"Isn't it possible that the main owner of this bucket is lying here?" I looked at a black coffin not far away, and I didn't know what my mood was, because this coffin was too weird. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Although I couldn't see the relief from a distance, this coffin was the most horrific I had ever seen. The lid of the black coffin didn't seem to be tightly covered, and bursts of black mist flowed out from the cracks. This black fog is like the dry ice on the stage, which appears heavy, and once it flows out, it slides all the way down to the ground. Within four or five meters of the coffin, the stones under his feet could no longer be seen, and they were completely covered by black mist.

The old man took off his backpack and threw it to Brother Qiang, "You wait where you are, I didn't tell you not to approach no matter what happened, and you couldn't make a sound." Remember!"

The old man only took the bundle of corpse ropes and walked slowly towards the black coffin, and the black mist under his feet rolled up to form a pit with each step.

The old man approached the black coffin within ten meters, and the black coffin shook suddenly, and a large amount of black mist immediately flowed out, like a tide rolling towards the old man. The old man snorted, and with a cold hum, the black mist rolled and dispersed as if he understood. Keep moving forward, but very slowly. This kind of slowness makes people very anxious to watch, it is an extremely distorted slow motion.

Then I couldn't believe my eyes. The black mist around the old man rolled over and surrounded the old man. In the blink of an eye, a huge black ball was formed. We can't see the image of an old man at all.

Click...... , There was a crisp sound, and my heart was shocked, the old man must not be reckless, if he loses his life here, it will be worth the loss. Cong Shuya just grabbed my hand and looked at the black ball nervously.

The crunch sound seemed to be the sound of an old man stepping on gravel, but I couldn't understand why it was so loud.

Click...... The sound of footsteps seemed to step on my tail, and I unconsciously leaned back, feeling very weird. But what's even more strange is that the black mist, as the old man continues to move forward, it actually rolls with it.

The old man was already within five meters of the black coffin, and as soon as he broke off, the black mist rose suddenly, like a layer of water falling around.

The black mist under the old man's feet was already like substance, and it seemed that he was stepping on it and walking forward. The black coffin stopped moving, and I thought it was all about to stop when the lid of the coffin was lifted suddenly.

The old man began to mumble something in his mouth, although these muttering sounds are not quite the same as what Diao Nan said, they should have the same effect. The lid of the black coffin flipped around in the air a few times, and then closed with a clatter.

The black coffin shook again, and the old man directly put his hand on the lid of the coffin, and the muttering sound in his mouth was a little excited. I can hear Diao Nan's corpse language, but the old man's voice is completely clueless, and it feels like he is arguing with Zongzi.

The muttering sound became louder and louder, and the old man also walked around the black coffin, and gradually the black mist no longer flowed out of the black coffin, and everything seemed to become quiet.

Chirping...... , the long, high-pitched voice seems to be scratched on the bones, making people's hairs stand on end. The old man pushed the lid of the black coffin open, and stood upside down on the black coffin with one hand.

If it weren't for the old man who reminded us not to speak, I couldn't help but shout.

There was a surge in the black coffin, and those black mist were like a fountain, surging out wildly. The old man directly put his hand into the black mist, but immediately pulled it back. The muttering in his mouth became very loud, and there was a scolding in his voice. This is the only place where I can hear the tone of the corpse's voice.

The black mist gushed for a while, and it gradually subsided. The old man turned over and straddled the black coffin, and stretched out his hands into the coffin.

From us, I can't see exactly what the old man is doing, but Cong Shuya only squeezes my hand and I know that the old man is definitely doing a very dangerous thing. I patted Cong Shuya's shoulder comfortingly, and Cong Shuya burst into tears and leaned her head on my shoulder.

The old man put his two hands in for a very long time, and I think if it were me, my arms and legs would have been numb, but he still maintained the same posture and did not move. I even wonder if the old man was assassinated by the zongzi inside, and just sat there and died.

Call...... , the old man looked up to the sky and often breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly untied the corpse rope around his waist. The rope stretched out into the black coffin for a while, and then the old man lay on the black coffin with both elbows of his feet as fulcrums.

My hands kept working in the black coffin, and my heart was in my throat. The old man bowed his head, put a rope noose around his neck, and then got up hard.

He stood up a little distorted, holding his head high, as if something extremely heavy was tied to the end of the rope. The old man stood up directly and straddled both sides of the sarcophagus. The zongzi, which had always been black, was wrapped in a yellow cloth and poured forward on the old man.

Whether it is the old man or Diao Nan, after helping to tie the corpse rope, he has to release the body and flesh with the zongzi, which is the most nervous and disgusting moment for me. But when they learn this craft, they have to have close contact with zongzi, especially to deal with some high-level zongzi with a certain ability to judge, and they need to stick to zongzi to do such strange things.

