C143 copper coin

I looked at her and said nothing.

He sighed. A gust of wind blew over, and his head swayed. I knew he was swaying in the wind, but for some reason I had the feeling he was looking up at me.

The dry smoke in his hand rose and fell, as if there was a soul sucking it.

Trembling, I asked, "You …" Who exactly are you? "

In the past, I thought that the Regeneration was my foster-grandpa, and that the soul of my foster-grandpa was on top of it. But now, when my foster-grandpa is digging for a grave, who can this Regeneration be?

Regeneration did not answer me, but only let out a heavier sigh, as if reproaching me. This voice was too similar to the foster-grandpa.

"Why aren't you talking?" I asked.

Still not answering me, she slowly raised her head. His face is painted, and his facial features are distinct. However, he is unable to make any expression on it.

I suddenly remembered something important. I rubbed my temples and walked around, then said to Regeneration, "Wait for me. Don't go."

Then I hurried back.

Hu Dali had already opened the coffin's lid, and was struggling to pull it out. And my foster-grandpa is overseeing the work above the grave.

Seeing that I had returned, Hu Dali heaved a sigh of relief, and then complained: "On the ninth day, I realized that you are getting worse and worse. After going for such a long time, all the work here is done by me. Do you think that my brain isn't good enough to bully me on purpose? "

I said, "No, my stomach is a little upset. Why don't you let foster-grandpa help you? "

foster-grandpa smiled at me. "I am a spirit, and I cannot touch corpses, especially my own."

I smiled back. "Is that so?"

Then, I quietly went around to the back of foster-grandpa without making any sound.

Who would have thought that Hu Dali would shout at me: "Ninth day, what the hell are you doing now? You want to be lazy again? "

The foster-grandpa then turned around to look at me. I know that now is the time. If this drags on, people will become ghosts, and the ghosts will not be able to reincarnate.

Thus, I quickly pulled out the dagger and lightly pressed it against foster-grandpa's chest.

He's my foster-grandpa, I never thought that I would one day point a blade at him. This sort of outrageous thing made my hands and feet tremble.

Hu Dali became anxious: "Ninth day, are you crazy?" Then he ran to me.

I shouted, "Don't come over here! Stand back!"

As expected, Hu Dali did not dare to come over, and carried the corpse on his back as he retreated. My foster-grandpa is taller, and Hu Dali can't carry it on his back, so he had to use both of his arms to pull it off, causing foster-grandpa's feet to drag on the ground. Now, when Hu Dali retreated, he tripped over a corpse. Even with his corpse rolling in the grave, coincidentally, foster-grandpa's body went back into the coffin.

I looked at the body and saw that it was undamaged. I heaved a sigh of relief.

Hu Dali crawled up as he muttered to himself, "One year, two years, three years, not recognizing father and mother …"

I said, "Shut up."

Thus, Hu Dali shut his mouth.

foster-grandpa looked at me and asked with a fake smile: "Ninth day, what does that mean?"

I said, "I met a friend in the city who gave me a dagger. She said it was very special. If I kill a ghost, the ghost will also die. "

The foster-grandpa said, "So, you want to try it on me?"

I said, "You are my foster-grandpa, and you have raised me to such a big extent. I will never be able to repay you for the past few lifetimes that I have shown you."

foster-grandpa desolately said: "If you kill me and shatter my soul, then you won't have to repay my gratitude anymore."

That made my eyes water, and I wanted to throw the knife at him and apologize. After taking a deep breath to calm myself down, I slowly said to the foster-grandpa, "When we were being buried, someone had done something bad and put a copper coin on your tongue. Do you still remember?"

foster-grandpa said indifferently, "Of course I remember."

"Do you know who it is?" I asked.

foster-grandpa said, "There were so many people at that time, how could I remember them?"

I said, "The copper coin is on your tongue, so your soul cannot speak. The last few times I saw you, you could only sigh, unable to speak. "Why are you so fluent this time?"

foster-grandpa was startled, he did not expect me to ask that. He smiled, "The corpse in the coffin will surely rot. The meat around the tongue died earlier, so the copper coin fell off by itself."

I said, "According to you, the copper coins are still in the mouth of the corpse?"

foster-grandpa replied, "Of course."

I shouted at Hu Dali: "Energetic, help me check if there are any copper coins in my foster-grandpa's corpse."

foster-grandpa was furious, "Are you crazy? If you open the paper, my soul will not be able to rest. "

I bitterly smiled and said, "In the entire Hu Village, whose soul is safe and sound?"

foster-grandpa's corpse was lying inside the coffin, with a piece of yellow paper still stuck to his face. The piece of paper was broken, and had changed from yellow to black. However, it was still covering his face.

