A god puppet closest to a woman, shaking her head and making an ugly laugh at the moment!

Every time she smiled, her body trembled, and from a distance, it looked like a big living person writhing around, and the spider silk floating everywhere added to the weirdness on her body, as if she would pounce on the living at any time, revealing the true face of the evil ghost inside.

This picture is a chill in the hearts of a person, and he can't help but wrap his clothes tightly.

"Fairy Gu, offended!"

Yue Guanchao made a few moves, jumped on the incense case and hugged the puppet down, he looked at the puppet mask, and the strange laughter came from the mask.

He took a deep breath and removed his mask, and everyone held their breath as they waited for the mystery to be revealed.

Fortunately, behind the mask, it is not a human face at all, it is an oval hollow that fits the human face, and the insect-shaped bone flute inside makes an ugly sound with the movement of the gear machine spring!

Knowing that it wasn't a ghost, everyone breathed a sigh of relief!

Hotaru looked at the puppet, her eyes full of curiosity: "What kind of god is this?" How have I never seen it! ”

"Ah Weng, this seems to be completely different from the gods of the northern realm!"

Utuman looked at this puppet, and his eyes were full of doubts: "What it is, I'm not sure, maybe this witch coffin town has its own guardian spirit." ”

While everyone was discussing who the idol was, Song Siyuan clicked everywhere to take pictures, and she turned her gaze to the back of the tiger chair in the shrine, where there seemed to be something.

"Look at the back of the tiger chair, is there a bucket?"

Yue Guanchao entered the shrine again and rummaged behind the chair, and sure enough, it was a wooden barrel with an iron ring, he went down to the ground and handed the wooden barrel to Song Siyuan.

Song Siyuan put on gloves and squatted down to smell it, the smell inside had not yet dissipated, revealing a pungent bitterness.

"Hotaru, haven't you picked herbs, you smell what this is."

Ah Ying squatted down and sniffed carefully, and her brows immediately furrowed: "This is the poison of strychnine, and arsenic-frost." ”

Seeing that the crowd did not understand the effects of these two poisons, she continued to explain:

"The poison of strychnine, after being refined, is commonly known as the drug, people will be hurt to death after taking it, and the death is the first foot we see, and after eating arsenic-frost, the complexion will appear blue-black, and there will be small pustules all over the body, and their appearance is also in line with arsenic-frost poisoning, these two poisons plus the corpse fluid in the coffin, this makes the corpse remain incorruptible for decades."

"But!"

She changed her words:

"I don't think that the corpse liquid in the coffin is also made by bandits, but anything that can keep the body from decaying is a rare thing that requires a large amount of medicinal materials to be boiled for many years, how can the bandits in Jinqi Village have this ability, it should be that the witch coffin town has the custom of not rotting the body, so the coffin will be coated with corpse liquid."

Song Siyuan's eyes lit up after listening to her analysis:

"These bandits may have wanted to suffocate these people inside, but they just hit them by mistake, but instead kept the corpses in their pre-death state, and we learned the real cause of their death!"

Ah Ying nodded at her: "Sister Siyuan's guess is good!" ”

"But I don't particularly understand, if you just want to kill them, it's not safer to stab them to death and put them in a coffin, why torture them alive with strychnine? This also increases the risk of their rebellion, and the same is true of the last theater, if they only need to collect the treasure for the treasure, why should they kill them all. ”

One question after another, constantly fermenting in Song Siyuan's heart, there seems to be a fog in front of her that obscures the truth tightly!

The inhuman ferocity of these bandits left her clueless.

"Housheng, now is not the time to be sad, I have to hurry up and return the god puppet to its place, what is wrong with my heart!"

Yue Guanchao looked at the old hunter Utuman, his eyes were looking around, obviously finding something.

He followed the strange movement to look outside Yizhuang, and the birds circling the roof had dispersed at some point, and some familiar movements struck again.

Yue Guanchao felt bad, and his tone became anxious: "Quick, put the body in the coffin, hurry up and fix the nails!" ”

As soon as these words came out, although everyone didn't understand why, they didn't dare to delay when they saw Utuman's expression, and Ah Niu and Ah Hu hurriedly loosened the rope and let the old man's body return to its original place.

The others were not idle, and there was a clanging sound in Yizhuang, and several opened coffins were bound and restored one after another.

Crunch~

Crunch~

Yue Guanchao was about to nail the last coffin, and the empty Yizhuang was like a crumbling and dangerous building, and the creaking sound was extremely clear.

Just now, he clearly saw that the corpse put in was dead, but the strange sound coming out at this moment was also real!

People who are closer to the coffin can even hear the sound of the wind turning into a heavy and rapid panting, which sounds like the last struggle of an asthma patient, and people can't help but take a few steps back.

For a moment, the coffin moved frequently, and Yizhuang blew a fierce wind.

The hall whirred as if hundreds of people were shouting in unison, and the mournful weeping of pain permeated from the coffin, which shocked people's hearts.

It's time to come, it's still coming!

The white-haired raven flew overhead, the waist bell jingled, the sky instantly darkened, and the main hall of Yizhuang fell into extreme darkness!