Cong Shuya's grip on me suddenly became very tight, and I looked at him strangely, but she was staring at the old man nervously. When I turned my head, I guessed that the old man's hands were bloody, and the black zongzi had a lot of blood stains on the corners of his mouth. Could it be that the old man fed the zongzi and drank his own blood?

The way the old man tied up the corpse was very special, he pulled the end of the rope hard, and the zongzi turned his back to the old man. The old man stretched out his hands in front of the zongzi, and a piece of rope in his hand quickly pulled up a rope flower, and then set it on the head of the zongzi.

The old man glanced up at the top of his head, and then turned to face us.

I can see the appearance of the zongzi this time, the black and thin body is full of black hair, like a long-haired chimpanzee that has always been humanoid, the black hair can be as long as a palm, and then oh the old man dripping blood stains on the face of the zongzi, this terrifying scene I really want to close my eyes.

The old man made a strange expression to us, and Cong Shuya on the side nodded. I wonder if this will be to help him see if there are any changes in the zongzi, and to give him a warning.

But the old man and Diao Nan tied the zongzi in a different way, he actually tied it around his neck, but the zongzi was tied under the armpit, and later added a piece to the neck of the zongzi.

The old man took a deep breath, stretched out his hand and slammed his fist on Zongzi's chest. I was shocked, this is not a grudge against zongzi, a typical enmity with myself. Once the zongzi is fluffed and turned over, it is difficult to say.

But the zongzi drank the blood of the old man, as if he had benefited, but he refused to wake up. I wondered in my heart whether I had given sleeping pills or euthanasia or something to the zongzi, and how could I train to be so obedient.

Cong Shuya's nervous palms on the side were already sweating, and I knew that the old man must have done this dangerous thing for some purpose.

The old man was already sweating profusely, and his face looked a little pale, but the fist that slammed into the zongzi was not light at all, and it was like beating a big drum.

Every time the old man knocked, my heart shook, as if I was doing cardiac resuscitation for zongzi. Cong Shuya on the side suddenly stretched out her two hands and made a gesture to the old man.

The zongzi had blood in the corner of his mouth, and he smiled slightly. At this glance, my scalp was numb, my hair exploded, and I waved my hand and shook my head desperately at the old man.

But I still muttered in my heart that the old man said that he was not allowed to make a sound, and if it was a little more terrifying, I really shouted it out and didn't scare the zongzi to death, but killed the old man.

The old man saw Cong Shuya's gesture and took a deep breath. I thought he would be able to stop, but I didn't expect the old man to clench his fists and pound it hard.

The smile on the rice dumplings became even brighter, and my heart almost jumped out of my throat. But things are far from being as simple as I thought. The old man turned his fist into a claw and grabbed the throat of the zongzi.

I think that after grabbing this zongzi, I turned around and took two bites at the old man, and what surprised me was that the zongzi died down like this, and the smile on his face was gone, but it revealed a gloomy and murderous atmosphere.

Zongzi's face was full of black hair, I couldn't see this gloom, but it felt so obvious that I had to think that it was real, not an illusion I imagined.

The old man pinched hard, and the zongzi immediately opened his mouth wide. I poked the black hair and saw that there was something black in the mouth of the zongzi. also immediately understood what the old man was busy for, and it was very likely that he took out this thing in the mouth of the zongzi.

The old man let go of his hand and wanted to take out the thing, but when he let go of the zongzi, he closed his mouth instantly.

Almost at the same time, Cong Shuya clenched her hands into fists and waved them repeatedly, because Zongzi's eyes opened at this moment, and they emitted a seeping green light. I once thought I was back at Zhu Di's tomb, where the zongzi would have this trick with green eyes.

The old man finally stopped taking risks, stopped his hand and stood there quietly panting. But the green light in the eyes of the zongzi is getting stronger and stronger, I am really anxious, and I gently touched Cong Shuya, wanting him to remind the old man. But Cong Shuya turned her head and glared at me, and then kept her posture unchanged.

The old man had rested enough, and the green light in Zongzi's eyes had reached the extreme. I saw the old man raise his leg and pull out a dagger from his leg. He slashed at his other palm, and blood flowed. The old man had words in his mouth, and he put his palms up, and after a while, there was already a bay of blood in his palms.

I've been staring at the zongzi, but suddenly my heart is broken, and something is going to happen. Because Zongzi not only had green light in his eyes, the smiling mouth bent up again, and then opened his mouth wide, as if he was laughing wildly. The black thing in his mouth was a black bead. It melted and emitted puffs of smoke.

This zongzi seems to have smoked a cigar, and black mist is constantly emitting outward from its mouth, and in a few breaths, it has surrounded the old man and the lower half of the zongzi.