.

More and more ghosts are swarming to go up to the lookout platform, all vying to see more relatives in the world at the last moment.

Meng Po was a mild-tempered old lady, and although the soup she had worked so hard to make was spilled, she was not angry at all.

Meng Po has been guarding this Nai He Bridge for thousands of years, and she has never seen any strong winds and waves, and she is used to seeing this little fight. There are seven emotions and six desires in the world, and everyone is crazy about it, and there are still many ghosts that can't be let go.

Therefore, she still had a kind smile on her face, and calmly scooped up another bowl of soup.

In the Hades Mansion, he still dares to make a mistake, but he has the courage. After all, Lord Yama can control everyone's past and present lives, the lifeblood of their lives.

"Boy, there's nothing you can't put down." Meng Po smiled.

Homothy raised his head resolutely, "I want to be resurrected." ”

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