“Oh my!”
Simu looked at Russell who was in high spirits and couldn't help but tease him, "What's wrong with you? Did you find some money when you went out?"
"hey-hey."
Russell smiled without saying anything. This felt much better than picking up money. He got a lot of good things for free.
They were all some weird underworld stuff. He didn't touch the good deeds of those evil spirits. After all, it wasn't easy for them either.
Even if you work as a traitor for a year and travel all over the country, you may not be able to earn 100 points, but at least it is stable now and there is no life limit.
Russell extorted some things from the underworld, all of which were worthless to the underworld officials.
The underworld is a huge treasure house. The flowers and plants in it will become invaluable treasures due to the long-term accumulation of negative energy.
Although Russell is useless now, it doesn’t mean he won’t be useful in the future.
I really wonder what Hei Wuchang’s expression looked like when he saw the dozen or so pairs of underpants that the ghost messengers brought over
Mr. Ba, I'm sorry. I will compensate you in the future. I hope you are still alive when I become powerful.
Russell chuckled. He had heard that every certain number of years, some of the ghosts would reincarnate and live a carefree life in the human world.
Who knows, the two of them might not even meet.
"Hey, what's going on up front?"
With a puzzled look on his face, he stopped walking. It was not that he didn't want to go on, but because there was a bridge ahead.
Originally it was a city near the Yangtze River, with many people passing by and many horse-drawn carriages, so a large bridge was built in front.
There shouldn't be any traffic jam originally, but there was one today!
Russell looked around and said to Simu meaningfully, "Uncle Master, you've been unlucky lately. No matter where you go, something bad will happen."
The only response was a chuckle from Simu.
The two stood there quietly for a while. A lot of people had gathered on this side of the bridge, but no one went over. Instead, they retreated backwards.
There is a bridge to cross
Soon, the two knew the reason, and they heard a dripping sound of suona.
It turned out that there was a funeral ahead. When the funeral crossed the bridge and the dead were on their way, the living naturally had to retreat.
"That's weird." Simu raised his eyebrows and looked at the vaguely visible end of the coffin. He couldn't help but be a little surprised, "What is this coffin doing across the bridge?"
The bridge is divided into two ends. In front of Russell and his companions are the city, mountains, forests, trees, fields and villages, and behind them is an isolated island and the Yangtze River.
There are no graves on the isolated island, so why transport the coffin here
Water burial? Sinking the coffin into the river
This is very unlucky!
"It looks like something is going to happen." Russell keenly noticed something unusual, "Uncle Master, did you see the Dingqiao Sword under the bridge?"
In ancient times, building a bridge was no small project. It involved thousands of people and tens of thousands of tramples on it. If there was any mistake, people would lose their lives.
In order to make the bridge strong, the builders came up with some ideas, some evil and some righteous.
The evil method is to find a person with a very suitable zodiac sign and bury his bones in the bridge to stabilize the bridge.
This method is extremely sinister. Those who are suppressed will never be reincarnated. And sometimes, if you can't find a dead person with a suitable zodiac sign, you will find a living person.
Then it turns the living into the dead, so it is called evil practice.
The correct method is to use the best iron to forge an iron sword, brew it with secret methods, gather the wishes of all living beings, and after a period of offerings, it can stabilize the bridge.
Use the correct method or the evil method
This depends entirely on luck. If it is a peaceful time with a clear political situation, offering a sword is not a problem.
If there is a war and you encounter corrupt officials, haha, the life of a lowly person is worth only a few cents, but forging a Dingqiao sword costs several taels!
"Misfortune, misfortune!"
After Russell's reminder, Simu also noticed something unusual. He saw that the Dingqiao sword that was originally hanging under the bridge was swaying without wind.
It's obvious that something unlucky has happened, and it's very unlucky.
Soon, Simu understood why. He saw a group of people on the bridge playing suona, beating gongs and drums, and throwing paper money in front, while the coffin behind them slowly passed through the middle of the arch bridge.
