Chapter 189

This is a young woman, wearing a red wedding dress, a phoenix crown on her head, hands closed on her belly, eyes slightly closed, as if she was sleeping.

It's a beautiful woman with classic temperament, or an ancient female corpse. Her skin is gray but delicate, and there is no elasticity or anger that a living person should have. What is it?

To Li NanFang's surprise, the female corpse did not decay in this humid environment, even without the peculiar smell of corpse, or even dead spots. If it was placed in another place, it would be a sleeping beauty.

About 30 years old, is the most beautiful moment in a woman's life, like a rose in bloom, beauty died early, really heartbreaking.

In the coffin, there was only this female corpse. There was a turquoise stone pillow under her head. It should be carved from some kind of jade. Besides, there was nothing else.

What about the thank you?

For example, jade cabbage, jade carving, frog and so on. No matter how hard it is to make two famous calligraphy and paintings, you can't let Li Nanfang rip off the red wedding dress and red embroidered shoes on the female corpse, can you?

Although there are two quail sized beads on the toe of the shoes and pearls on the wedding dress, the folded jade still holds a white jade Ruyi, especially the Phoenix crown worn by the female corpse, which is made of pure gold and inlaid with jewelry.

After seeing the woman's corpse, the legendary commander in charge of touching gold will take off the Phoenix crown, take away the jade pillow, and cut off the quail egg on the toe of the shoe. Oh, you can't forget the jade Ruyi in the hand of the woman's corpse. It's a good thing.

As for the gold thread and pearls on Dahong's wedding dress, just leave them. Nothing can be done.

Li Nanfang is not a professional, not even an amateur, so he can't beat the things used by the female corpse. When he saw that there were no extra funeral objects, he was a little frustrated. He shook his head and said "secret shepherd". After he translated it in Chinese again, he was ready to close the coffin lid and refuse the ghost woman's kindness.

All of a sudden, he found that the female corpse seemed familiar.

It's like I've seen it since I was a child. Li Nan Nan can see a person's appearance with his eyebrows, nose and mouth. He is absolutely familiar with it, but no matter what he thinks, he can't remember where he met that person.

Unlike his teacher's mother, his mother-in-law, Jiang Muran and min Rou, these women are familiar to Li Nanfang. Therefore, when he saw the face of the corpse, he instinctively thought of them to analyze and compare.

None of them.

Li Nanfang frowned. In the flickering light of the fire, he was absorbed in his thoughts. He didn't notice that the flame of the torch was getting smaller and darker.

I can't think of it. I can think of it suddenly.

Li Nanfang smiles, smiles, smiles - when he goes down, he sees that there is crystal clear liquid in the corner of the left eye of the corpse, which slowly overflows.

These are tears.

Female corpse, can cry.

With a bang, Li Nanfang heard his heart beat. His nerves almost broke.

Kill him, also don't believe a don't know how long dead woman, will shed tears.

Slowly stretched out his hand, there is a little finger in the female corpse canthus gently slide, her cheek cold, tears are cold.

Li Nanfang pursed the corner of his mouth, and his right hand began to tremble. He reached under the neck of the female corpse, where there was a big artery. If the female corpse was not a corpse, it would only shield her from breathing, but it could not shield the beating of the big artery.

The tentacles were as cold, and the arteries didn't beat at all, but why did she cry?

Li Nanfang was at a loss and began to wonder whether the moisture outside affected the corpse after he opened the coffin, causing some chemical reaction, causing the water inside the corpse to turn into tears and overflow from the corner of his eyes.

There is no doubt that this explanation is quite nonsense, and it doesn't work at all. Even if it is the influence of moisture, there is no need for her to shed tears and evaporate her sweat pores.

There was a slight sound, and the light of the fire suddenly came on. He woke up Li Nanfang where he was now. He suddenly looked up and saw that the torch was darkening quickly, and soon it turned into a dark red spot, just like enlarging a cigarette end.

Outside, the rustling sound was clear and audible.

It's nothing.

Yes, when Li Nanfang was staring at the corpse in a daze, a white man appeared on the chair under the square table in the tomb room, shaking slightly, as if he was going to float away at any time.

Li NanFang's hands and feet were so cold that he was afraid. With his keen sense, he didn't see when the white man appeared on the chair.

But don't panic. The more strange things you encounter, the more you have to keep calm. Only in this way can you have a chance to escape. This is what Lao Xie told Li Nanfang. He never dared to forget.

The rustling sound coming from behind is more and more clear, just like the silkworm eating mulberry leaves, being carried into the tomb.

But it's not silkworm, Li Nanfang can be sure, because he knows very well that the silkworm that eats mulberry leaves doesn't have this kind of smell.

Only snakes.

A lot of snakes, when they crawl together, make this sound as if it's raining.

Li Nanfang looked back slowly. He couldn't see anything. He had turned into a dark red torch. He could only see the white man on the chair and the coffin beside him.

