Wushuang is not an expert in antique identification, but the so-called "dragon gives birth to dragon and phoenix gives birth to phoenix, and the son of a mouse can make a hole", this is ugly but not false at all. The Northeast of the Republic of China has touched the gold as the leader. Wu Gongyao left a lot of priceless antiques to future generations, and of course, most of these are also Ming weapons. Wushuang has had a lot of contact since he was a child, and he is worth half an expert.

The red markings on the inside of the jade bracelet were nothing else, it was made by absorbing the rotten blood of the corpse after being in contact with the corpse for a long time. The jade nature belongs to yin, and the corpse also belongs to yin, and the combination of the two yin is a very cold and fierce thing. Wherever there is this kind of jade piece in the Ming vessel, even if it was once brought by Emperor Laozi, it is not worth much. This kind of jade piece also has a name in the industry called "corpse blood".

Wushuang sat on the edge of the kang and drank another glass of wine, then lit a cigarette and smoked it in a puff without saying a word. The people didn't dare to ask anything, so they had to wait for him to speak.

"I'm not sure, but I can try, it's up to you to see what happens to you. If he is destined to not be able to do this, I can't help it. ”

"Thank you, big brother, I'll take you to the field to see the grave, and the second dog will go get a flashlight. When the woman saw that Wushuang had spoken, she hurried to take him to the old grave.

"Don't worry, it's time to hit it now. What if you really cheat the corpse?"

"Boss Wushuang, what are you talking about?" the master asked.

"Let's go to his house first and keep guard, we can't let Liu Dazhuang go out tonight no matter what. Don't think that Lao Wantou was an ally at the beginning, it wasn't sleepwalking, it was a ghost in the grave who hooked his soul to atone for his sins!

As he spoke, Wushuang Lu Haotian followed everyone back to Liu Dazhuang's house, and he had enough of the score, and if he really wanted to move the real chapter, even Wushuang himself was stunned.

Lu Haotian persuaded him along the way, saying: "Lao Tie, don't be reckless, you are a thief at most, we are not a Taoist priest of Maoshan, more is better than less, if you can find Ma Fuxiang, you can find it, if you can't find it, let's go, what are you doing with this idle matter?"

"There are many secret techniques in the Golden Point Sect that involve exorcism and suppression of ghosts, and I saw a lot of them when I read 'Thousand Machines and Thieves' last few days, and I hope to use them. Since we are here, even if we have a fate with them, it is better than them looking for those old immortals who deceive people, right? In the end, the money is spent, and the people are gone. I'll try it, don't worry, I have a talisman on my body, and a dagger left by my grandfather, it's all a thing to ward off evil spirits, even if there is really something unclean, it can't do anything to me. ”

Liu Dazhuang's condition is much stronger than during the day, and he gradually sleeps more and no longer trembles. Wushuang stepped forward to look at his complexion, and the black gas was still visible between his eyebrows.

He has no better way to think of it, but to have a small talk with everyone, waiting for that moment to come, as for whether Liu Dazhuang will have the same sleepwalking symptoms as Lao Wantou, he can't say well, I just hope it's better not to be like this.

He remembered the story of the Goryeo zombie that the master told him just now, but he didn't expect that in the end, the female corpse was separated and ran to the back of the Guandi Temple in a daze, and the wound did not look like it was bitten by an animal, nor did it look like it was made by a sharp weapon. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that the fate of this ancient Goryeo corpse was very similar to the two entourages of Yoshiko Kawashima who had accidentally eaten the poisonous fruit in the Dragon Slaying Ridge more than half a century ago.

"Director, I want to ask you something, is there a person surnamed Ma in our tunzi, I used to have a relative, I haven't moved around for many years, it seems to live nearby, if he is still alive, he should be over eighty years old. ”

The master folded his hands and counted for a while and said, "There are those with the surname Ma, but there are none who are over eighty." ”

Wushuang shook his head at Lu Haotian with his mouth, it seems that this time he is going to pounce.

"Hmm...... Hum...... ......At this time, Liu Dazhuang's body, which had been lying on the kang, trembled violently, and his mouth kept humming.

"Twins, look, what's wrong with him?" Lu Haotian sat on the edge of the kang, and he could clearly feel the cold air on Liu Dazhuang's body.

Liu Dazhuang's eyes were tightly closed, one hand was stretched out outside the quilt, the hand was bent like a chicken's paw, his nails were pinched into the quilt, and the muscles all over his body were twitching, looking terrifying.

"Mouse, hold him down for me, don't let him move!, Erdanzi, find some glutinous rice!" Wushuang shouted.

The people did not dare to ask more, but hurried to prepare according to his instructions. Lu Haotian is a tall man and a big horse, born with brute strength, even if he presses his hands on Liu Dazhuang like this, he still feels that his heart is not enough, and he is about to be freed.

"Tie him up with a rope! I can't let him go out tonight under any circumstances! I've already lost a soul, and if I lose another one, no one can save him!"

The director went out and called two strong men, plus Lu Haotian one by one, he held down Liu Dazhuang's limbs, and then tied him to the kang with a thick hemp rope. The superstitious thoughts of the countrymen are deeply rooted in the bone marrow, and when they see this posture, they dare not step forward, standing in front of the door and talking and pointing and pointing.

"Where are the glutinous rice? Where did you go if you were looking for glutinous rice?" Northeast people eat rice, bud rice, and millet, but they don't have the habit of eating glutinous rice, unless they use a little bit of seed wrapping during the Dragon Boat Festival. It's hard to find glutinous rice for the sake of that kid.

Before Erdanzi came back, his father Liu Dazhuang sat up straight from the kang in a flicker, and the hemp ropes on his body were all tied to the buds of the rice ridges, although they were not strong, but they were not something that he, a thin man, could break free. I saw that Liu Dazhuang sat up and the back was gray, and the muscles all over his body were swollen and bloodshot. The hemp rope made a gadada's movement, and it was being broken free by his brute force.

Wushuang frowned, and said in his heart, it's not good, the evil spirit in the ancient tomb of Goryeo is heavier than he expected, if he blindly stops Liu Dazhuang, he is afraid that he will cause trouble. But he is a big living person, and he is no better than a living corpse under the Dragon Killing Ridge, so he definitely can't be shot down.

Wushuang jumped on the kang and hugged Liu Dazhuang with a hideous face with both hands behind his back, Liu Dazhuang was only five feet tall, a hundred catties, but he didn't know where this evil energy came from, and with a loud roar, he broke free from the shackles of the hemp rope and threw Wushuang out of the ground.

"Oh my god, it's haunted!

Liu Dazhuang jumped up from the kang, jumped five or six meters away in one step, and then walked slowly outside the house with his eyes closed and his body stiff, no matter who he met in front of him, he didn't dodge, and ran over directly. The old director was also stupid, and stayed where he was, not daring to move.