The guards who had fallen to the ground turned around in a panic, and a row of coffins were neatly stacked behind them, and at some point, they appeared there silently, like a sandstorm a few days ago, suddenly without the slightest warning.

The whole group of night watchmen gathered back and forth, and there was hardly any human or anything to be seen, except for the dust that whistled all night. Until the sky first bloomed, they clearly remembered that a second before Aunt Mo Yu appeared, the place where the coffin was placed was still empty. Now, they're all out.

The clan witch guards are at least at the Gu master level, and what they have experienced and seen are all mysterious Gu worms and fantasy and advanced witchcraft techniques, small tricks such as empty tank transfer, and they can easily use some kind of external force to achieve a strong visual effect. However, every coffin here is a lump of wood weighing hundreds of pounds, and there are still corpses inside, not to mention the weight of hundreds of pounds, what kind of ability can make ten such coffins appear quietly beside them at the same time?

Hiss, the guardians all gasped, and the terrifying morning atmosphere was like a boulder pressing against their chests, making it difficult to breathe.

"They, they," the seated guard turned pale and began to stutter, his crotch wet, and a heavy stench of liquid running over the yellow sand of the ground.

"Waste, from today onwards, where did you come from, go back with me, our clan and witch family don't need useless seeds!" Aunt Mo Yu squinted at the man with disdain, took out a handkerchief, and covered her mouth and nose.

Aunt Mo Yu, just like the previous two days, instructed the clan witch guards to open the museum, and at the same time vigilantly made people pay attention to the movement of the coffin, such as the smoke and dust that suddenly appeared in the coffin, after all, this group of young people is the future of Heishui River.

The third batch of coffins was opened, and ten corpses lay quietly in the coffins, their faces serene. Mo Yu's face was ugly, and everyone's attention was on the coffin that appeared strangely two days ago, and only then did she notice a detail.

"Seal the coffin and nail ten coffin nails." She instructed her men to reinforce the coffin nails, as the corpses were getting more and more wrong.

Mo Yu examined the corpses one by one, if these people all died in the three days of the sandstorm, the latest had been dead for four whole days, and the corpses should have appeared corpse spots. However, the flesh and skin of these corpses are as if they were before their deaths, and their skin is as pale as it was when they were alive, except for the pale skin caused by the lack of blood circulation in the cortex, and even retains its due elasticity. Mo Yu was guessing that the method of refining corpses in the black seedlings had been lost, and someone was using these corpses to refine evil arts.

The ten coffins were newly sealed, reinforced with ten coffin nails, tied with thick ropes, and transported to the central square for unified placement. Mo Yu believes that in the next few days, the dead will still appear one after another, until there are enough coffins of more than 50 coffins.

December 26, 2005, five days after the dust storm.

At night, Ram and Yu finally couldn't bear it anymore, and he led the escort team to the entrance of the village to investigate the situation, and the time was just past midnight. The howling wind and dust blew through the distant sky, and the vigil lit dozens of torches, the blazing flames swaying. Mo Yu begged the two clan witches to send twice as many men to guard here.

Everything was as usual, and the ram and the cowardly old face patrolled around the entrance of the village, and then left with a blushing face. He had palpitations, if he really had a sixth sense, he could now feel the surging of the dark waves of the Heishui River, as if there was a powerful force entrenched in the sky above the Heishui River, crushing and trampling the clansmen little by little, until they broke their last psychological defense.

At that time, the sand and dust in the air gradually disappeared after many days of purification by nature, and the light of dawn shone on the group of guards. But, once again, the terrifying coffin appeared.

The guards shuddered in a cold sweat, and the line of sixty people densely packed almost the corner of the village, and the coffin crowded into the crowd, quietly reappeared.

I believe that most people have the experience of crowding the bus, in a crowded environment, squeezed around or there is an extra person, no one will pay too much attention to whether there is an extra person next to them.

This is the situation now, the coffin appears in the gap where the clan witch guard stands, and is neatly stacked. A row can be connected in a straight line.

Only then did they realize that they didn't know when there was an extra coffin around them, not an extra person.

Mo Yu came early, still with a blue face, and greeted coldly, "Open the coffin!" ”

She found that the coffins that appeared every day were different. She was referring to the body inside the coffin.

Dead faces were exposed to the air, they had no corpse spots, no breathing heartbeat.

"He, he, still, - alive." The words were dispersed, and the guards around the coffin retreated. The people inside the coffin have been dead for many days, and it would be the most sensational thing if they were all alive.

The one who broke the voice was a guard who opened the coffin, and his eyes were full of fear as he stared at the open coffin. He clearly saw that the lower jaw of the corpse inside was slightly open, a puff of white smoke mixed with the smell of rancid smell slowly rising, and the corpse's eyelids were regularly agitated, and it was the eyeballs swirling in the sockets.

Mo Yu's pupils shrank, and his eyes looked directly at the guard, "He's crazy, tie him up, fix the coffin as it is, and reinforce twenty coffin nails." She also noticed that the body of the corpse was slowly changing, maybe the previous coffin was opened again, and the corpse would jump out directly?

She couldn't add unnecessary fear to her people, which would destabilize the Blackwater River. She decided that she would keep a vigil herself tonight until dawn the next day, and she wanted to see with her own eyes how these horrific images came to be, and where these coffins came from!

December 27, 2005, six days after the sandstorm. The last coffins appeared.

Time passed minute by minute, and in the past few days, they had already figured out the pattern of the appearance of the coffin, at a certain point in time.

The wind and sand at night are much smaller, and Mo Yu stands intently twenty meters in front of the village archway, enjoying the scenery. Because the position of the coffin is the same every time, she only needs to keep an eye on these positions.

At the beginning of the morning, the clan witch guards present yawned, and the fatigue of the night was fully revealed.

Mo Yu pulled out the scimitar, his arm trembled slightly, and a trace of fear emerged.

"Don't stand still, make room for what should be vacated." She needed a wide range of vision, she needed to know how these things came to be.

The crowd gathered together seemed to be amnesty, retreating in all directions, forming a circle, dozens of pairs of eyes staring at the exposed clearing.