He closed the coffin. No matter who the female corpse was, why it was so strange? When something came in, he should close the coffin for her to avoid being bitten.

After closing the coffin lid, Li Nanfang did not look back. Instead of looking for the snakes hidden in the dark, he had better go to see what the ghost of the white man was.

Maybe those snakes are the ones he called to scare Uncle Li?

As long as it can call the snake, Li Nanfang is sure to let it drive the snake away, whether it is a human or a ghost.

It's strange that after seeing the white man, Li Nanfang didn't think it was the ghost woman who led him here. Although it was also very strange, it lacked some indescribable temperament.

Vitality.

Li Nanfang took out his spear from under his right leg, walked slowly to the white man, and finally determined what temperament it lacked.

This is a paper man.

The paper man made of white rice paper and vines can be seen by Li Nanfang in the dim red light. His eyes are like a picture, his nose is small, and his cherry mouth is a little red. He is full of vitality.

Paper man is a beautiful woman, is smiling, should have been very charming smile, appears very strange.

The paper man and the female corpse in the coffin are similar in appearance, which also makes Li Nanfang feel familiar.

Folk legend has it that after the paper man is tied up, don't give it eyes.

The story of finishing touch is not only suitable for the dragon, but also has a very special significance for the paper man.

A paper man has a soul when he points his eyes.

In the coffin shop where the articles used by the deceased are sold, all the paper men are eyeless. Only when they are sold, the paperman will take a little brush.

But he won't tell anyone why he will focus on the sale, because he is afraid that he will be attacked by the paper man if he tells the secret. In fact, all the people who have been engaged in this work since ancient times have not achieved good results.

After the paper man is fixed, it will smile rather than smile. When people occasionally look at it, they will be able to take away a part of the soul. When six neurasthenic people see it and are taken away by it, it will live.

The saying of "three spirits and six spirits" is never nonsense. According to the most ancient folk legends, the bodies of six people who have been taken away from their souls will be worse day by day, and they will die one after another. In the first seven nights, white paper men will appear in front of their graves and dance with the wind.

On the birthday and memorial day of the dead, the paper money given by their families to their graves will also be enjoyed by paper people.

When enough Yin virtue is accumulated, the paper man will choose the most predestined one of the six people to reincarnate for the white tiger star, to conquer the family, and to supplement the deficiency that it should not have come to the world with the life span of the family.

Therefore, when someone goes to burn paper on the night after the death of his master, never look at those paper burners who are in the spotlight. This is what Li NanFang's teacher mother repeatedly told him when he was a child.

Li Nanfang didn't know how his teacher's mother, who was born in a rich family, knew these customs and taboos in rural areas. However, he would abide by every instruction of his teacher's mother, so when he saw that the paper man had been highlighted, he immediately moved his eyes.

However, the paper man's rather strange and deep eyes were deeply imprinted in his mind. With all his nerves, they penetrated into all the four limbs like electricity, which made him shiver.

Hidden in the body, there is no movement of the devil, suddenly wake up, dragon like shaking his head and tail, angry roar, teeth and claws, the invasion of the paper man's eyes, torn to pieces!

That is its territory. It will never allow any evil spirits to take its place.

When the devil wakes up, Li NanFang's eyes suddenly turn red. He is 10000 times more evil than the paper man. His smile blooms from the corner of his mouth. He suddenly lowers his head and looks at the paper man's eyes viciously.

He clearly saw that the paper man's deep and strange eyes had a look of horror, so did the smile, as if the snow met the sun, and the only end was evaporation.

With a bang, Li Nanfang lit the lighter and put it under the paper man.

It seems that when an inaudible scream sounded, the fire suddenly lit up, illuminating the whole tomb!

There's something lying on Li NanFang's ear and grabbing it. It's a small snake, thinner than a sweater needle. Its head is only the size of a tadpole. It's dark all over. Its mouth is wide, but there are red letters flashing.

With the help of both fingers, he crushed the snake, dragged it out and turned to look at it.

Despair, like the tide came, let Li Nanfang nowhere to hide.

The demons in his body also kept roaring and roaring, struggling to earn the host.

Unable to calculate, Pentium four core processors are unable to calculate the black snake, intertwined with each other, crowded together into a half meter high black flood, from the tomb outflow.

A pair of snake eyes, which are not much bigger than the needle nose, shoot scarlet light spots and rush to Li Nanfang.

No matter how powerful he is, can he escape from the overwhelming swarms of snakes?

Never had despair, let the devil and Li Nanfang together, open mouth issued a roar: "ah!"

Hissing and roaring, quickly drowned by the Kuroshio - all he could do was close his lips, hide his head in his arms, and cover his ears with his elbows.

When the sharp snake teeth began to bite him, Li Nanfang finally understood how the Dragon could become like that under Kong's hand.

Snake kisses.

The poison of fangs quickly paralyzed all Li NanFang's nerves. When he completely lost consciousness, he seemed to hear a roar - Nanfang!