In fact, everyone can see my father's deliberateness, my father said this, but no one dared to move, at this time, my father personally went into battle, and he directly brought a crowbar from the side.

I circled around the big red coffin, slapped heavily on the four corners of the big red coffin, and with a few muffled bangs, the big iron nails with the thickness of a finger on the big red coffin all retreated.

Immediately afterwards, the father pushed one corner of the coffin top plate with one hand, and with a sudden force, the coffin board and the bottom quickly left a slit.

It was just a crack, and I felt a gust of wind emanating from the coffin.

Daddy turned back to me and said, "Fanwa, come here!" ”

I didn't know what my dad wanted me to do, but he threw me the crowbar he had just taken. And my dad pushed hard with both hands, and the coffin board slid directly to the side and fell to the ground.

The surrounding villagers immediately spread out into a large circle, and one by one they craned their necks to look inside the coffin.

I got close and saw that there was a layer of mist shrouded in the coffin, even though my father had opened the coffin board, the mist still wouldn't disperse, it shouldn't be fog.

Daddy stared at the coffin board for a while, and he said, "This coffin has been opened before!" ”

Only then did I realize that my father was originally holding a crowbar, and when he called me over, he threw the crowbar to me, indicating that he had already found that the coffin had been opened at that time, and there was no need for a crowbar.

Judging from the difficulty with which we dig graves, we know that the graves have definitely not been dug up recently.

Almost in the next second, I thought of what Zhu Danian had said before, he said that he had seen my grandfather bury an altar here. At that time, my grandfather had been digging for a long time, and Zhu Danian couldn't see where his grandfather was buried in the night, so it seems that his grandfather should have put the jar in this coffin.

I glanced at my father, who nodded slightly, he must be able to think of this if he is such a smart person.

Seeing that the expression on my father's face was not as dignified as before, I was a little relieved and walked over, and I asked, "Dad, why can't the fog in the coffin disperse?" ”

Daddy looked at those gray mist-like things, he couldn't explain it, but he suddenly said: "Fanwa, I'll leave the rest to you, Daddy can only help you get here!" ”

"What...... What do you mean? I asked, "What do you mean to help me?"

"Reach in and get it out!" My dad said lightly, with a mysterious smile on his face.

I was stunned, my father's words really stunned me, is he still the father I am familiar with? I knew that my father must have asked me to take the jar that my grandfather had buried in, but now in this situation, I can't see anything in it, let alone reach in and get something.

"Dad, is there a way to get rid of these fogs, this looks weird and scary!" I asked tentatively.

"Can't do it!" Dad replied coldly, not talking about the relationship between father and son, he seemed to have suddenly changed as a person, what was going on?

"Mingyi, why don't I come!" Zhu Danian walked over from there, and he probably saw that I was reluctant, but he was quite reluctant when he said this.

"It's okay, I'll come!" I said that I believe that my father will not harm me, and he naturally has a reason for doing so.

Dad nodded, he patted me on the shoulder and stepped aside, and Zhu Danian also retreated to the side with him, as if there was something terrible in the coffin.

I took a deep breath, took my breath, gritted my teeth, and reached into the big red coffin. The gray mist was not a mist at all, it was like a slippery liquid, flowing back and forth with the movement of my hand.

My heart was in my throat, and I was afraid that if I touched something terrible, I could hear my own heartbeat.

But what did I think, suddenly, my hand touched something very soft, I almost screamed, like a conditional launch, and immediately retracted my hand.

"Fanwa, what's wrong?" Zhu Danian asked nervously.

I glanced back at my father, and he was still standing as steady as Tarzan.

"It's fine!" I say.

Then, I turned around and continued to touch it, and I thought it might be a corpse that I had just touched. I've heard that the kind of wet corpse that doesn't decay for hundreds of years still has soft skin, and it should be right. But my grandfather told me that corpses are all just shells, without souls, and there is no need to be afraid.

However, after walking around the coffin, this time, I touched something very hard, and I probably felt that it was a pottery jar.

Finally breathed a sigh of relief.

I wanted to take out the jar directly, but I reached in with my other hand and pulled it out hard, I don't know if it was because the jar was too heavy, or if there was something in it, I couldn't even hold the jar.

"Dad, I can't take it!" I looked back.

"What's that?" Daddy asked, his voice undisguised, as if it was still for some people to hear.

"Jar, my grandfather's jar!" I said, this time I will also stop whispering, intending to cooperate with my father.

However, as soon as my voice fell, I felt a pair of slippery hands grasp my arm, cold hands, a cold current down that hand, just crawling all over my body in an instant.

I got goosebumps all over my body.

I struggled frantically to get free, but I found that the hand was slippery and soft, but it was so strong that I couldn't break free at all.

"Dad, help, there's something in there!" I almost screamed and shouted this sentence, and I didn't look back, and I didn't know if there was any movement on my father's side, but I just felt the hand drag me into the coffin.

The strength of those hands was so great that I didn't hold on long at all, and my hands began to lose their strength, and my feet were unstable, and I stumbled and fell into the coffin.

Immediately afterward, I felt as if I had fallen into water, and the cold water overwhelmed me.

There is no way to breathe, and it is getting closer and closer to the limit.

Suddenly, I felt a pair of hands on my chest, which were so soft and smooth that they even touched my neck, which made my originally confused heart suddenly sober up.

When I opened my eyes, I found that this was not next to the coffin at all, my father, Zhu Danian and those villagers were gone.

In front of me was a room, the house of an old mansion, the door of the house was far away from me, and it was pitch black, but there was candlelight flickering in that room.

Where is this?

Who were those hands just now?

I stood up slowly, curiosity leading me towards the seemingly distant door. Gradually, getting closer and closer, I saw that there were layers of red gauze tents hanging in the room, and the flickering candlelight came through it, so that the candlelight reflected on me, and it looked blood-red.

Getting closer and closer, I came to the door of the house, and I saw the whole house.

There were a lot of red gauze tents hanging inside, and in the depths of the room on the left-hand side, I could see a beautiful ancient mahogany bed, and in the red gauze tent of the ancient bed, there was a woman sitting there, with her back to me.

"You...... Who is it? I hesitated, but asked anyway.

But the woman in the red tent did not respond, she just sat there motionless, as if it were a statue. However, she was wearing a red gauze dress, and her white arms were looming, which reminded me of the hands that caressed my chest just now, could it be her, but who was she?

She didn't react, so I took a deep breath and walked towards her, what kind of face would she have?

I walked over to the old bed and slowly lifted the red veil tent.

"You're coming......" Her voice was distant and ethereal, as if it sounded in my head.

"You know me?" I asked in surprise.

She just let out a smile and slowly began to look back.

The candlelight flickered and had the effect of red veil, and a few blush appeared on her fair face. And her face gradually became clear in my sight, her face was exactly the same as Miao Xiaoyu!

"Teacher Miao?"

I blurted it out almost instantly.

She ...... Who is it? She asked with a frown.

I gradually came back to my senses, how could she be Miao Xiaoyu, although the two of them looked almost identical, but she in front of her was definitely not Miao Xiaoyu.

My mind gradually remembered what had happened before, my father and I were digging graves in the bamboo forest, and then, I came here inexplicably.

Whose grave is dug up, Mrs. Yang's grave!

"Who are you?" I involuntarily took a few steps back.

She held a long gauze skirt, stepped out of bed, and approached me step by step, she smiled, and said three words from her mouth: "Mrs. Yang!" ”