C4

Shit, a dead body.

With a buzz in my head, I jumped up from the ground and took a step back.

That night, the ones who helped press the corpse were several strong guys in their twenties. One of them accidentally got scratched by the corpse. The next day, he felt that something was wrong. He couldn't eat, nor could he sleep well. He was listless all day. In just a month, he had lost forty pounds and lost all his looks. In half a year's time, she died.

The reason the swindlers were so scary was because the corpses were making a ruckus. They bared their fangs and brandished their claws, chasing after the living according to the aura. It was absolutely impossible for them to lie quietly on the bed like this.

After thinking about it, I calmed down and looked at the foster-grandpa carefully. There didn't seem to be much change to him, to the point that I started to suspect that I had heard wrongly when he knocked on the spirit bed.

However, just as I was thinking about this, a sound came from the quiet night: Dong... Dong … Dong …

This time, I heard it loud and clear. There was indeed someone knocking on the spiritual bed.

I wiped the cold sweat on my forehead and braced myself to ask, "foster-grandpa, did you wake up?"

No one answered me. However, the sound of him knocking on the bed came again: Dong... Dong … Dong …

Hu Dali was also afraid, he said to me: "Ninth day, this is too scary, let's go call the village chief."

As soon as he took hold of my arm, I couldn't help but laugh out of my throat: Heh heh heh heh...

Hu Dali was so scared that his face turned pale. He retreated a few steps and tripped over the brazier on the ground.

"Be careful." I cried.

Fortunately, Hu Dali knew that he could not touch the corpse, so he twisted his body and fell onto the ground beside the bed. However, when he pulled, a corner of the blanket covering the corpse fell off.

Hu Dali crawled up in panic and said in a sobbing tone, "I didn't do it on purpose." Then he fumbled as if to cover the body with a quilt.

Suddenly, his body shook violently and stopped moving.

Startled, I quickly went over and asked, "What's wrong?"

Hu Dali slowly turned around and said to me: "Ninth day, you really tricked a corpse. Your foster-grandpa has one extra foot."

How can a dead man have feet?

I dragged Hu Dali to the side and stuck my head out to look. Sure enough, three legs were revealed under the blanket.

A light flashed in my head and I suddenly had an idea. I boldly grabbed the blanket and abruptly lifted it up, exposing the person on the spiritual bed.

One of them was his uncle who was lying there, while the other was his uncle who was hiding under the blanket.

The village uncle's face was deathly pale. He clenched his teeth and lay upright on the spiritual bed, as if he couldn't move at all. I touched his body. It was cold and hard, like a corpse. But his eyes were open, and they were trying to move, gesturing for me to help him up.

I took his arm and held him on the ground.

The clan uncle opened his mouth, but was unable to say anything. He could only emit some vague words.

Hu Dali heaved a sigh of relief at the side, and then, he started to complain about his clan uncle: "Uncle, if you're tired, go home and sleep, why are you lying down when you see a bed? "I was almost scared to death just now."

The clan uncle tried his best to open his mouth wide and say something to Hu Dali.

Hu Dali scratched his head, bringing his ear closer: "What did you say?"

The clan uncle struggled to utter a string of syllables, "Gu …" Ancient... Guo... "F * ck off."

I whispered to my clan uncle, "What happened?"

Uncle's already pale face became even paler as he tried to say, "Go back …" Go Back... "At home."

"Yes," I said, and helped him out.

At the beginning, my uncle's legs were like two wooden sticks, straight and stiff, unable to exert any strength. It was almost as if I was dragging him away. By the time he reached the entrance to the courtyard, it seemed as if his blood vessels had cleared a little and he could now walk slowly.

The village chief didn't go far and was waiting nearby. When he saw me helping my clan uncle out, his eyes widened. He stared at me. "Did you really find it in the coffin?"

The clan's uncle was over forty years old and was still unmarried. He was about to be single. If people knew that he had done such an unlucky thing, it would be even less likely for him to get a wife.

The Village Chief heaved a sigh of relief. "That's good. That's really bad luck."

