Zhaojia Village, compared to Wujia Village, is even smaller, and the villagers live a day of sunrise and sunset.

Zhaojia Village also has a Yizhuang, but it is different from Wu Tian.

There were white sails hanging at the door, paper money was pasted on the wall, blood-red silk threads were all over the walls, and two white lanterns were hung on both sides of the gate.

If Wu Tian's Yizhuang gives people a feeling of spaciousness, this Yizhuang has completely changed the style of painting, gloomy and terrifying.

There is a house in the courtyard, and there is a hall facing the gate, and between the gate and the hall, there is a blue-black coffin, which looks like gold but not gold, like copper but not copper, like iron and not iron, like wood but not wood...... Anyway, I can't tell what material it is with the naked eye.

The surface of the coffin, wrapped with blood-colored silk threads, densely packed,

Whether it is the hard earth floor or the gray-white walls, the Yizhuang is full of blood-colored silk threads, and if you look closely at the silk threads, you will find that the blood on them seems to be flowing.

"Jingle bell~~~"

With a gentle breeze, the sound of wind chimes sounded in the courtyard.

In the hall, even in the daytime, it looks like it sends chills through the heart.

A large pure red wooden coffin was placed in the main hall, except for the main entrance, the hall did not have a single window, all the walls were gray and white, and at the same time, the blood-colored threads were all over, and the dark hall was faintly filled with blood-colored light.

"Bang bang bang ~~~ Zhao Lao~ Zhao Lao, come out to pick up the work~"

Outside the gate, there was a fierce knock on the door, and a deep voice came into Yizhuang.

"It's coming~"

An old man's voice came from inside the village, and then a tall and sturdy old man, carrying a bag in his hand, walked out of the hall with vigorous steps.

The blood-colored silk thread on the ground instantly receded when the old man's feet were about to step on it, leaving the outline of a footprint, and after the footsteps left, the blood-colored silk thread instantly filled in the empty outline.

"Crunch~"

Step by step, the old man came to the gate and opened the door.

"Old Zhao, how about taking a look at this product?" A sturdy middle-aged man stretched out his hand and pointed to the coffin at the door and asked.

"Blood coffin!" When Zhao Lao saw the coffin at the door, his brows furrowed, because what the villagers of the Zhao family brought back was a blood-colored coffin, even during the day, looking at the bright blood red, it made people's scalp tingle.

Blood coffin, among the many coffins, in terms of its horror, can definitely enter the top three.

"It can't come out of a blood cave, right?" Zhao Lao looked at the middle-aged man and asked.

"Yes, the day before yesterday we entered the blood cave, and it took two days for Xiao Tian and the pillar to fold there before we found this coffin!" The middle-aged man nodded and said.

"Are there any wounded?" Old Zhao's eyes flashed blood-colored threads, and he didn't care about the blood coffin, but looked at the others and asked.

"Old Zhao, I'm injured~"

"And me!"

Two relatively young men stepped forward.

"Show me the wound!" Zhao Lao's face changed, and he walked over quickly.

The two men exposed their wounds, one in the shoulder and the other in the thigh, both of which had been bandaged.

"You guys, hold them both down!" Zhao Lao had a calm face and commanded to the side.

"Yes~"

Several men controlled the two together.

"Bear with me!" Zhao Lao raised his hands and placed them on the wounds of the two.

"Hmm!" The two men nodded heavily, they knew that Zhao Lao was treating them.

"Hiss~~~"

A strange voice rang out.

I saw that blood-colored threads began to slowly gush out from Zhao Lao's fingers, and then directly drilled into the wounds of the two.

"Hmph~~~"

The two of them snorted at the same time, their faces turned pale instantly, beads of sweat began to slide down, their teeth were clenched, and their bodies began to tremble, as if they were suffering inhuman pain.

Seeing this, the other men used their strength again to control the two of them.

"Hiss~~~"

The blood-colored silk thread was still stretching into the bodies of the two men, I don't know what they were doing, but Zhao Lao's face was becoming more and more ruddy, but it revealed a bit of solemnity in the ruddyness.

"What a bloody blood!"

Sweat began to ooze from Zhao Lao's face, and his snow-white hair began to change to red.

"Bloody?"

Everyone exclaimed, the blood demon is the most deadly thing, and the natives who buried the heavenly abyss are not afraid of the evil qi, but the blood demon invades the human body, and after invading their body, there is no solution.

Each Yizhuang has its own unique means, and their purpose in closing the coffin is more or less other than the purpose of reducing the corpse transformation of the burial abyss.

If there is no conflict, these corpses and the villagers are well water and do not violate the river water, and the villagers in the process of digging the coffin, the only thing they have to deal with is to protect the coffin.

And the appearance of Yizhuang is the way of mutual growth and restraint under the rules of burying the abyss, basically, after entering the coffin of Yizhuang, there will be no more possibility of corpse transformation, of course, some terrifying existences are not something that Yizhuang can suppress.

The blood coffin, which must be pregnant with a blood corpse, is also strong and weak, but the blood corpse has a kind of deadly thing, that is, blood, blood, which is the natural enemy of all the "creatures" in the abyss.

"Old Zhao, I haven't heard of blood in the blood cave!" The middle-aged man led by him asked with a little panic on his face, you know, go to the blood cave, but what he proposed, forget about the two who have been damaged, this is a common thing, but these two injured people can't also be compensated.

"The blood in their midst is in this bloody coffin! Fortunately, it was only superficial, if it was the bloody corpses inside, they would have died a long time ago! Zhao Lao said with a solemn expression.

"Blood coffin!"

Everyone looked at the blood coffin again, the blood on the coffin table seemed to be flowing, it was the first time they had encountered this kind of blood coffin, they thought they could sell it for a good price, but it didn't seem to be so simple.

Half a day.

"Hiss~~~"

With the return of the blood-colored silk thread, the two injured men finally recovered, and the man next to him also had palpitations, fortunately it was not me who was injured!

Zhao Lao withdrew the blood-colored silk thread, but his white hair was full of red light, which looked very weird.

"The blood has begun to erode the internal organs, I can't help it!" Zhao Lao closed his eyes, breathed for a while, opened his eyes, and said a little gloomily.

"This ......" Everyone looked at each other speechlessly, not knowing what to say.

"Bury the two of them in the blood cave, remember, they must be buried alive!" Zhao Lao took a deep breath and said slowly.

"Old Zhao ......," everyone called anxiously.

"There's no way, you can't touch this thing at all, once they die in other places, the blood demon will explode instantly and spread outward, that way, it will only cause greater losses, only in the blood cave, even if the two of them die, the blood demon will not escape!" Elder Zhao explained to everyone.