Huang Pao ran as if he had been poured a basin of cold water, only to feel cold from head to toe, and the terrifying taste quickly spread to his whole body. However, he didn't dare to leave here, for fear of being accused of being ineffective and being beaten by Shopee and Yang Hao.

"You two hurry up!" Huang Ran ran could only howl at the night sky with trepidation, and then turned his head to look at the rest of the place, never to look at the dead again.

At this moment, he suddenly felt some kind of movement behind him. He subconsciously turned his head to look back......

If you don't look at it, you will immediately bluff him out of the sky!

It turned out that the dead man lying on the door panel was gone!

Is it a corpse blown up? Huang Ranran's first thought was this question, and then he let out a dry howl from his throat: "Come on, blow up the corpse!"

"Blow up your head, what are you howling about?" Shopee took the lead in rushing over with the wolf hair, and roared at the hysterical Huang Runran.

"The peasant's cousin has blown up the corpse!" Huang Ran pointed to the door panel tremblingly.

Shopee looked at Huang Paoran's fingers, and he was also bluffed, and his head became bigger and swelled like a pumpkin: "This...... What's going on?

"It's a corpse, not a person. Huang ran in a panic and even knew how to correct Shopee.

"What's going on?" the commotion finally startled the rest of the group. When everyone's eyes came into contact with the empty door panel, they all stayed there, as if they had been immobilized.

"It seems that this is very evil, the farmer's cousin has turned into a zombie and walked away on his own!" someone said with a shiver in his upper and lower teeth.

Shopee's face was cold, and he was about to get angry, Yang Shengnong hurriedly persuaded: "Shopee, I know you want to say that this is feudal superstition, but some superstitions also have to be believed, you think, how could a dead man disappear for no reason? If it wasn't for someone to steal the body, then it must be that some of his functions came back to life, and it's not the first time you've seen such an example, and if you want to say that it's superstition, then it's really unreasonable!"

"you, I don't need you to come to class yet!Is Kesi back?Hurry up and ask Kesi!" Shopee pushed Yang Shengnong, and a pair of eyes searched the crowd.

"But Si and Miss Fu haven't come back yet!" someone replied.

"The top priority at the moment is to get the corpse of the peasant uncle back as soon as possible! Otherwise, it will really become a zombie, and the disaster will not be small!" Long Yunpeng shouted.

"Farmer, you have to be mentally prepared, in case your cousin becomes a zombie, you will have to kill your relatives in righteousness!" Liu Yong also persuaded.

"That old bastard has really become a zombie, I will definitely kill my relatives in righteousness!" said a chill in the farmer's teeth.

"How the hell did this happen? Could it be that the village chief's reminder was right?" Heng Qi looked at the crowd.

"If you don't listen to the old man, you really suffer a loss in front of you!" Xie Ke also shook his head and said.

"What the hell was going on just now? Aren't there three people guarding the spirit? Why is it that only Huang Ranran is here, and there are two others?"

"There are two more people who are Chen Han and Xiao Ziang!" Huang replied.

"Where are these two bastards?" said Shopee, looking left and right.

"It's coming, it's coming. Chen Han and Xiao Ziang hurried over with a crumpled red cloth.

Shopee snatched the red cloth from the hands of the two, crumpled it into a ball and threw it fiercely, throwing a beautiful parabola and flying down the hillside, farther than he had thrown before.

Chen Han and Xiao Ziang only felt dizzy and said: "Shopee, you also cherish the fruits of our labor, we finally found this red cloth, and you actually threw it away......"

"Who told you to find this damn red cloth? I ask you, what about the corpses you guarded?" Shopee yelled hoarsely at the two of them.

Chen Traitor and Xiao Ziang glanced at the door panel, and were immediately dumbfounded: "Ah, why is the corpse gone? How did you guard the corpse?"

"The corpse is guarded by the three of you, you two don't want to shirk responsibility!" Shopee roared like a cow.

"That's the case, the reason why we left is because ......" is also not enough to succeed and more than to fail, but Chen Traitor's speech is obviously much more clever than Huang Ranran, and he hurriedly explained the reason for leaving, and finally did not forget to put the responsibility on Huang Ranran's head.

"It seems that it is precisely because of the absence of the red cloth that the farmer's cousin has become a zombie!" Liu Yong said with a cold expression in his teeth.

"Yes, yes, it seems that this is indeed the case!" everyone agreed.

"What are you talking about? Why did the corpse of the peasant uncle roll down the hill and be bitten by wild dogs?" Yang Hao's voice suddenly appeared in everyone's ears.

"What?" all of them suddenly became wooden chickens in a daze.

Shopeei hurriedly rushed to Yang Hao and said, "What did you say, why did the corpse of the peasant uncle roll down the hillside?"

"He didn't turn into a zombie, did he?" Heng Qi, Xie Ke and the others also asked nervously.