Hu Dali said, "Even if you said it, you wouldn't be able to guess. We found him on the spirit bed."

The clan uncle's face became red again, and he scolded Hu Dali: "Scram." This time he spoke more fluently.

The Village Chief looked at the three of us in astonishment, but he quickly reacted and told me to send my uncle home to have a good rest. As for the matter of the guardian, he would arrange for people to do it, so I don't have to worry.

I thanked him and supported my uncle out of the courtyard in a hurry.

Halfway there, the clan uncle had already recovered. However, he refused to say anything and appeared to be preoccupied.

When we got home, the clan uncle sat on a chair and drank four or five cups of hot tea before asking me, "What exactly did you encounter in the cemetery?"

I told him everything I saw.

After hearing that, my uncle pulled up my pants and looked at the palm print on my leg. His expression became even more unsightly.

I asked my clan uncle, "Did I get entangled by something from the Golden Toad Temple?"

The uncle nodded.

I asked, "Any answers?"

The reaction of the clan uncle was very strange. His expression was a bit awkward and a bit conflicted. After a long while, he finally bit his teeth and nodded. "There is a solution."

I asked uneasily, "How?"

The clan uncle did not answer me, but said something unrelated instead, "I saw your foster-grandpa."

I stared. "What do you mean?"

The clan uncle sat on the chair and stared at the ceiling for a while before slowly saying, "Your foster-grandpa asked me to lie on the spirit bed."

I was so nervous that I didn't dare to breathe out. I held my breath as I waited for him to speak.

According to my clan uncle, after I carried the Regeneration onto the mountain, he went back to my home with Hu Dali. They and the village chief are guarding my foster-grandpa.

When he came out, he saw foster-grandpa waiting outside for him.

The clan uncle was both surprised and happy as he asked, "You're okay? Is the burial good enough? "

foster-grandpa did not speak, with a thump, he kneeled on the ground.

The clan uncle was shocked. He extended his hand to pull foster-grandpa up, but he missed. foster-grandpa was like a shadow, he could not grab onto anything.

When he turned back again, the foster-grandpa was already gone. Soon after, the sound of sobbing came from inside the house, and Hu Dali's loud shout came from the outside, "Hu Chujiu, your foster-grandpa is dead, there's no need to bury him, quickly come back."

His heart was in a mess, he anxiously walked into the house and saw foster-grandpa lying on the bed, his eyes already closed.

Just then, someone tugged at the corner of his clothes. Clan Uncle turned around and saw foster-grandpa kneeling behind him.

The clan uncle was so scared that his legs went limp, and he immediately moved out of the way.

foster-grandpa just raised his head and looked at him with teary eyes.

The clan uncle trembled and said, "Fifth Uncle, we... We are all relatives. When you were alive, I did not forget to show you respect, so don't pester me. "

foster-grandpa knelt on the ground and kowtowed heavily.

The uncle collapsed onto the ground, crying as he said, "Fifth Uncle, don't be like this. I'm scared, I'm scared of death."

At that moment, he clearly felt that his heart had stopped beating, and his body had turned cold as well. His entire person was no different from a dead person.

He lay on the spiritual bed for a long time, surrounded by people who couldn't see him. Then he heard me come back, heard me open the coffin. Hearing me say, "If you didn't care, you would have died twenty years ago."

The clan uncle's heart suddenly softened as he muttered to himself, "So this is what death is like. That's all."

With this thought, his fingers suddenly moved, and he knocked on the bed. and I discovered it.

The clan uncle laughed bitterly, "I don't know if I'm dreaming, or if I actually saw it. It doesn't matter if it's true or not, since there's been a lot of weird things happening tonight. "

I was even more confused: "My foster-grandpa has no enmity with you, why would we let you lie on a spiritual bed for no reason? "Also, he's older than you, why would he kneel to you?"

The clan uncle became silent. He rubbed his wrist back and forth, and after a long while, he finally said: "Your foster-grandpa wants me to save you."

I asked in surprise, "Uncle, you can save me?"