The skin of ordinary dead corpses is pale and bloodless, but the white skin of this corpse is slightly yellowish, and it looks a little like the symptoms of jaundice described in the "Yellow Emperor's Neijing". Read the full text of the latest chapter

Wu Zhiyuan stared for a moment, his heart already had an eyebrow, he asked the village chief to lead the way, and then went to see the corpses of the remaining five young people, and found that each corpse had the same situation, which made him doubt in his heart.

Judging from the slight yellowing under the skin color of the corpses, it is very likely that these people were suddenly frightened and frightened, but if one or two corpses have this situation, it is reasonable, but all corpses are like this, it is a bit unreasonable, it is impossible for everyone to be frightened.

If that was the case, what would they have seen at the time? What could have scared these six young men to death?

Wu Zhiyuan was puzzled, and thought all the way back to the ancestral hall. Seeing that he was silent, the village chief and the others knew that things might be more difficult than they imagined, so they didn't dare to bother, so they had to sit aside and wait.

After a while, Wu Zhiyuan raised his head and said, "Gather a few people who carry the coffin, and we will go to the burial now." ”

In fact, he thought about it for a long time and couldn't figure it out, but since things are so confusing, the answer must be hidden under the surface, and if he can't figure it out, he doesn't need to think about it anymore, and if he continues to move things down, maybe the problem will be solved.

The village chief's face was slightly happy when he heard this, and he hurriedly ordered a few middle-aged people around him to gather people. After a while, several middle-aged people returned to the ancestral hall one after another, and several of them were helpless, six young people had died on the way to bury Brother Jiao, and now no one dared to go to the bamboo forest again.

"If they don't go, you go!" The village chief yelled angrily.

Those middle-aged people were all older people in the village, and all of them looked embarrassed when they heard this, only two of the stronger ones reluctantly said: "With this Taoist chief here, let's dare to go!" As he spoke, the two looked at Wu Zhiyuan, their eyes full of trust.

"What's the use of two people? Can you two carry seven coffins? The village chief said with an angry face, Brother Qiao's coffin plus the coffins of the six young people are exactly seven.

"Two people are enough." Wu Zhiyuan looked at the two middle-aged men and asked, "Can the two of you carry a coffin?" ”

The two looked at each other, and said in unison with firm eyes: "Yes!" ”

"Okay." Wu Zhiyuan nodded and said, "Let's leave immediately, bury Brother Qiao's coffin first, and when we come back safe and sound, then gather the villagers to bury the six coffins, I believe they won't have any more worries." ”

The village chief cast an approving glance at Wu Zhiyuan, this is indeed the best way to solve the problem in this situation.

"I need two more things, though." Wu Zhiyuan changed his words.

"If the Taoist chief needs something, just ask, as long as there is something in the village, I will definitely find it for you." The village chief hurriedly said.

"There must be one in the village." Wu Zhiyuan waved his hand and said, "A handful of incense ash, a handful of realgar powder." ”

"Incense ash?" The village chief was stunned and muttered to himself.

"Offer the ashes from the incense burner on the table, be careful not to get water." Wu Zhiyuan turned his head to look at the incense burner on the table due north.

The village chief hurriedly went to the incense burner to get incense ashes, and a middle-aged man also came out of the ancestral hall, and after a while, he brought back a cloth bag, which was half a cloth bag of realgar powder.

Wu Zhiyuan put the incense ash and realgar powder in the left and right pockets of his trouser pockets, and Ah Feng took Wu Zhiyuan and the two middle-aged people back to his home.

Moon Shadow Fuxian and Wen Qing were waiting anxiously in the living room, Moon Shadow Fuxian stood at the door from time to time and looked left and right, and was relieved to see Wu Zhiyuan and the others coming back, but when she heard that Wu Zhiyuan was going to give Brother Qiao's funeral, there was still a trace of unease on her face.

"I'll go with you." Moon Shadow Fuxian said with a concerned expression.

"That's exactly what I mean." Wu Zhiyuan smiled slightly, in this case, he needs the Moon Shadow Immortal to accompany him, if he encounters a demonic thing, he can naturally deal with it, but if he encounters a poisonous snake and beast, the Moon Shadow Immortal's skills are enough to deal with it.

Wu Zhiyuan refused Ah Feng's joining and asked her to stay at home with Wen Qing. In fact, the danger of this trip is unknown, the fewer people the better, and it is not known whether Ah Feng played an innocent role in this whole matter, and letting her stay with Wen Qing is also a kind of surveillance on her.

Several people cleaned up, and the two middle-aged men lifted the coffin one after the other, and in order to prevent the recurrence of the same mistake, this time they replaced it with a double-strand straw rope, which was undoubtedly strong. Moon Shadow Fuxian walked behind the coffin with a torch, and Wu Zhiyuan walked in front of the coffin with a peachwood sword in his hand, he didn't know the way to the bamboo cemetery, and he needed the constant guidance of the two middle-aged people carrying the coffin behind.

The four of them soon entered the bamboo forest and walked on the path to the cemetery.

At this time, there was already a wind in the bamboo forest, a gust of wind blew, and the bamboo leaves made a burst of "whoosh" sounds, and the four of them all felt a chill, especially the two middle-aged people who carried the coffin, they were wearing thin cotton clothes, but they were still very cold.

The real yin wind in the bamboo forest made Wu Zhiyuan feel bad, he took out the compass given by his master, put his left hand flat on his waist, and watched the reaction of the compass pointer as he walked.

Despite the oppressive yin qi, the compass pointer did not change much, indicating that there was no yin or evil thing nearby. The four of them continued to move forward, and the cemetery soon looked at each other from afar, and at this moment, the pointer of the compass in Wu Zhiyuan's hand shook suddenly, and quickly rotated to the right, pointing to the direction of Wu Zhiyuan's right.

Wu Zhiyuan's nerves suddenly tensed, and he looked in the direction of the compass pointer, and at the same time pointed the peachwood sword in his hand to the right.

The compass's pointer pointed to the right, but it still swayed in a small area, indicating that the evil thing was moving a short distance. Wu Zhiyuan naturally understood the meaning of the compass pointer constantly swinging, so he took a few steps to the right, first chasing the evil thing hiding nearby.

At this moment, he heard two crisp sounds of "pop", followed by a "bang", Wu Zhiyuan looked back and saw that the straw rope of the two middle-aged people carrying the coffin suddenly broke, and the coffin had fallen to the ground. Because of the heavy fall, the coffin shook violently, and the coffin lid turned off the coffin.

Wu Zhiyuan couldn't care about the reaction of the compass pointer at this time, hurriedly turned around and walked to the coffin, and was just about to ask what happened to the two middle-aged people, why the two straw ropes tied to the coffin would also break, his eyes glanced casually into the coffin, and he was suddenly surprised.

This coffin is actually empty!