The grandfather and grandson who lost their relatives are estimated to have a hard time falling asleep tonight.

I tossed for too long, tired and sore, and lay on the meadow with the quilt rolled up, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

In my hazy sleep, I don't know how long it has been, a sudden gust of cold wind blew, blowing the smoke of charcoal fire, straight into my nose.

"Ahem."

I couldn't help but cough and sat up.

The charcoal fire was about to go out, and smoke was billowing out.

The wind was blowing more and more fiercely outside, the mourning booth was rattling, and the candles inside were flickering and extinguishing.

The old man put on his coat and got out of bed, stirred the charcoal fire, and added new charcoal.

"Hidden Dragon, is it cold to sleep at night?"

I said, "It's not cold, I'm a man who carries the cold."

As a cultivator, my physical fitness is far beyond that of ordinary people, and the ordinary cold, freezing, windy and rainy weather no longer affect me.

The old man shouted into the room, "Xiaoying, have you slept?"

"No, grandpa."

"Come out and help."

When an old man and a young man went out, Xiaoying pulled the cloth of the spirit shed, and the old man carried bricks to press the tarpaulin so that the shed would not be blown down by the wind.

I rolled over and was about to go back to sleep, when suddenly there was a slight chill behind me.

I sat up again and turned to look in the direction of the shed.

The two white waxes in the mourning shed turned from a pale yellow light to a brilliant green light.

A sinister force quietly drilled out of the coffin.

I stood up and said in a low voice, "You two, stay away from the shed!"

The old man turned around and smiled kindly, "Qianlong Qianlong, you rest first, Xiaoying and I will press the shed tighter, so that the wind will not blow down the shed again at night."

In the next moment, a fierce wind swept in, and the wood supporting the shed was overwhelmed and collapsed.

"Be careful!"

I jumped up, hugged Xiao Ying, who was about to be knocked down, and hugged the old man with the other hand, and jumped three meters away.

The wooden shed collapsed, the branches flew and the tarpaulin was torn open, revealing the black coffin inside.

The wind blew away the clouds, and the white moonlight shone on the paint of the black coffin, shimmering with an icy sheen.

The old man's face suddenly turned ugly, and he said sadly, "My poor son, he has not lived well in this life, and he will be tossed when he dies!"

Xiao Ying, who was frightened, held my arm and stammered, "Thank you...... Thank you."

"You're welcome."

I said to Xiaoying in an awe-inspiring voice, "There is a lot of yin outside, you are a girl who is very easy to attract yin, go back to the house first."

Xiaoying was a little confused, but she still listened to my words and obediently entered the house.

The old man was about to pick up the dead branches and tarpaulins on the ground and re-erect the mourning shed, when I reminded, "Old man, don't pick it up."

"Your son needs the moonlight to turn into an evil spirit."

"This shed, no matter how many times you build it, it will collapse."

The old man was startled, his hands trembled, and the wooden stick fell to the ground, "You mean to say that the gust of wind just now was blown by my son's apparition?"

Before I could answer, the old man wept with joy and cried out at the top of his voice, "Son, where are you?"

"When I heard my father's words, I replied to my father, my father misses you!"

As he spoke, he approached the black coffin.

I hurriedly said to Xiaoying, "Quick, come with me, and put your grandfather in the house!"

Xiaoying looked at me in confusion, and then looked in the direction of the coffin in fear, and finally decided to hold the old man's arm with me and put it into the living room.

"Huh? What are you doing?"

The old man was pressed into a chair in disbelief, "Hidden Dragon, my son has appeared, I have to go see my son!"

I said in awe, "Which ear do you hear that my son has appeared?"

The old man was stunned, "But the wind just now......

I said, "Your son

Son, already dead, now appears something...... It's not someone you know."

Xiao Ying's face turned pale with fright.

The old man asked in a panicked voice, "Then what is he!?"

I explained, "It's like when you die, you give birth to maggots and flies."

"The person in the coffin has something unclean in his body, and he wants to resurrect it through this corpse."

"The demons in the corpse need to be nourished by the moon and blood, and when the climate is met, they will turn into vampire demons that come out of the day and night."

Xiao Ying was so frightened that she was breathing extremely fast, "What should we do now!?"

I said, "Before it became a climate, a fire burned it."

"No!" The old man refused very simply, and said stubbornly: "People have to go into the ground to be safe, I can't crush my son's bones and scatter ashes!"

The old man is extremely stubborn, and I don't want to interfere in other people's affairs.

I sat back on the floor and said calmly, "Old man, you have a good food for me, so I will not care about your affairs."

"I beseech thee, now pour on the oil of the fire, and burn the contents thereof, and let thy son rest in peace."

"If you don't want to, there's nothing I can do."

I lay down and prepared to go back to sleep.

It's just a zombie, and it doesn't pose any threat to me, and as for the old and the young, I can only ask for more blessings.

Xiao Ying persuaded, "Grandpa, I think Brother Qianlong is right, how do you look at this matter, how do you feel evil."

"Otherwise, we'll burn my father's body."

The old man grimaced, "What do you know! No matter what becomes, my son will always be my son!"

When the old man said this, Xiaoying had no choice but to go back to the house to sleep.

Hey, it's hard to convince a damn ghost.

I rolled over and went back to sleep.

Outside the door, the wind swept by, and the black coffin was creaking and moaning.

Meow –

A terrible cat meow sounded, and a black cat squatted on the coffin, with a pair of green eyes, lying on the gap in the coffin and looking in.

The black cat sucks the yin and also recruits the yin, it is attracted by the yin energy.

Looking at this appearance, it is estimated that it will not be long before the old man begs me to dispose of the corpse.

Sure enough, the crack in the coffin suddenly opened, and from inside came out pale and stiff hands, dark green nails, and grabbed the black hairy head.

The black cat squeaked and screamed, and the miserable sound was particularly terrifying.

Xiao Ying was so frightened that she cried, ran out of the room inside, and jumped onto the old man's bed with a whoosh.

"Grandpa, I'm scared!"

The old man sat up in panic, lit the torch, and squinted in the direction of the coffin.

Inside the coffin, there was a creaking chewing sound, and from time to time cat hair and claws flew out of it.

Blood flowed from inside the black coffin, ticking out.

The old man was frightened and delighted, and his throat trembled, and he asked, "Son, is that you?"

There was silence for a long time, and a dry and hoarse voice came from the coffin, "Dad, I'm hungry."