The third master left very suddenly, and he didn't leave anything for me at all, even if the third master left me some important relics, I couldn't have handed them over to Zhao Yong, a bastard!

There's nothing to say, looking at this guy's posture, he definitely doesn't want to let me go, since that's the case, then I have to strike first!

I slammed the small wooden stool in my hand at Zhao Yong, who was standing in front of the door of the hall, the small wooden stool was very real, and I used all my strength to smash a strong man.

"Bang~"

With a muffled sound, the small wooden stool slammed on Zhao Yong's head, he only shook his figure, his footsteps did not move in the slightest, this powerful blow did not cause any damage to him.

At the same time, I also stimulated Zhao Yong this time, the faint green light in his eyes instantly brightened a lot, and the hideous color on his face was also a lot richer, and the blood-stained kitchen knife in his hand slashed directly at me.

I instinctively avoided it, but the blood-stained kitchen knife flew out of his hand, flew directly into the coffin, and slashed at the third master lying in the coffin.

Zhao Yong's damn thing was definitely deliberate, and after seeing that there was no movement in the coffin, Zhao Yong seemed to be sure that the third master was not cheated to death, and strode directly into the hall with a cruel smile.

The third master has taught me a lot of ways to deal with dirty things, such as incense ash, black dog blood, red rope copper coins and the like, but I don't have these on hand now.

I bit the tip of my tongue directly, endured the severe pain, and spewed out a mouthful of blood mist at Zhao Yong, who walked into the hall.

As a result, it didn't work out very well!

When dealing with Zhao Laohan who was on the upper body last night, the effect of yang blood breaking through yin was okay, but after being used on Zhao Yong's body tonight, it seemed to be ineffective.

I sprayed a mist of blood on his face, and instead of showing the slightest pain, he kicked me away. The kick was so hard that I slammed it against the wall, and the force of the impact made me feel like I had been knocked away by a mad bull, and it hurt so hard that I couldn't stand up for a while.

After Zhao Yong glanced at me disdainfully, he walked straight towards the coffin in the hall, standing by the coffin and looking at the third master lying in the coffin, the sinister smile on Zhao Yong's face made a bigger arc.

"It's really dead!"

Zhao Yongyin said predictively: "The knife is slashed on the thigh without moving, it seems that your old thing is really finished, even so, Lao Tzu has to cut you a few more times, it is best to dismember you, so that you can learn to escape from death like before!" ”

As he spoke, Zhao Yong directly reached into the coffin, pulled out the kitchen knife on the third master's leg, raised it high, and slashed towards the third master's head with a cruel smile.

Such a scene made my eyes crack, I roared angrily and wanted to get up and rush over to stop Zhao Yong's move, but just now his kick kicked me too hard, I struggled to get up when I sat on the ground again, and I could only watch the kitchen knife in Zhao Yong's hand slash towards the head of the third master in the coffin.

And at this moment, a coughing sound suddenly came from outside the hall.

After hearing this coughing sound, Zhao Yong's body trembled, and he turned around abruptly to look outside the hall, as if he had seen something terrifying, revealing a look of horror.

"You ......"

As soon as the corners of Zhao Yong's mouth twitched, a red rope wearing a lot of copper coins rushed in from outside the hall, and instantly wrapped around Zhao Yong's neck. Zhao Yong seemed to be frightened stupidly, he didn't have the slightest struggle, his face was full of fear and despair, and he was directly dragged outside the hall by the red rope wearing copper coins.

Immediately after, Zhao Yong's terrible howl came from outside the hall, and it only lasted less than a breath before Zhao Yong's screams came to an abrupt end.

What's going on?

I sat in the corner, unable to see the door of the hall from my position, and was in doubt when I saw a big foot step into the hall.

When I saw the man who had walked into the hall, I was stunned for a moment.

It was a middle-aged man wearing short sleeves and big pants, with a dark complexion, like a person who had been begging for a living on a boat all year round, and he looked a little vicissitudes in the wind and sun.

After he walked into the hall, he walked straight to the coffin, looked at the third master lying in the coffin, turned his head to look at me, and said in a low voice: "When Zhao Zhenshan died, let you keep the spirit here?" ”

"Hmm!" I nodded subconsciously.

"How many days?"

"Three days!"

After listening to my words, the swarthy man was silent for a while, and said to me in a deep voice: "I am a corpse collector in the Yellow River, has Zhao Zhenshan mentioned my matter to you?" ”

I shook my head cautiously, and the swarthy man seemed to show a hint of disappointment.

I have seen corpse diggers, there are a few corpse diggers in our village, begging for a living on the side of the Yellow River, but it seems to be a little different from this swarthy man, I can't say what the difference is, anyway, I feel that there is an inexplicable sense of oppression in this swarthy man.

The swarthy man took a deep look at the third master in the coffin, turned his head and walked towards the outside of the hall, and said to me without looking back: "Three days later, in the evening, carry the coffin and bury it, count me in!" ”

By the time I came to my senses, the swarthy figure had disappeared into the night.

I'm a little confused!

Buried in the evening three days later?

What does this mean?

The burials on the side of the tomb are basically at noon, when the yang energy is the most abundant and the yin energy is the weakest, also to prevent accidents.

Who has ever heard of a burial at night?

The yin atmosphere at night on the side of the grave mountain is heavy, and choosing to bury it at night is purely to find excitement!

I didn't think there would be any more accidents tonight, but at about two o'clock in the second half of the night, two figures quietly walked into my yard.

One was an old man with a cane on crutches, and the other was an old woman dressed like a matchmaker with heavy makeup, these two old guys were not from our village, and walked straight towards the hall.

I looked at them vigilantly, clutching the blood-stained kitchen knife that Zhao Yong had dropped before, and my whole body was tense and I didn't dare to be careless.

"Is Zhao Zhenshan really dead?"

The old woman with heavy makeup had a sharp voice, grinning and showing a disgusting weird smile, that kind of look made me feel as if I was being targeted by a poisonous snake, and my heart trembled, and I was subconsciously ready to make a move.

"Wow~"

With a crisp sound, my hand went numb, and the kitchen knife flew straight out.

"Don't be so hostile, if we want to be unfavorable to you, your kid died eighteen years ago, how can you live until now!"