But before they stopped, another coffin came next.
Two coffins were taken out together, and Simu's eyes narrowed. Even people from the same hometown and village would not do this, unless they were from the same family.
Two lives were lost at once.
Before he could be surprised, a second coffin passed over the arch bridge, followed by another coffin, and then another.
Four coffins were taken out at the same time. This...
Simu's brows were tightly locked, this seemed like the whole family was going to be wiped out.
The people on the bridge watched silently, without any abnormality, as if they had expected this incident.
"You deserve it. You didn't listen to the old man and now someone is dying in front of you!"
An old man nearby couldn't help but mutter something, looking a little indignant, as if he knew something.
Russell raised his eyebrows, flicked his fingers, and a copper coin fell into Simu's hand. Simu understood, "What's going on? Four coffins appeared at once. I'm a little nervous."
As he said that, he stuffed the copper coin into the old man's hand. The old man also laughed. He was just watching the fun. How could money fall from the sky
He took the copper coin without hesitation, put the hoe on his shoulder on the ground, and started chatting with Simu.
"This is the head of my village. He has three sons and is very powerful. He is usually very arrogant in the village."
"It's not that my sons are all grown up now, they make a lot of noise at home, they fight from time to time, it's very noisy."
"The village chief was also annoyed, so he planned to level his own land, build seven or eight tiled houses, and divide them among his three sons."
"hey-hey!"
The old man sneered, "Guess what happened next?"
"What's the matter?" Simu stuffed another copper coin into the old man's hand.
The old man smiled even more happily, and without further ado, he said directly, "When the village chief was digging the foundation in the village, he actually dug up five coffins. It is said that the sky changed at that time, scaring away a bunch of birds."
Russell narrowed his eyes when he heard this. This scene was very familiar to Old Master Ren!
"No one knew about this at the time. The village chief was so obsessed that he broke the coffin into pieces in order to build a house, and took it home to burn it as firewood!"
The old man was quite gloating. "Here comes retribution. Four of his five family members died in three days, and one ran away in fear. I guess he is most likely dead."
“The kind where even the body can’t be found!”
Simu's heart tightened and he exchanged glances with Russell, and he felt that something was not normal.
To be honest, if a family loses a son and does not marry into the family, nine out of ten times within a few decades, the grave will become desolate and the coffin will be burned as firewood.
As for the dry bones, if someone is kind-hearted, they will find a place to bury them. If someone is in a bad mood, they will just throw them on the wasteland to bask in the sun and moon.
This is a common occurrence in rural areas and is not particularly strange.
But this kind of situation, where five coffins were dug out at once and four people in a family of five died within three days, was the first time Simu had seen such a brutal crime.
He looked at Russell, "Little nephew, what do you think?"
"There must be something fishy about this matter. If I'm not mistaken, it should be the Five Coffin Lotus Formation."
"What? Five Coffin Lotus Formation!"
Simu cried out in fear. The Five Coffin Lotus Formation was a suppression formation. No matter what it suppressed, it would bring disaster.
He had just screamed when a louder sound came from the distance. It was like a wailing sound, followed by a rumbling sound.
Everyone looked up and found that the sound was coming from the arch bridge where the coffin was moving. The rumbling sound was heard in front of everyone's stunned eyes.
The stone arch bridge that had stood for hundreds of years was breaking apart inch by inch in full view of everyone.
The bridge collapsed, and the people carrying the coffin were so frightened that they dropped the pillars on their shoulders and ran away in all directions, wishing their parents had given them two more legs.
It seemed as if the bridge had a spirit. Just after everyone got off the bridge, the arch bridge seemed to be unable to bear the weight anymore. A large area of it fell down, and the coffins on it fell down one by one.
It was strangely suspended above the river surface, swirling along the river, forming a half-broken lotus.
Everyone felt a chill down their spines and looked at each other, unable to say a word.