Digging into a grave and opening up a coffin was a matter that damaged one's merits. Revealing the yellow paper on the corpse's face was even more ominous. Many people thought it was bad luck and wouldn't do it even if they were beaten to death, but Hu Dali was different.

Then he stared at the corpse in the coffin, silent and unmoving.

It was dark down there, and I couldn't see what was going on. So he asked Hu Dali loudly: "What's wrong? Open your mouth and take a look. "

Hu Dali replied, he scratched his head and said: "Ninth day, we dug the wrong grave, this is the village chief's grave."

Before he finished speaking, the foster-grandpa turned around with the intent to run, but I pulled him back. I raised my dagger and was about to stab forward. The foster-grandpa shouted, "Hey, hey, hey! Even if I'm the village chief, I'm still your elder.

My dagger stopped. I didn't want to kill him, but I didn't let him go either.

"Why did you lie to me?" I asked the village chief.

The Village Chief sighed with a lonely face, "Why do you think I lied to you? Didn't he want to leave this damn place? Not long after you left, the village changed. Many people knew that they were dead. I was one of them. I thought of a way to bury my own body. No one burned paper money, but it was better than hanging it on a beam. Of course, our village also has those idiots, and even now, they still don't know that they died. "

Before the village chief could finish speaking, Hu Dali looked at us with a face full of worry: "What about me? What about me? Am I dead or not? "

I helplessly said, "You're still alive."

Hu Dali heaved a sigh of relief.

The village chief continued: "I know, you will definitely come back. For no other reason than to bring your foster-grandpa away. So I went to the Big Power house and asked about your whereabouts. I asked about what you did before leaving, but this silly kid didn't know anything. I had to teach him to guard against ghosts. "

"Since you came back today, I suddenly thought that things were getting more and more troublesome in the village. Are you willing to let me out? Otherwise, if I disguise myself as your foster-grandpa, would you still have a chance? "

When the Village Chief said this, he threw up his hands and said, "That's it. I've already said it." If you have to kill me, there's nothing I can do about it. However, I have something I need to tell you in advance. In the future, when your foster-grandpa asks, where did the Village Chief go? You'd better come up with a lie in advance so he won't get in your way. "

Since the Village Chief had already said so, how could I dare? He had no choice but to put away the dagger.

I asked the village chief, "In the village now, who are the people who belong to that thing?"

The Village Head asked me in bewilderment, "What item?"

I said, "It's from the Golden Toad Temple."

The village chief was enlightened, and then he said, "No one. A while ago, for some reason, that thing went on a trip, and when it came back, it hid in the cemetery. It is also because of this matter that the Yin and Yang of our village have been turned upside down. Only then did many people know that they had died a long time ago.

Then he whispered to me, "But you have to be careful of your uncle, he's so weird, he keeps watch all day at the bottom of the grave. Who knows if he's under control or not?"

I nodded slightly. I know that my uncle and the Ghost Prison are inextricably linked, because his own soul is no longer here. His new soul is definitely under the Ghost Prison.

The village chief looked at me curiously. "Aren't you going to ask where your foster-grandpa is?"

I faintly said: "I know where my foster-grandpa is."

Afterwards, I brought Hu Dali and walked in the direction where I sighed. The village chief also lowered his head and followed behind us.

I walked over to the tombstone and lit a match. On the tombstone, there were a few words clearly written: Hu Mancang's Tomb.

This is my foster-grandpa's tomb.

I looked behind the tombstone. The Regeneration was still there, but the pipe in his hand had gone out.

I called out, "foster-grandpa?"

The Regeneration did not respond.

I called out again, "foster-grandpa?"

Regeneration still ignored me.

Hu Dali could not help but cough, and said to me: "Ninth day, stop calling, this is a fake person, did you recognize wrongly?"

I scratched my head and thought, "I clearly told the foster-grandpa to wait for me here. Where did he go?"

I said to Hu Dali: "foster-grandpa might not be here, let's dig out his corpse first."

Hu Dali said with a bitter face: "I dug out two graves in one night. "Don't misjudge me this time."

He complained, but it was true that he did his job well, and before long we had the grave dug up. Then he opened the coffin.

The black paper on foster-grandpa's face started to rot even more, and the moment he saw the wind, it shattered. When the paper disappeared, I saw the face below.

He looked thinner because his flesh was shrinking. But his face did not rot.

Hu Dali asked me: "Ninth day, what do we do?"

I said, "Take out the money first so that my foster-grandpa can speak."

Hu Dali did not dare do this work, as no one would be afraid of something if they did not have a brain. So I jumped down the grave, and gently pinched foster-grandpa's cheeks.

The skin was so hard that I had to tear it open a little and put two fingers in it. I'll touch the coin.

Round, hard, thin, I seem to feel it. Just as I was about to pull my hand out, foster-grandpa suddenly closed his mouth and bit my hand.