Several laborers came around and dug hard, and soon found that the hard thing underneath was actually a white skull.

Quite a few gasped.

"Master, is this the thing that's the fault?"

Liu Ruxiang shook his head: "I'm afraid not, but there is definitely more than this under this pond, continue to dig." ”

Liu Ruxiang took me back to the shore, opened the box, put on the robe and mask, and let a big fire be lit on the side, the size of a courtyard, and as soon as it was lit, it burst into flames.

The fire is flourishing, and it also dispels the haze of fear in people's hearts.

Soon, something else was dug up in the soil.

Corpses were dug up from the ground like digging sweet potatoes.

Several of them were recent corpses, and the villagers identified them, seeing Aunt Dafang, seeing Xiaoqiang, and also seeing the corpse of the suspected fool and several bodies that were no longer recognizable.

Everyone was terrified.

Without exception, all of these bodies had been drowned, and there were no wounds on their bodies.

Liu Ruxiang continued to speak: "Keep digging." ”

I know what Master is trying to dig.

The thing I touched when I dug the pond a few decades ago.

Soon, another body was dug up.

When I lifted it out, I had an ominous premonition in my heart, trembling and throbbing.

It was a small, thin corpse with two arms, and to the shock, his entire little face was distorted, with several tiny slits on it.

A baby, whose child is this?

Liu Ruxiang gave me a meaningful look.

Could this be my brother whom I have never met? Has it not rotted after the past fifteen years?

Just thinking about it makes your scalp tingle.

Soon, there was another big discovery under the bottom of the pond, and a pitch-black coffin lay in the mud.

As soon as the coffin was unearthed, the color began to dim rapidly, the paint began to peel off, and careful people also found that there were several small holes on the coffin that seemed to be specially chiseled.

The whole coffin exuded a cold smell, and a rotten musty smell could be faintly smelled.

Even if the four men tried to lift it, they couldn't lift it.

Liu Ruxiang covered her nose and said, "This is not an ordinary coffin. ”

"Combined with the pattern on the top of the coffin, and a few small holes, as well as the location under the pond. I reckon it's a 'living coffin'. Stone slabs were placed inside the coffin, which were used to put people in, nails were nailed, and they were thrown into the water, and the small holes would slowly enter the water, and the people inside would feel a little sinking in the darkness until they were completely drowned. ”

Liu Ruxiang explained, and many people felt a chill.

Who is such a vicious way of dying for?

"Don't worry about this for now, hurry up and put this coffin and so many bones on the shore, and then grope the bottom of this pond thoroughly. I'm about to open the altar and do it, and I'm going to go beyond that. ”

More than a dozen people were left to continue digging at the bottom of the pond, and the rest of the people obeyed Liu Ruxiang's instructions to work.

Master said that now it is necessary to open the altar overnight and do a big feast. Originally, this kind of team had to go back and call the entire division team, but now that time is pressing, one person has to go up, turn on the lights, build bridges, go up the knife mountain, and go down to the sea of fire, all of which are indispensable.

Take out the dustpan and set up the altar in the field for the portraits of the ancestors of the Tang Dynasty, Ge, and Wednesday and the rest of the heavenly immortals, Liu Ruxiang slowly shook the bell, grabbed a handful of rice with the other hand, and sprinkled it in a driving form, and stepped on the dance steps, singing the scriptures of the master in his mouth: "Heaven and earth, heaven persuade me to come, the earth sends me to, I come here - sweep this place......"

The grains of rice swayed in the air and fell into the firewood, and the one-person-high flame shook suddenly, burning more vigorously, the color of the fire was orange and red, and the hot and blazing light made people dare not stand closer.

On the other side, the villagers have already prepared the knife mountain.

The knife mountain is not a mountain, it is made of many sharp blades inserted into a wooden pole with a thick bowl mouth, and the wooden pole is erected on the ground.

Eighteen bright sharp blades were inserted into the wooden poles, and at the top there was another iron short sword of Liu Ruxiang, and with the pulling and fixing of several ropes, the knife mountain was completely erected.

Just by looking up, I was already frightened, if I really walked up, wouldn't my feet be useless?

Liu Ruxiang was calm, flicked the big sleeves of Shigong's robe, put a pair of sheepskin drums on his back, chanted Shigong's scriptures loudly on one side, grabbed the blade on the other side, and stepped on the blade with his feet. The other side of the body is pumping upward, and both feet are already standing on the blade!

As if watching a trick, the eyes of the villagers present widened.

This kind of scene is only on major festivals such as the Ox Soul Festival, the Glutinous Cake Festival, and the New Year, and there will be large households in the township who contribute money to ask the master team to do the Fa and pray for good weather and rain.

The higher Liu Ruxiang went, the louder the chanting would be accompanied by the sound of the sheepskin drum, and it was not until he finally reached the top that the rhythm slowed down.

Just when everyone watched Liu Ruxiang go up the knife mountain intently, there was movement in the pitch-black coffin underneath, and streams of bright red liquid like blood came out of the small hole.

Not far away, at the bottom of the persimmon pond, the muddy water churned alone.

There are more and more strange movements.

Liu Ruxiang pulled out the short iron sword inserted at the top from the wooden pole, turned her wrist and picked up a few sword flowers, and then threw it on the fire below, which happened to fall on the ground next to the fire.

"Knock-knock! Boom! ”

"Knock-knock! Boom! ”

Liu Ruxiang continued to beat the leather drum, and actually jumped on the top of the knife mountain, turned over a heel, and then landed firmly on the blade again, and slowly descended the knife mountain from the other side.

The villagers held their breath and stared at Liu Ruxiang's feet to see if she was injured.

The white feet stepped on the ground, and there was not a trace of blood flowing, and I was also relieved.

Next, it's time to light the lamp.

Liu Ruxiang may have seen the movement of the pitch-black coffin, and the speed of her hands increased, and she set up bowls on the ground, filled them with sesame oil, used cotton thread as a wick, and lit them one by one.

As long as the evil soul is exceeded, there is no possibility of chaos.

But just as Liu Ruxiang put on a new old man's mask, the pitch-black coffin trembled violently at first.

Immediately afterwards, I only heard a pop, and there was a sound of falling water in the wild persimmon pond on the side.

Everyone turned their heads to look, and at the bottom of the pond, the movement of a person struggling became smaller and smaller.