Chi Zheng felt a little strange, standing on the edge of the eaves, staring at the mourning hall in front of him, and seeing that no one was drinking the steaming tea, he felt outrageous.

Is it tea for the dead?

Who would pour tea for a dead man in the middle of the night? It's outrageous.

Holding the hilt of the sword behind his back with his backhand, Chi Zheng hesitated, but still let go, leaned forward, the last moment was still on the eaves, and the next moment, more than a dozen afterimages that opened in mid-air overlapped to the end, and the person had already stepped to the door of the mourning hall.

"Huh?"

Chi Zheng was stunned, on the desk in front of the coffin, the hot tea that had been served before was cold?

He reached out and touched the surface of the cup, it was indeed cold, as if it had been left for a quarter of an hour, not at all like hot tea that had only been poured out for a long time.

"This historian is a bit evil!"

Chi Zheng felt a little creepy in his heart, and he couldn't resist the combination of "Shengguang" and "Swordsmanship", and twisted this spiritual hall into pieces in one go.

He can't just vent indiscriminately because he was frightened, and if he really got sneaky, wouldn't he be hacked to death before he had time to ask?

"It's sad, Hedaoyu really chose the wrong master, how can a timid person like me be an immortal?"

Smiling self-deprecatingly, Chi Zheng picked up the cold cup of tea, splashed it casually, and poured himself a new cup of hot tea.

It's just that when he was about to take a sip, he frowned and stopped, "No, I can't drink indiscriminately, who knows if there will be arsenic, crane top red and anesthetic in it, the ancients were cunning and couldn't prevent it." ”

He put down the tea and walked to the coffin, which was made of fine golden silk nanmu, and at close range, he could smell the aroma of nanmu, which was said to be made of wood for thousands of years without rotting, and I don't know if it was true.

"If I die in the future, with such a good coffin, then I will really wake up with a smile when I die!" Chi Zheng touched the surface of the coffin enviously, but soon, he sensed that something was wrong.

I am half an immortal, there is a Hedao jade, and I will say that I will die in the future, and it is impossible to use such a good coffin.

As he thought about it, he felt the coffin under his palm shake a little.

"Huh?"

Chi Zheng was shocked, thinking that it was his own delusion, and carefully put his ear close to the coffin, and found that there was indeed a slight vibration.

How could the coffin suddenly shake?

Could it be ......

"Crunch, crunch, ......"

In this extremely silent mourning hall, the coffin lid of the golden silk nanmu slid slightly, and it really moved without external force.

Chi Zheng gasped, is this the scene of the mourning hall haunted?

Almost subconsciously, Chi Zheng grabbed the coffin lid violently with both hands, stuck the sliding coffin lid in an instant, and tried to pull it back into place.

This is the opposite direction of the coffin lid sliding, making the whole coffin shake with it, Chi Zheng almost used the strength of the milk, but he couldn't grasp the force of the slide, and the force became stronger and stronger, and finally he had to let go.

After the lid of the coffin slid halfway open, it suddenly stopped again.

As if nothing had happened.

Chi Zheng was shocked, took a few steps forward in fear, and looked down.

In the coffin of the golden silk nanmu, there was a person, a body that had long since died. Dressed in a red bridal dress, her face is stained with rouge and pink, like a girl who is about to get married, she is touching and charming.

This is the housewife of the Shi family? Why do you still use red clothes when you die?

And so young?

Well, what a rotten feudal society!

Chi Zheng couldn't help but think, in fact, it's not the same in modern times, if you have money, you are still a young entrepreneur at the age of fifty, and if you don't have money, you are a bad old man in your forties, so if you don't have a girlfriend or a wife, you don't have to worry, study hard to become a young entrepreneur, maybe your future wife is still in kindergarten, just wait a few more decades.

No, was it the corpse that moved the lid of the coffin just now?

Chi Zheng was so alert, the corpse of the girl lying in the coffin suddenly opened her eyes and stared at Chi Zheng who was bowing her head expressionlessly.

After looking at each other for about two breaths, Chi Zheng said slowly, "Sorry to disturb me." ”

As he spoke, he grabbed the lid of the coffin with both hands and slammed it shut.

But before it was closed, the coffin lid was suddenly pushed open spontaneously.

This time, it was not just a simple push away, the corpse of the girl lying inside bent up and sat up, staring coldly at Chi Zheng, who had taken several steps back one after another because he was caught off guard.

The atmosphere was silent and eerie.

The girl's corpse opened its mouth, and what shocked Chi Zheng was that the teeth that were supposed to be human had turned into sharp teeth like sharks, dense and dense, layered, intertwined and crisscrossed, looking terrifying and weird.

And the whole delicate face also became ghostly, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be sneering at Chi Zheng, and there was a feeling that he was about to pounce.

Chi Zheng's hair stood upside down, pulled out the Qingfeng sword behind his backhand, and shouted: "Where did the sneaky demon come from?"

The Light Spell was immediately cast, and the Qingfeng Sword was so strong that it illuminated the entire mourning hall, stabbing people's eyes almost unable to open them.

Chi Zheng raised the Qingfeng Sword and was about to step forward to slash this haunting corpse, but as soon as he took a step forward, the corpse's open mouth suddenly closed, and the strange and terrifying sharp teeth that had been before were gone, and the entire body that sat up slammed back into the coffin.

Before waiting for Chi Zheng to react, the coffin lid was also windless, but this time the direction of the push was actually the opposite, and the sound of "bang" did not give Chi Zheng a chance to catch it, and it was closed directly.

"What's going on?"

Chi Zheng, who took a step forward, was stunned, frowned, returned to the coffin, grabbed the coffin lid with his left hand, and tried to push it away.

But it was so heavy that it couldn't be pushed away, as if it had been nailed to death.

"That's it?"

Chi Zheng wondered for a long time, can this corpse change go back halfway? Can people suck back halfway? It's not reasonable.

Someone's coming.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Chi Zheng backhanded the Qingfeng sword back into the scabbard behind his back, and his body fell back sharply on the spot, pulling out a burst of overlapping afterimages, but he reflexively went to the beam.

Footsteps sounded, and an old man about sixty years old walked in on crutches.

The old man wore the hat of a rich man from outside the land and wore a green robe, which was incompatible with the mourning hall here.

The old man stood and walked to the edge of the coffin, holding the edge of the lid with one hand, with a sad face: "My good Yue'er, you made a little too much trouble last night, how did you provoke that yamen? Didn't I prepare a place for you? That yamen is not easy to mess with, you provoked them yesterday, and they will come to the door today." ”

The old man looked worried: "I can't continue to let you stay here, I will send you out of the city tomorrow, the desolate view on Qingzheng Mountain has been abandoned for a few years, you stay there first, and I will continue to think of a way to send people to you up the mountain." ”

Next, the old man recited a little song that he didn't understand, as if he were singing to the person in the coffin, and the pool on the beam quietly receded.