"He's a zombie ......"

"Huh, did he really turn into a zombie?" a chill rose up on everyone's backs.

"What did he turn into a zombie? He was originally a stiff, cold corpse!" Yang Hao looked at everyone inexplicably.

"I see, I see, this must be Huang Paoran, you three bastards are not well guarded, causing the old man's body to be dragged down the hill by wild dogs!"

"Nice, nice. Heng Qi and the others also seemed to have come to their senses.

"My cousin-in-law......" the peasant cried and ran up the hillside.

"Go and carry the corpse of the peasant!" Shopee yelled angrily at the crowd.

"Ah, carry the corpse of the peasant?"

Shopee was so anxious that he rubbed his hands and said, "Can you help the farmer carry the corpse?"

...............

The corpse of the peasant uncle was finally recovered and buried in a prepared letter. The functor is really small and can accommodate a teenager and a half-year-old child at most. However, due to the distorted form of the corpse of the peasant uncle, which was similar to that of a half-old child, the funnee could barely accommodate his body.

The funacin was then carried to the erected mourning hall, that is, to the hall. The wreaths tied by the girls and the curtains written on the shrimp skin were also piled up all over the house. Under the light of the white mourning lanterns, the entire mourning hall looks unusually deserted and gloomy, and no matter who walks here, there will be a creepy feeling.

Heng Qi scratched his granite head and complained: "I don't understand, why does the funeral have to be so eerie?

Liu Yong retorted: "When people die, it's too late to grieve, you still have to be festive, do you think this is a happy event?"

"Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and make the funeral work, the mourning music and the funeral gongs and drums must be beaten, and the cymbals will be beaten.

Firecrackers!" Shopee looked at the crowd.

"Shopee, let's start the meal first, everyone is hungry. I looked at Shopee.

"Yes, yes, let's start the meal first!" everyone echoed.

Shopee looked at Heng Qi and said, "You 'guy', is the meal ready?"

Heng Qi nodded and said, "Of course it's done, you can start the meal now!"

"Let's have dinner. Shopee said.

Everyone sat down around the two big tables of the Eight Immortals, waiting for the meal to begin.

The stinky boy Hengqi's skills are really good, the dish is fried very fragrant, and everyone is hungry.

However, everyone praised Heng Qi's craftsmanship, and when he picked up the bowl and was about to eat, he saw Heng Qi habitually blowing his nose, and then wiped his apron, and smiled humbly: "My craftsmanship is so-so, compared to those chefs, it is too far behind." ”

"It's too far off!" the crowd teased. Then someone vomited. Many more were dumbfounded.

Shopee also shook his head and sighed, "Looks like we're going to have to change the 'chef'......"

"You don't know this kind of virtue, let's eat, it's not clean, and there is no disease after eating!" I glanced at the shrimp skin, picked up the bowl and chewed it.

"Brother Yang, stop eating!" Fu Ying suddenly said to me.

"Yingying, Heng Qi is such a 'dirty person', you just pretend not to see it, you still have to eat. I thought Fu Ying was so disgusting that she couldn't eat, so she hurriedly persuaded her.

"No, that signal has appeared again, in case there are too many dreams at night, let's bury the dead!" Fu Ying said to me in a resolute tone.

My face became solemn: "What? The signal has appeared again?"

"Well, we must bury the dead immediately!" Fu Ying said categorically.

"Is that now?" I said, looking at the pitch black sky. It was already past eight o'clock in the evening, and it was already dark.

"Yes. ”

"Shopee, has the grave been dug up?" I turned to look at Shopee.

Shopee looked at the old god, "Old god, have you done your job as a gravedigger?"

The old god's forehead tilted: "Of course, otherwise I dare to sit here and eat?"

"Okay, then hurry up and do what Miss Fu says!" Shopee said with a wave of his hand.

An hour later, in the cemetery in the back mountain, we placed the funx of the peasant uncle next to the dug grave, ready to bury the funx. I looked at the tomb and saw that it was two meters long, one meter wide, and three meters deep, and there seemed to be a viscous liquid at the bottom of the tomb, which emitted a strong smell of kerosene.

The old god looked at me and Shopee and said: "All this is arranged according to Miss Fu's opinion, if the burial goes well, then implement the first set of plans, not the second set of plans, if it doesn't go well, implement the second set of plans!"

After exchanging opinions with Shopee, I waved my hand and said, "Let's get started!"

The functory, or coffin, was slowly lowered into the tomb, and in the process of being put in, everything seemed to be going well. Suddenly, however, the functor shook violently, and the sound of "popping" broke the silence of the night.

All of our hearts were beating, and all eyes were fixed on the funne.

The peasants wept and said, "Is my cousin alive......?" Pull the funne!"

Dear book friends, due to the recent busy work, the chapter update is slow, please forgive me. In addition, please rest assured that no matter what difficulties there are, this book will be completed persistently!