Chapter Twenty-Four: Uncle Shi
"Huiyin, don't plan to be good until dawn, this is the Eight Ghost Array Yin, and there will never be dawn." The skull owner snorted coldly.
The old man stood up: "Really? Not necessarily. ”
The old man took out the eight coffin nails from his body, one in each direction of the eight directions, and threw them out, and everything around him was shattered.
"Okay, you Huiyin, you ruined my disciple before, and today you ruined my eight ghosts, and I remember it for you all these years. Sooner or later, you won't die at my doorstep. The voice was a little surprised, and it made me a little desolate.
I turned my head to look at the old man, what had happened before, that he would have so many enemies? Every sorrowful person hated him to the core.
"Xuanzi, are you leaving?" The bald head finally dared to speak out.
I reached into my pocket and grabbed my ears to pull him out. The old man did not speak all night, like his character, did not explain
"Hey, old man, what is this Wang Zaizhong doing when he falls to the ground?" I carried my shovel and walked towards the cemetery where I had been.
The old man pinned his dry tobacco stick to look at me: "You don't know when you say it, it's here." ”
The scenery in front of me has not changed as yesterday, and he swaggered towards Wang Zaizhong's grave.
I continued to shovel the soil along the place of yesterday, and saw the coffin lid exposed. I looked up excitedly and wanted to call the old man down.
The old man lay outside and made a shushing motion, when did he become so timid? In broad daylight, I was afraid that he would not succeed, I picked up the excess soil, and there was a faint sound of breathing, when did the old man's breathing sound become so loud?
"Xuanzi, let me tell you something, you can't blame me." The old man had a broken jar on his face.
I held my shovel and my chin lifted. "Tell me?"
"The people in here aren't dead. These eight coffin nails, you nail it back. ”
"I said, old man, what are you kidding, this tomb has been around for thirty or forty years, and you told me that he didn't die?" I don't believe the old man's words at all.
When the old man saw that I didn't believe me, he threw down a clod of soil. It just fell on the coffin.
The coffin didn't move. "The old man jokes at any time, it's noon, and you told me that there was a ghost at noon?" At noon like this, the bald head would hide in the tablet and dare not come out, let alone a coffin exposed in the sun.
The old man looked at the coffin silently, "Senior brother, won't I borrow you a few soul sealing nails?" Not really. ”
"I said old man, are you stupid, even if it is really your senior brother inside, it is estimated that you will become bones." That being said, I looked at the coffin worriedly.
"If you don't say anything more, I'll lift your coffin. Don't give any face in front of your nephew. "It seems that the old man is anxious.
The coffin shook for a moment, "Hehe, you kid has apprentices." "The voice is powerful and powerful.
"Mom!" I threw off my shovel and climbed out of the grave, and as soon as I went up, I was caught by the old man.
"Gua Wazi, where do you want to run?"
I shuddered and pointed to the grave. "Talking from the inside"
"The dead man inside is talking." Psychological defenses are on the verge of collapse.
The old man grabbed me and shouted, "He's your uncle." ”
"Uncle Shishi? Coffin? "I can't connect my uncle to the coffin yet.
There was no sound coming from the coffin. I calmed down for a while and sorted out the whole process of the old man's pit on me.
"Old man, you explain it to me." I sat next to the tombstone, my face pale.
The old man was kind and wandering: "It's your uncle inside, the yang energy is completely destroyed, the yin and yang on the body are not coordinated, and you can't see the sun." Therefore, use a coffin made of the trunk of a good locust tree to calm his soul so that his soul will not be scattered. ”
"Yes! This lie is more than 30 years. I think I was also a handsome gentleman back then. The voice in the coffin sounded again. Still scares me.
"Are you brothers? Why are you called Wang Zaizhong? His voice trembled.
"Wang Zaizhong, hehe, why is your master called Zhang Pan?" The coffin asked me rhetorically.
I snorted: "Chapter crawl? The old man's real name is Zhang Crawl. ”
The old man blushed and had a thick neck when I laughed. "You baby, your name is not from Lao Tzu."
"Huh. Senior brother, it turns out that you haven't told him yet. ”
The old man flattened his mouth: "Tell him?" Few people in the entire Zhangjiawan know. ”
"This is how young it is, Master buried me here seventy years ago, and I have never seen him again."
Seventy years ago? The old man was only in his fifties, "Uncle Shi, have you miscalculated, my master is only in his fifties." ”
"Oh? Your master is now in his fifties? Joke. ”
The monk of Zhanger was confused.
"Hehe, don't mention it. He didn't know anything. The old man interrupted my train of thought.
"After so many years, I have suffered a lot. That is, you come to see me every year, and you live so close, the old clown has never been here once. ”
The old clown should be the owner of the skeleton.
"Uncle Shi, in fact, he" The old man covered me and squeezed his eyes.
"Actually, he's already moved out." I don't know what the old man meant.
"Moved away? I said I hadn't seen him in years. ”
"Uncle Shi, my name is Xuanzi, and I am the only apprentice of the old man." has grown so big, except that Ah Kun has learned a few tricks from him, he is not an apprentice.
"The only apprentice? I hope you, an apprentice, will not lose the master again. How's the war spirit on you? ”
The old man hurriedly took over: "War soul, what war soul?" In this life, Xuanzi is Xuanzi. The old man's words were full of flaws, but they still warmed my heart.
"Xuanzi, quickly nail down your uncle's soul sealing nail." The old man changed his words.
How dare I be: "Master, you should come." "I handed the hammer forward.
"If you don't hurry up, it'll be dark when you get home." No matter what the old man says, I just don't move.