When the villager died, he left behind a family, his parents, his wife and children. His father burned paper for him, but he didn't know where to go. Then the mother disappeared without a trace. Neighbors in the neighborhood helped in the search and found a skeleton that had been skinned and eaten by the river.

A complete family is left with only a wife and children, the wife feels strange, sad, wronged, no one to confide, she goes to the grave of her dead husband to cry, faint in front of the grave. When people found it, their bodies were also bitten.

The neighbors were afraid of the "ghost ding" theory, and the blood relatives moved away for fear of harm.

According to the local custom, after the death of the husband and wife, they should be buried together, and the burial party dug up the tomb of the villager, opened the coffin, and the coffin was empty, and there was a big hole on the side of the coffin, which was not like a hole left by decay, but more like a bite with fangs and claws. And this coffin has just been in the ground for two years, the wood is of high quality, and the whole body is sealed with black lacquer to prevent decay. In this way, it is affirmed that the hole in the middle of the side of the coffin is not formed by decay.

The burial faction further investigated the matter, and waited for several nights, and found that a black shadow was often in and out of the villagers' graves. The people of the burial faction surrounded the black shadow, only to realize that it was a villager.

At that time, the villager drove the donkey, and the donkey lost his temper and was beaten with a whip, and the donkey took revenge. The next day, the road was hot, and the villagers lay down in the carriage to rest and accidentally fell asleep. The donkey had a grudge, so he sent the villagers to the burial faction, but the villagers died unconscious because of the bumpy mountain road. The Burial Sect members were a little careless, and without careful inspection, they put the villagers in coffins and sent them home. The villagers woke up on the way and found that they were in the deep darkness, constantly beating and shouting, but the family thought that the corpse had changed, and instead of releasing the villager from the coffin, they sealed the coffin more tightly with iron nails. Probably, the villagers were lying in the coffin, staring at the lid with their feet, and when their feet were close to the mouth of the coffin, they were nailed down by iron nails, so blood gushed out.

The coffin was buried in the earth, and the villagers did not die, and their hearts were full of hatred. He was trapped in the coffin, the idea of survival was strong, and he was forced to survive, so he poked the coffin out of the hole with both hands, and went to the grave next door to eat the dead body. He holds a grudge and hates his wife and children for not being able to open the coffin to distinguish between life and death...... So he killed his family.

The Burial Sect caught the dark shadow and got these things out of his mouth. At that time, it was the burial faction that mistakenly sealed the living as a dead person in a coffin, and they were ashamed to release the villagers who were about to be turned into beasts.

......

After hearing this, the group finally understood, it turned out that this villager was actually a foot flipping beast, no wonder its feet were turned upside down, and it was pierced with iron nails when the coffin was sealed. He lives by eating corpses, and the change of his suitable environment makes him constantly change, so that now, man and beast S are mixed with foreign objects.

Everyone was surprised, and they couldn't believe that what Old Man Muqiu was telling was a real thing that happened in front of them, and it was closely related to the burial sect.

In this way, it is not difficult to explain the human words that the Foot Flip Beast just spoke.

Although the foot flip beast has become a beast, there are still human thoughts, and the memory of what he has experienced is still fresh, and he learned that Mr. Nanyang and Nanyang Xiaolian are the people of the burial faction, so it is natural to kill the hatred too late to relieve the hatred.

Wang Dashi deduced from the python wrapped around the foot flip beast why it had attacked Dongfang Mubai and Lin Zhenxia, probably because these two people hurt the python, and Lin Zhenxia's death from the python must have a lot to do with it.

The group had the idea of killing the foot flip, but when they heard what the old man Muqiu said, they felt sympathy and guilt, and no one mentioned killing it again. However, the flip of the human foot is really the main culprit that threatens the safety of the person and the silence of the dead body.

When the old man finished speaking, he closed the book, put it in his arms, and slowly stood up. said: "This villager has become a human-footed beast, and it has a lot to do with the burial faction, I hope you can show more mercy to your subordinates when you meet the foot-flipping beast." Back then, the burial faction found this foot flipping beast, at that time the foot flipping beast could still speak human language, after learning the details, they let it go, how do you know, these decades, this beast is still alive, it actually grew a body of hair, if it wasn't just seen it turn over and walk, I really can't imagine that it was the villager who used to be!"

Listening to the explanation of the old man Muqiu, everyone agreed, but they all felt that it was inappropriate, and the wind wandering monk said: "We can be merciful to the foot flipping beast, but this foreign body eats and eats dead corpses, and if you live for a day, the dead corpses here will be restless for a day." As the saying goes, people die in peace, and after they die, they are still afraid of being stared at by the corpse of the Foot Flip Beast! Hey, anyway, I think it's very bad for the Foot Flip Beast to survive!"

The group was silent when they heard this, and then the old man Muqiu sighed and said, "Hey, too, too, each has a destiny!"

As they spoke, they bypassed the stones in the middle of the dungeon and came to the hanging coffin.

