"Is it really the corpse that was blown up?" the peasants, Liu Yong, and Wu Xiaowen were also shocked.

"Oops, the family of the deceased must have forgotten to ask the Taoist priest to recite the Requiem Sutra to the deceased!"

Shopee was also confused, but he would never believe superstitious theories such as exploding corpses, and immediately reprimanded: "Don't talk nonsense, where is there any corpse exploding?"

"But what is it if it is not a corpse?" asked everyone.

"Isn't it possible that the deceased has returned to Yang? It's not uncommon for someone to fake his death and then return to Yang!" shouted Shopee.

"But this person has been dead for three or four days, and the lid of this coffin should have been nailed tightly for a day or two.

"How can it be suffocated? This coffin is not a complete vacuum environment, there will always be air, as long as it is not buried, how can it be suffocated all at once?" Shopee retorted.

"It's someone inside!" Yang Hao, who had been listening to the movement of the coffin, suddenly rushed towards the coffin.

Seeing this, the people hurried to follow.

Yang Hao looked at the coffin and eagerly said to everyone: "Who has a small knife or a dagger or something like that?"

"I have. Hengqi handed him a switchblade. Yang Hao popped out the blade, inserted it into the gap in the coffin, and suddenly pried ......

With a "click", the heavy coffin lid was pried loose by him, and several soul suppression nails were also brought up, and a huge gap appeared between the coffin lid and the coffin.

In the past three years, although Yang Hao's ability has been greatly lost, there is still instantaneous explosive power, for example, when he kills a pig, he relies on instantaneous explosive power to stab the knife into the heart of the pig. The lid of the coffin was also pried open by his instantaneous explosive force - it was difficult to pry open this coffin without special tools.

However, after priing open the lid of the coffin, Yang Hao's strength was suddenly gone. He shouted to the crowd tiredly, "Quick, push the lid open!"

The crowd really didn't know what was going on inside the coffin, and if it wasn't a person who returned to the sun, but a corpse, it would be over.

But everyone was also out of the way at this moment, everyone shouted, lifted the coffin lid to the side with numbness, and then looked into the coffin together......

The coffin was stuffed with a lot of satin, silk and cotton, red, green and green, giving people a very strange feeling. And in this pile of red, green and green fabrics, a person sat up, and this person's head was also blocked by the fabric, and everyone couldn't see what he looked like for a while, and they didn't know if he had fangs?

"It's a zombie!" Xiao Ziang screamed in horror, picked up a wooden stick and hit the man in the head. Yang Hao and the others couldn't dissuade him, and the wooden stick fell straight on top of the man's head, hitting the man's head with a buzzing sound.

"Why are you beating me?" the man shouted at the crowd as he ripped off the fabric covering his head.

As soon as everyone heard this voice, they immediately stayed there. Because the sound is so familiar. It was so familiar that they would never forget who this voice was when they died once.

It's Huang Run!!

"How did Huang Ranran? How did you get in?" Heng Qi was shocked, grabbed Huang Ranran's collar and dragged him out of the coffin.

Huang ran and shook his granite head and said blankly: "I don't know, where am I? I obviously slept well in the tent, how did I end up in this box? I almost suffocated to death!"

"You kid ran to the coffin and fell asleep!" Xie Ke interjected.

"How did Huang Ranran run into the coffin? What the hell is going on? Could it be that there are really ghosts in this world?" the peasants, Wu Xiaowen and the others kept scratching their heads.

Shopee stayed there too, as if he didn't even know what had just happened?

Yang Hao reached into the coffin and touched it, then turned his head to the shrimp skin and said, "The deceased is gone." ”

"What, how could the dead be gone?" Shopee was stunned again.

"It can't be that Huang Ran ran carried the corpse out and lay down in it himself, right?" the big head interjected. But when he said this, even he didn't believe it. Because all the people have been staying here, their eyes have hardly left the coffin, which is in the dark, but never leaves the sight of everyone.

What's more, even if Huang Ranran wanted to carry the corpse, then he would have to make some noise, right? Also, the coffin lid had always been nailed to death by the Soul Suppression Nail, how could he Huang Ranran pry it open? Even if Huang Ranran had that kind of magical power, he always had to have a motive, right? He had nothing to do, so he had to lie down in the coffin of a dead man? Not to mention that he was so afraid and ran, he wouldn't dare to give him a hundred guts.

At this time, Xiao Ziang suddenly wanted to go to the tent to get something, so he immediately used the bright light on the mobile phone screen to walk towards the tent.

The big head shouted from behind: "Xiao Ziang, open the tent mouth a little smaller, don't put all the mosquitoes in it." ”

Xiao Ziang replied, "Got it." He had now reached the tent, zipped it up a fist, and put his right arm inside, trying to fumble for what he was going to hold.

