At the time of the summer solstice, in the middle of the night, the pouring rain continued to fall, accompanied by bursts of thunder, and reached people's ears. Loud raindrops hit the leaves and made a replying sound.

At the foot of a mountain, surrounded by a group of people, all dressed in robes. They all had panicked expressions on their faces, gathered around a quaint coffin, whispered and discussed. Just then, a white-haired old man hurried in. Seeing this, everyone hurriedly approached and surrounded him. Tell it something incessantly. The white-haired old man walked to the coffin without any trouble, looked up and down, and said: What the hell is going on, who found out. As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a thin man walk up to the white-haired elder and said with a frightened face: Wu Zhangshi, I found out first. Actually, here's the thing. I was hunting in the mountains and wanted to catch more pheasants on a rainy day. I don't want to be down the mountain, and suddenly there is a mudslide. So I hurried back, and when the mudslide stopped, I found the coffin lying here on the way down. After speaking, he looked at Wu Zhangshi.

When Wu Zhangshi heard this, he nodded thoughtfully. And at this time, I don't know whose child climbed onto the coffin and sat because of playfulness. Seeing this, Wu Zhangshi hurriedly shouted, and at this time, I saw a middle-aged woman hurriedly stepped forward and hugged the child, and kept apologetic: The child is small and ignorant, forgive me. Wu Zhangshi said loudly: "The child is not sensible, are you not sensible either?" Why don't you take the child away quickly! The middle-aged woman hurried away with the child in her arms.

Just when Wu Zhangshi scolded sharply, he was slapped on the shoulder. When he looked back, he saw an old man over half a hundred years old holding a dry tobacco in his hand, sucking it up, and a young man of eleven or twelve years old was standing next to him behind him. Seeing this, Wu Zhangshi said with a smile on his face: It turned out to be Uncle Jiu, it's good that you are here. Uncle Nine said to Wu Zhangshi: What the hell is going on? The young man behind him also said with a displeased face: It's just that it's late at night, and I don't let people sleep. After hearing this, Wu Zhangshi was not angry, pointed to the coffin behind him and said: I don't want to either, it's not because of it. Uncle Nine looked in the direction he was pointing, and saw a coffin placed horizontally on a pile of mud and stones, which was very conspicuous.

Uncle Nine walked towards the coffin, looked at it carefully, and then returned to Wu Zhangshi and said: What is going on? Wu Zhangshi also said with a puzzled face: I don't know what's going on, a coffin suddenly rolled down from this mountain, so I asked you to come and take a look. Uncle Nine walked to the coffin again, looked around the coffin, and gasped in his heart. I saw that the coffin was surrounded by runes of various colors. Under the cleaning of the rainstorm, it is even more weird. Boom, a thunderbolt pierced the sky. With the blue light of lightning, shining on the coffin, it made people's spines chill. At this time, Wu Zhangshi spoke: I know this is not an ordinary coffin, but I don't know what Uncle Nine knows. Uncle Nine looked at the coffin, took a sharp breath of dry smoke and said coldly: This is a ghost coffin. Thinking that the master here has begun to change his corpse, and the people next to him heard a burst of discussions, and they all exchanged heads and talked about it. Wu Zhangshi also said with a panicked face at this time: Then what should we do, or burn him now? Uncle Nine looked at the coffin and didn't say a word. At this moment, the young man behind him pointed to the corner of the high coffin and said, "Master, look! What is this?" Uncle Nine walked in front of Chu Zixuan with an arrow, squatted down and looked at the thing in front of him and said loudly: "It's not good, it seems that you can't burn him now." Wu Zhangshi hurriedly said: Why?

Uncle Nine pointed to the thing in front of him and said: The original name of this nail was called; Suppress the corpse nail, with this nail, it means that the things in it have signs of corpse transformation when they are buried, and now I am afraid that it will not burn in this weather. After hearing this, Wu Zhangshi hurriedly said: Then when can it be? Uncle Jiu said word by word: It must be on the night of the moon.

When everyone heard this, they froze in place, not knowing what to do. At this time, a thunderbolt pierced the sky and shone on the coffin, and the hearts of those who watched it were cold. The rain hit people's faces drop by drop, and slowly flowed down the clothes. After a long time, Wu Zhangshi said: Since you can't burn it now, let's burn it when you can. After hearing this, everyone expressed their approval, and Uncle Nine also nodded, and then smoked his dry tobacco. Wu Zhangshi nodded when he saw Uncle Jiu and said: The most important thing now is that the coffin cannot still be placed here, and someone must keep it temporarily. When everyone heard this, they discussed it again, and their faces showed a look of horror. Seeing this, Wu Zhangzhang continued: This matter should have been borne by me, but I am both an old man and a layman, if something happens, I will be guilty myself, but if it affects the villagers, it will be a sin. When the group heard it, they also nodded yes. Wu Zhangshi looked at the situation, and said in a slow voice: "Uncle Jiu, since you are a respected person in the village, you are in charge of the Yizhuang in the village, and you are a person who understands this business, I think it is most suitable for you to keep this coffin." When the villagers heard this, they expressed their approval one by one. Uncle Nine looked at everyone, and said helplessly: Of course, this matter is a matter of course. After speaking, he smiled and looked at the young man behind him. The boy also shrugged his shoulders, his face full of helplessness.

On a hot summer night, it was pouring rain outside the window, and the bean-sized rain hit people's bodies, and there were bursts of chill. At this time, the city of Jinzhou was wrapped in a heavy rain, and if it looked like a thin fog from a distance. There were few pedestrians on the street, and sometimes a person flashed by, and they were also walking in a hurry. The rain was falling endlessly, and it seemed that even the enthusiasm of the people had fallen, and people at this time were all listless at home.