Wang Dashi had already pushed open the lid of the coffin just now, but there was still a coffin lid sealed under the lid of the coffin, Wang Dashi asked the group to step back, and casually lifted his palms and pushed the lid of the coffin.

I heard a loud sound of "Kuang-" again, and the coffin lid fell to the ground, and a burst of dust flew up.

When the group opened the lid of the coffin, they covered their faces with their hands to prevent the coffin from emitting black gas, poisonous needles and other mechanisms. After hearing the sound of the coffin lid falling, he looked into the coffin.

Wang Dashi also took half a step back at this time, he was the closest and could see it most clearly.

There was a cold air wafting from inside the coffin, and then a strange smell came out. Wang Dashi's sense of smell is amazing, and he smells this strange smell, which seems to be mixed with a special smell, and this special smell seems to have appeared just now.

Inside the coffin, as recorded in the old man's book of Muqiu, there was an ancient corpse lying on the pillow with a unicorn pillow under the head of the ancient corpse, and due to its age, the pillow was covered with a thin layer of green spots. Next to the ancient corpse was a huge golden-scaled python, like a dragon's body. The corpse of the golden-scaled python has gone through a hundred years, and it has remained incorruptible and incorruptible, just like the ancient corpse.

If it weren't for this golden-scaled python coiling and not moving, I really couldn't see that this was actually a dead python, and it had gone through several dynasties and generations.

The strange thing is that this golden-scaled python has no eyes, and there is an inlay on the top of the head, which can fit a fist with the deep groove of the eye.

The group abandoned their fears, and almost all of them came over to be curious, quietly staring at the ancient corpse in the coffin and the dragon-like golden-scaled python.

Mr. Nanyang said: "This hanging coffin is filled with a golden-scaled python, but the pillow is an auspicious unicorn, which is not a funeral in the ordinary sense. The auspicious unicorn represents the official position, but seeks a prominent position and supreme dignity, and this is like a dragon python, and the purpose pursued is to sleep with the dragon!"

The hands of the ancient corpse are in the shape of an inverted "figure eight", palms facing up, flat on the chest. The ten fingers of both palms are slightly bent, and it is a lifting posture. According to the records of the old man Muqiu, what these hands held was the night pearl that was taken away by Nanyang Guigong. The Night Pearl occupies half the size of both palms, and due to the passage of time, an oval-shaped imprint has formed between the hands, which is about the size of a fist.

Wang Dashi looked at it carefully, suddenly remembered something, and said: "The night pearl held by the hands of this ancient corpse is probably the eyes of this golden-scaled python......

"But, but, this golden-scaled python doesn't have eyes!" Ouyang Langzhong asked puzzled.

The custom monk smiled, put his fist in the center of the raised palms, measured it along the oval mark in the palms, and then compared his fist to the pit embedded in the top of the golden scale python's head, nodded, and opened his mouth to say: "Hmph, fucking hippie! This, this night pearl is the eye of this golden scale python, but the golden scale python is single and one-eyed, and it only has one eye, and it grows in the center of the head!"

Listening to what the custom monk said, the group seemed to understand.

"Hmph, Mr. Fengyou, don't be verbose here, when have you ever seen a snake is one eye? There are countless pythons, red snakes, and vipers between heaven and earth, when have you ever seen a snake is one eye!" Dafuyou's analysis of the wind wandering monk disagreed: "In my opinion, this yellow coiled thing, it is the intestines of a buffalo!"

"Hehehe......" A long laugh turned out to be Ouyang Ziyun: "Hehe, Dafu You, you really know how to say." With cow intestines to accompany the burial, presumably the owner in the hanging coffin is hungry and panicked!"

Daifuku smiled self-deprecatingly.

Ouyang Ziyun continued: "If you are not hungry, presumably the owner of the hanging coffin is a farmer feeding cattle......!

When he said that the golden-scaled python hovering inside the coffin was a buffalo intestine, the crowd thought he was just talking casually and looking for a happy topic. However, when he finished speaking, the crowd was shocked. Because, the golden-scaled python hovering inside the coffin had turned black at this time.

"Huh——?" suddenly turned dark black, and the crowd was amazed.

At this time, Wang Dashi noticed the hand of the Wind Wandering Monk, and when his hand was just measured, it seemed to touch the ancient corpse, and a piece of purple blood grew on the skin of his hand.

The crowd noticed this, but the large area of purple blood gradually shrank.

Seeing this, Wang Dashi couldn't help but think of the brown and purple color in the palms of the fat man and Nanyang Xiaolian. It was an ominous omen, and it seemed to be the curse of death, deeply rooted in the mind. He believed that the death of Nanyang Guigong's children and the death of the fat brother and his sister must have a certain connection with the purple-brown blood spot on the palm of his hand.

The flaky purple blood in the skin of the Wind Wandering Monk's hand did not disappear, and gradually coagulated into dotted blood spots, which were not easy to detect if not carefully observed.

Wang Dashi asked the Wind Wandering Monk to open his palm, his eyes were staring, and sure enough, it was not true.