However, at this moment, he suddenly smelled a strange strong stench in his nose, which was a bit like the smell of dead rats, but much stronger than the smell of dead rats, and he almost suffocated from the smoke.

"Damn, hasn't the smell of Huang Ran's fart dissipated yet?" he muttered, reaching out and scooping in the tent.

Suddenly, his hand touched a stiff and cold object, like a human arm, and he was startled, and exclaimed, "Who is in it, why is it so cold, like a dead man's hand?"

The people inside didn't squeak.

Xiao Ziang hurriedly opened the tent and poked his whole head in, wanting to see the real thing.

When he saw this, he suddenly frightened the muscles of his whole body tightened, only to feel that all the pores were contracted, and the hairs on his body seemed to grow three points at once!

"Come on, there are dead people!" he exhaled, and the whole person rolled back and fell to the ground with a clatter.

"What's going on?" Yang Hao, Shopee and the others rushed over like a race, and some of them even ran away from their shoes.

Xiao Ziang woke up after pinching people, but he could only lie on the ground and gasp, screaming in his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it, just pointed to the tent with his finger, and there was still a frightened look in his eyes.

Sure enough, there was a dead man lying in the tent, a man, in his fifties, wearing an old-fashioned cotton cloth with a red lining and a green face, which was the popular shroud for the deceased here. Therefore, it is certain that this person should have died a normal death.

Yang Hao can conclude that this is the body in the coffin by distinguishing the smell of the deceased and the smell in the coffin at the same time.

So how did the body in the coffin come to lie in the tent, and who brought him here?

When Yang Hao raised his suspicions to everyone, everyone shook their heads and said, "Who is going to move a corpse into the tent like that? Even if you want to move the corpse, it will take a lot of movement, but none of us have heard this movement." So it is certain that this was not moved into the tent at all. ”

The big head interjected: "It wasn't moved by people, could it be that you came by yourself?"

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm terrified. The farmer rebuked.

The old god rolled his eyelids and said: "Tonight, the snake and ghost of the god queen are about to be used for dry hair, and there will be yin people stalking back and forth, and every time the tiger ghost takes the moon to die, there will be a murderous thing, so it is not surprising that the corpse is raised." ”

"Then what do you mean, this corpse really came by itself?" Wu Xiaowen asked.

"The heavenly machine cannot be leaked, and the heavenly machine cannot be leaked. But the old god shook his hand again and again.

"Old God, shut up for me! I see that you have completely lost your true colors of Marxism and materialism, and have fallen into the abyss of idealism, and you will only preach your charlatans, what else can you do but pretend to be a god?" said Shoppepi angrily.

Yang Hao frowned deeply and said: "This matter is indeed very strange, the deceased who should have been lying in the coffin is lying in the tent, and Huang Ranran, who should have been lying in the tent, is lying in the coffin, how to explain this mysterious phenomenon?"

The farmer said: "This thing is indeed unbelievable, but at present, our priority is not to discuss how this corpse changed positions with Huang Ranran, but not to make a noise, and not to let the family of the deceased know that such a terrible thing happened tonight." At the same time, we need to hurry up and move the body back into the coffin. ”

Yang Hao nodded and said, "Yes, tonight's mysterious phenomenon can only be revealed later, let's carry the deceased back to the coffin first." ”

So several people carefully lifted the body of the deceased, put it back in the coffin, covered the coffin, and re-nailed it with soul scrabbing nails......

There were no other accidents that night, and almost everyone went through the night with their eyes wide open. It is impossible for anyone to sleep in such a situation.

However, Tian Xiaobing, who was sleeping on the minibus, and a few girls rested well.

At the end of the day, the family members of the deceased and the villagers came one after another, they wanted to watch Yang Hao how they carried the deceased to the burial, of course, cymbals, gongs, drums, suona and other cheers are indispensable, the family members of the deceased are also wearing white filial piety clothes, like a group of believers who hold mysterious religious ceremonies. The women even grinned and wept so much that everyone was so worried that they wanted to cry with them.

In order to prevent the family members of the deceased and the villagers from seeing the flaws, Shopee and the others tried their best to pretend that nothing had happened, as if nothing had happened last night.

However, the family of the deceased still checked the coffin, and although they felt as if the coffin had been opened, they could not see any real flaws, so they had to give up.

The Taoist priest invited by the family of the deceased burned the paper money, recited a mantra and a sacrifice, and announced the beginning of the funeral.

Yang Hao's group of people stood in front of the coffin, intending to carry the coffin out of the funeral.

The coffin was placed on two cedar trees more than 10 meters long and thick with telephone poles, and then tied tightly with cables made of cow grass, so that the mourners carried the two cedar trees instead of carrying the coffin directly.