Chapter 316

The three aunt is as like as two peas in a blue shroud. However, the face, which should have been pale and stiff, was red, as if the skin of the meat were bleeding. The whole facial features twisted together, like a cat's face grinning, unspeakably strange and terrible.

Several long white whiskers grew on the lips and stood up. Isn't that a cat whisker?

The two ears spilled blood, which not only dyed the bedding below red, but also accumulated a shallow pool of blood. Two hands pressed on the coffin plates on both sides, and the nails were strangely deformed. Like cat claws, the coffin plates had been scratched with gullies. Sure enough, I was picking the coffin board with my nails just now.

This situation does not need to be explained by demons. I can also be sure that it is not the possession of the cat spirit, nor the corpse change inspired by the cat spirit, but the resentment of the cat spirit, which should be developed into the rhythm of "cat corpse"!

In the end, it is not really a cat corpse, but a fierce corpse with a shape similar to a dead cat. If they are buried like this, the nine generations will be harmed. In this case, it is most likely to cause weather changes during the funeral. In case of rain and thunder, the fierce corpse must come out of the coffin, so it is difficult to predict how many funeral teams can survive.

The third uncle and the old building looked at each other. The third uncle screamed and fell to the ground as soon as his leg softened. The old building didn't fall down, but he quickly took back his eyes and stood there shivering like a fool.

Is he so afraid of Mao? Because the expert knows the horror of this thing better than the layman. Whoever looks at it, its blood red and resentful pupils will print your shadow. Even if it is buried and can't get out of the coffin, its resentment will haunt you all your life like a fierce ghost, making your life worse than death!

Obviously, Lao Louzi didn't have the ability to deal with this kind of resentment, he would feel incomparable fear.

After the demon was stunned for a moment, he said in a very hasty tone: "seal the coffin quickly, suppress it with ink bucket line and chicken blood, and carry it to the wild when the sun is at its peak tomorrow noon, and burn it into ash with samadhi real fire or open flame. Then we have to do it for seventy-seven or forty-nine days to overcome our grievances. "

I listened to what she said so seriously, so I quickly covered the coffin, wrapped the coffin with a red rope, and shouted, "go find an ink bucket line and find a big cock!"

Now the corpse is only temporarily suppressed by the corpse and Baijiu, and it will soon get rid of it. With the opening of the coffin, the vigorous Yang Qi poured into the shed will stimulate its bloodthirsty nature. Once out of the coffin, even if the demon and I finally subdue it, many people will die.

Although the people outside the mourning shed could not see what was going on in the coffin, they could guess that the matter was very serious when they saw the expression of the old building. So someone immediately ran to find the ink Douxian and the rooster. Within a few minutes, someone came back with these two, but they didn't dare to enter the mourning shed and threw them in.

Fortunately, the cock's legs were tied. He smelled a strong smell of fierce corpses and flew around in panic. At that moment, chickens flying and dogs jumping in the mourning shed, which was very chaotic. Seeing that the third uncle and the old building were motionless, my father ran into the mourning shed and helped me catch the rooster.

The demon said happily, "my father-in-law is so powerful... Bah, bah... You took me astray..."

I didn't have time to tease her at the moment. I asked my father to hold the ink bucket. I picked up a small iron cone to pierce the chicken crown and drop blood into the ink bucket. Then he grabbed a handful of glutinous rice, put it into his mouth, chewed it a few times, spit it into the ink bucket, stretch out his fingers and stir it evenly.

"Xiao Shou, aren't you fooling around?" Dad still didn't believe me and asked nervously.

I lowered my voice and said, "this is a matter of human life. How dare I fool around? How did the third aunt die? " Then he took the ink fountain from his father's hand, pulled out the line and asked him to pull up one end.

"Your third aunt died of a sudden cardiac death. She was fine last afternoon and suddenly died at night." When dad said this, he looked at the third uncle who was shivering on the ground.

The third uncle was better now. The chicken pecked at the rice and said, "yes, it was sent to the village health center. The man is dead. The doctor said it might be a heart attack and sudden death. "

"Dad, you don't have to do it. You don't know how to play..." I pinched a formula, grabbed the ink bucket line and popped a black line on the coffin“ Did the three aunts appear abnormal before converging into the coffin? "

As soon as this line bounced, it increased the power of repression, so that the dead bodies did not calm down and collided with each other. Many onlookers outside the mourning shed had not heard such a movement. Suddenly, the timid women and children screamed and fled in all directions.

The third uncle had just climbed up and sat down again with a thud. His whole body was like sieve bran. Dad's eyes trembled. I smiled and said, "don't be afraid. Play the ink line, it won't come out."

The old man then relaxed and said, "when your third aunt was at the funeral last night, her face was very red. She didn't look like a dead man at all. So uncle Zihang thought it was an ominous omen. He originally said that he would be buried for seven days, so he temporarily changed it to three days. Who knows what happened the next day. "

There is no fixed number of days for folk mourning. Generally, it is at least three days. The first day should be counted from the day of death. Even if he died at 11 o'clock last night, it is also one day.

I said in my heart that the old guy knew the situation was bad, but he didn't dare to tell the truth. He just wanted to bury it in a hurry. Yard, it's a disaster to the ninth generation. Aren't you worried that your nephew will suffer a bloody disaster?

Seeing that my eyes were not good at looking at him, Lao Lou immediately regained his mind and quickly explained: "I didn't expect this to happen, but I didn't think it would be all right to be buried. I contacted a very capable Mr. Yin and Yang last night. He promised to come tomorrow morning and decorate the Yin House Feng Shui, so as not to let anything happen at home."

At this time, with the ink lines bouncing down, the movement in the coffin became smaller and smaller. I took back my eyes, focused on playing the line, and said, "when arranging the fengshui of yinzhai, the symptoms are not the root cause. The resentment that condenses but does not disperse is getting stronger and stronger, and will eventually break through the Fengshui bureau at that time, and the disaster will be doubled."

Lao Lou Zi hung his head in shame. Obviously, he didn't understand these things. He has a bottle of dissatisfaction and half bottle shaking ability. Don't mention mentioning shoes to me. Even the heel of waste shoes like Zhao Jingnan can't be found.

Soon, the ink bucket lines crisscrossed to form a network, covering the whole coffin. At this time, there was no movement in the coffin, and the blood stopped, which seemed to completely suppress the murderous body.

Just breathed out, but suddenly a cat ran in from all directions, showing its teeth and shrieking. Then they hit the coffins one by one, splashed with blood, fell to the ground and couldn't help twitching.

And the cat is still pouring into the mourning shed. Moths hit the coffin like a fire. Dad and I can't stop it!