Seeing the corpse sealing spell left by my grandfather on the boulder, my head buzzed, and I was stunned.

"No, no, no, how is that possible?"

I was devastated.

I shook my head in denial of this fact, unable to believe it.

"Absolutely impossible!"

But facts speak louder than words, I know my grandfather's handwriting well, and the corpse sealing spell is my grandfather's handwriting.

"What the hell is going on?"

Grandpa has been to the Zhao family, that's for sure.

The corpse sealing spell left by grandpa on the boulder was earlier than Zhao Ertian's death, could it be that grandpa knew that there was today.

Maybe grandpa has long been in contact with the Zhao family?

Or is the corpse sealed in the well related to grandpa?

Sealing the corpse? Chase out the corpses?

The Zhao family has already lost someone, so let his father come to rush to his feet, but he was sealed in this dry well?

I thought of chasing the corpse, and subconsciously glanced at the yin corpse Zhao Ertian, or my grandfather also encountered my situation, and sealed the corpse to be driven in this dry well.

Or maybe it's another horrible secret that no one knows!

But everything is unknown, and moving away from the boulder may have the answer.

But I glanced at the boulder and swallowed, I couldn't move it.

I seem to have seen my ending, bitten to death here by the corpse-transformed Zhao Ertian.

“ha……”

Zhao Ertian, who had been transformed into a corpse, let out a corpse roar and pounced on me who was standing on the rock.

The instinctive desire to survive made me subconsciously avoid it, and circled around the boulder on the dry well.

I know my grandfather well, my grandfather actually carved a corpse sealing spell on the boulder on the dry well, sealed the corpse below, pushed away the boulder, and a more terrifying scene is afraid that it will come head-on.

But now, Zhao Ertian, who has been transformed into a corpse, is obsessed, and he chases and beats me fiercely, and he has to take my life.

The corpse sealing spell suppresses the strange corpse, which may be more terrifying than the corpse transformation of Zhao Ertian.

But I can't take care of the more terrifying things in the well, and it is more important to solve Zhao Ertian than anything else at the moment.

I strode and stopped, trying to push the huge stone, but I was told that it was a grasshopper shaking a tree.

Huge stone, not moving.

Just when I was chased into the backyard by the corpse-transformed Zhao Ertian and circled around the boulder on the dry well, Zhao Laosan had already come to the backyard and hid to watch me and his corpse-transformed father play eagle and catch chickens.

"Zhao Laosan, come over and help, get this damn stone out of the way!"

Seeing Zhao Laosan, I was like grasping a life-saving straw, at this moment, only he could help me, after all, the butcher who killed the pig had strength.

Zhao Laosan hesitated, stared at Zhao Ertian, who was chasing me, swallowed his saliva, and shook his head.

"No, no, no, I'll go over, my dad will bite me to death!"

I know that Zhao Ertian is obsessed with me, and in the face of Zhao Ertian, who has changed into a corpse, I also have a trace of fear when I drive away the corpse, not to mention Zhao Laosan.

So, Zhao Laosan refused my request for help.

"Zhao Laosan, I'm going to die, you can't save me when you see death!"

In this situation, I scolded Zhao Laosan.

However, in the spirit of immortal friends and poor people, Zhao Laosan still refused, and he actually turned around at this juncture.

"Zhao Laosan, it was your father who changed the corpse, only I dared to face your father, and it was the river sand that restrained your father, there was it in the dry well, I couldn't subdue your father, I died, think about who is the next person in this courtyard that your father bites to death?"

After several despairs, I had to talk to Zhao Laosan's corpse-transformed father.

Zhao Laosan is still unmoved, and I can't emphasize a word.

"After the corpse Zhao Ertian eliminated my obsession, the next one is a blood relative."

While dodging Zhao Ertian, I continued to scare Zhao Laosan's father to scare him.

Zhao Laosan paused, looked back, and swallowed his saliva.

In the face of his father, he was not afraid, but in the face of his father, Zhao Laosan really felt fear, he broke out in a cold sweat, and his legs and stomach trembled.

What's more, Zhao Ertian's dignity was terrifying at this time, and he was tossed beyond recognition by me.

"Hurry, my legs are so weak that I run!"

In the end, people's physical strength is not enough to resist the corpse, and people have limits, and even fall down from exhaustion.

But the corpse is tireless, like a perpetual motion machine.

Zhao Laosan looked at me and was already sweating profusely, thinking of the scene of the corpse Zhao Ertian biting his mother, and he couldn't help but feel cold in his neck.

"Fight!"

Zhao Laosan gritted his teeth and walked towards me, his legs trembling even more.

Together, the huge stone only moved.

"Hard!"

Zhao Ertian was on the opposite side of the boulder, grinning at us, with an ugly appearance, especially the mouth that was restrained by the jujube kernel like dead tree bark.

"One, two, three, push...... One, two, three, push, ......"

I shouted the trumpet, and pushed the boulder with all my might, and because of the exertion, each other's faces and necks were swollen red, and the muscles were bruised.

"Boom!"

The boulder fell to the opposite side, hitting the edge of the dry well while falling to the ground, and coincidentally pressed one of Zhao Ertian's feet.

I was overjoyed that it gave me the right time to get sand from the dry well.

At the same time, I didn't dare to let my guard down, after all, this dry well was made of a boulder engraved with a corpse sealing spell.

However, I hid for a while, and no vision occurred in the dry well, so I cautiously approached and looked down the dry well.

There were no horrible corpses to be seen in the dry well, but a rope hung down from the edge of the dry well.

The rope is just ordinary string.

"Wouldn't the corpse just hang on this rope?"

I was nervous and tried to pull the rope.

However, what is tied to the other end of the rope is not heavy and can be easily lifted.

It's also that I think too much, how can such a thin rope hang a corpse constantly.

I carried the rope to my head in one go, and it was not a corpse tied to my head, but an envelope.

Kraft paper envelopes, moisture-proof and wear-resistant.

I couldn't help frowning, how could a brown paper envelope be tied with a rope in the dry well?

I glanced at Zhao Laosan, who had the same puzzled expression as me, staring at the brown paper envelope.

Holding the envelope in my hand, I subconsciously opened the envelope, and inside was a piece of paper with words written on it.

There was a sentence on the paper, and the handwriting was actually grandpa's.

At this time, don't think much about it, look at the content on the paper.

The paper reads: The first lesson, the corpse of the dead in vain, the sun rushes into the river sand.

Looking at this sentence on the paper, I was a little confused, could this really be arranged and designed by my grandfather himself?

Zhao Laosan glanced at the words on the paper, probably didn't understand the meaning, he didn't feel it, only infinite confusion.

The other hand squeezed the envelope, and pinched it, and there was something in the envelope, and it was incomparably incomparable, like silk in it.

Reaching out and pinching it out, it was actually a strand of hair.

"Hair?"

I'm even more confused, how can I still have a strand of hair in the envelope?

Whose hair is this?

How did it end up in an envelope?

Is there any clue that my grandfather deliberately left me?

"Poof!"

However, at this time, Zhao Laosan, who was beside me, pouted and knelt in front of me.

I thought that Zhao Laosan's respect for me had reached a higher level, and it had reached the point where I needed to kneel down to express it.

When I realized that Zhao Laosan's eyes were staring at the strand of hair in my hand, I realized that it was not me who was kneeling in Zhao Laosan, but the strand of hair in my hand.