Not far from town, too, the rain was still falling. The pond was hit by the rain and caused ripples. The reeds swayed with the wind, and the fish couldn't bear the loneliness, so they secretly poked out the head of the fish, looked around in surprise, and bursts of frogs surged out of the ground, as if the opportunity at this time was very rare, and it was necessary to seize the opportunity to play a trick. The rain fell on the grass and carried it by the wind, remembering the sound of swishing. A frog was in the field with its mouth open, and the rain on his body gently brushed his body, and he seemed to enjoy it, and let out a frog call. The land is full of life.

And if you look closely, you will notice that there seems to be a starry light not far away, flickering and flickering. Gone with the light, it was a dilapidated old building, swaying in the rain, and a little bit of broken light was shining through the building. The mottled gate has been baptized by wind and rain. None of this is noticeable, and if you look closely, you might think it's just an ordinary home, but if you look closely, you'll see the difference. Ordinary people should be full of vitality at this time, but here it is full of dead air. Yes, this is the Yizhuang of Jinzhou City!

Looking through the door, rows of dead bodies were neatly arranged, and coffins were lined up. All this can be said to be exactly the same as other Yizhuang, the only difference is that there are two living people living here, and they are the people of the caretaker Yizhuang. They are one eleven or twelve-year-old Chu Zixuan, and the other is the ninth uncle who looks about fifty years old.

At this time, Chu Zixuan looked at the coffin in front of him nervously, and said to Uncle Jiu after a long time: Master, do you say that he will become a corpse. Uncle Nine did the work in his hands without raising his head and said: What do you say, have you ever seen a corpse buried in the soil for nearly a hundred years without decaying? After speaking, he looked around the coffin carefully. After watching it for a long time, he took a sharp puff of dry smoke and muttered: It's weird, it's really strange. Chu Zixuan also looked around the coffin and said: What's strange, isn't it just an ordinary coffin? Uncle Nine glanced at Chu Zixuan, and then said: Have you ever seen so many rune suppressors on an ordinary coffin? What's even more strange is that this coffin is actually made of locust wood.

When Chu Zixuan heard Uncle Jiu's words, he suddenly exclaimed: How is it possible, how can Huaimu be used as a coffin, unless he wants to make the corpse corpse. After hearing this, Uncle Nine nodded and said: Yes, it seems that the person who made this coffin has a great hatred for the person lying inside. He first made a coffin out of locust wood so that he could be transformed, then used runes to suppress him and torture him, and finally used corpse nails to calm his soul, so that he could not be reincarnated and suffer endless pain. When Chu Zixuan heard this, the hairs on his body stood up and said: How much hatred does this have to be to do this. Uncle Nine sneered and said: The most cruel thing in the world is people, as long as it can be done, what has not been done? After speaking, he picked up the talisman paper and pasted the coffin all over his body. After the talisman was pasted, he jumped up to the coffin and said, "Quickly bring the nails." After hearing this, Chu Zixuan hurriedly handed over the nail and said quietly: Master, I have never seen a zombie after following you for so long, and I am really scared and looking forward to it. After hearing this, Uncle Nine gave him a blank look and said: Little rabbit cub, it will be over when you see it. After saying that, he put a nail on the coffin.

With a bang, the papier-mâché window had been blown open by the wind, and the drizzle of flowers was sprinkled into Yizhuang, blowing people's faces with rain. Seeing this, Chu Zixuan complained and complained: Master, I have long asked you to repair the windows, you are always lazy and don't do it, now it's okay. After hearing this, Uncle Nine was angry and said: You are a young man who is embarrassed to ask an old man to work, and it is a shame for what you said. Don't close the windows yet. After Chu Zixuan heard this, he braved the strong wind to close the window and looked back at Uncle Jiu.

At this moment, Uncle Jiu's face was serious, and Chu Zixuan knew that something was wrong: Master, what's wrong? Uncle Nine didn't speak, and pointed to the rune paper on the coffin, only to see that the rune paper had been blown to pieces by the wind at the moment. Chu Zixuan hurriedly ran to pick up the rune paper that was blown off by the wind, and just as he was bending down to pick it up, a popping sound came into the ears of the two.

At this time, both of them had an ominous premonition and thought that something would happen, so Uncle Nine hurriedly jumped off the coffin. A pair of eyes stared at the coffin. Chu Zixuan asked in fear: Do you think he will become a zombie? After speaking, he pointed to the coffin. Uncle Nine looked at Chu Zixuan and said; Don't you really want to see zombies, why do you have a chance to see them now? After hearing this, Chu Zixuan was afraid and said: Master, don't scare me, I just said it casually, it's better not to see this kind of thing. After speaking, he said with a voice: Master, I am tired, now I go back to my room to sleep, and I will talk about it tomorrow if there is anything. With that, he walked in the direction of the room. Seeing this, Uncle Nine hurriedly stretched out his left hand, lifted Chu Zixuan's collar and grabbed him back; If it weren't for you, would this have happened, now I want to slip away, no way. Now nail the coffin up and let Master see if there is any corpse. When Chu Zixuan heard this, he hurriedly looked at Uncle Nine with a pleading face and said, "Master, you won't be so cruel, I'm afraid." Seeing his appearance, Uncle Nine said loudly: What are you afraid of, there is a master here for everything. Chu Zixuan slowly moved his steps towards the coffin. Ten thousand prayers in my heart that nothing will happen.

Chu Zixuan walked to the coffin, took a deep breath and said, "It's okay, I've always been a good person, I must be fine." After speaking, he staggered away, slowly climbed up to the coffin, and began to pull out the nails.