Russell originally planned to carry the coffin back, but he didn't expect Old Man Chen to grab his sleeve and stop him from leaving.
He had to stay and have a couple of drinks.
Look, is this human language
I am just a child. If it weren't for the delicious food on the table, Russell would have urinated in the corner.
Haha, actually Russell did it on purpose. He had heard the private whispers between Father Chen and Old Chen a long time ago.
The so-called leaving is nothing more than the ways of the world.
When someone invites you and you refuse but still attend, this is called social etiquette.
But you refused and didn't attend in the end, this is called a human relations accident.
Russell is a foodie, especially since he got on the boat and drifted on the vast Yangtze River.
Although I would go to the shore to buy from time to time, and occasionally shoot some birds and roast some game from the river, after a long time, I felt like vomiting after eating so much.
At this time, the importance of country dishes emerges. Living by the mountains and the water, the country people can make all kinds of edible and inedible things edible.
Although the taste is not very good, it is still very novel.
Russell was eating happily, while Old Man Chen was drinking some wine and getting a little tipsy. Only Old Man Chen was mumbling in his heart, obviously having something on his mind.
He was thinking about the female corpse floating in the pond in the corner of the yard. It wasn't that he had any special hobby, but that he went to look for that family today, but found the door closed.
I don’t know where that family has gone.
If it's just someone leaving, it's okay for one or two days, but if it goes on for a long time, it will be a big trouble.
If no one claims the body, it will have to be cremated, the ashes returned to Changjiang, and a chicken will be killed to bring good luck. This whole process will take another seven or eight days.
After having a good meal and a good drink, it was getting dark outside. Old Man Chen asked Russell to stay in the house for a night. Russell took one look at the coffin in the yard and agreed immediately.
The feeling of sleeping on the boat is not very good, it is really rocking back and forth. If you don’t have the skill of waist-horse unity, hehe, that feeling.
Under the moonlight, the entire small courtyard seemed exceptionally quiet, and the moonlight shone quietly on the black coffin.
It seems like something wonderful is changing.
I don’t know how much time passed.
“Boom boom boom…”
Old Chen, who was lying on the bed, woke up instantly. He raised his head and it seemed like something was knocking on the door outside.
Boom, boom, boom, it sounds particularly dull in the quiet night.
"Who is it?"
He called out in a daze, but there was no answer from outside the door, and the knocking sound continued.
Old Chen's heart skipped a beat and he sat up quietly. At his feet, Old Man Chen was sleeping soundly and snoring.
He was in a good mood this afternoon and drank two taels of wine and slept comfortably.
Dad is here, and the little Taoist priest doesn't knock on the door, so who is outside the door
Old Chen was frightened. He saw a dark shadow approaching the window silently in the moonlight. He vaguely saw a face pressed against the window.
It seemed to be watching him quietly.
Although he couldn't see clearly, Old Chen could still see the moonlight and his long black hair fluttering in the wind.
He was instantly frightened and broke out in cold sweats. This time it was confirmed that the man outside was not the young Taoist priest at all. First, he did not have such long hair, and second, he was very short.
Who is that person outside? Who is the person standing against the window staring at him
Old Chen's heart was trembling, but he didn't dare to breathe. He pretended to be asleep, but the extreme fear made his breathing become more rapid.
"Zha!"
A loud shout was heard, which frightened Old Chen so much that he trembled. It turned out to be Old Man Chen who was sleeping at the other end of the bed.
He turned over suddenly and shouted directly towards the window, making a strange syllable.
Immediately afterwards, he swung his right arm violently, and a golden light appeared in his hand. The golden light shot out and hit the window accurately.
A strange cry was heard, and Old Chen could see clearly that it was a pale and swollen face, with dark eyes staring at him.
He was trembling all over and was about to cover his head with a quilt, as if only in this way could the ghost not get in.
"Get out of here now, what are you afraid of?"
Old Man Chen shouted loudly, jumped out of bed, picked up the kitchen knife on the bedside, held the lamp in his left hand, and rushed out of the room in a hurry.
His father had already rushed into the matter, so how could he, as a son, just sit there and do nothing? What if something went wrong
Old Chen became anxious and jumped up from the bed. He looked around, gritted his teeth, picked up a bench, and went out.
It was late at night and the autumn night was very cold. Old Chen was wearing only a single layer of clothing and was shivering with cold.
To put it bluntly, the old house now is like a tomb, gloomy and cold.
The two rushed out of the room one after the other, but there was nothing outside the door, not to mention the ghost they had just seen. The pale face seemed like an illusion.
Under the moonlight, the yard seemed empty, desolate and eerily quiet.
Old Man Chen held a kitchen knife tightly in his hand and came to the window with a kerosene lamp. A copper coin was embedded in the window.
The copper coin emitting golden light seemed to remind the two people all the time that what happened just now was not an illusion or a nightmare.
"What a treasure!"
There was a strange look in Old Man Chen's eyes, and he held the copper coin tightly in his right hand. This small thing gave him a great sense of security.
Old Chen looked around vigilantly, and even looked up worriedly, fearing that something might jump out from somewhere.
He approached Old Man Chen cautiously and asked tremblingly, "Old Man, what should we do?"
But unexpectedly, Father Chen glared at him fiercely, looking at him with a look of disappointment, "How could I have such a cowardly son like you?"
Isn't he just a ghost? There are so many of them in the Yangtze River, but he has never been scared. With such courage, why would he become a corpse retriever
The kitchen knife in Old Man Chen's hand emitted a cold light under the moonlight. The knife carried an evil spirit that could be used to defend against both people and ghosts.
When living in the countryside, especially if you live alone, it is best to put something at the head of your bed.
He frowned, and suddenly seemed to remember something, and turned to look at Old Chen, "You son of a bitch, haven't you sent away the female corpse you fished out during the day?"
"No, no..."
Old Chen also gradually came to his senses, and they both looked at the pond in the corner of the yard. The green ripples were as calm as a mirror, and no dark shadows could be seen.
They couldn't help but feel a chill down their spine because the female corpse was gone!
Pretending to be dead!
A terrible thought was born in their minds. The two opened their mouths and subconsciously wanted to speak to vent the fear in their hearts.
But to their horror, even though their mouths were open, no words came out of their throats, as if something was blocking them.
My body is stiff, and when I try to move my limbs, they don't respond at all. It's that weird feeling.
The two of them couldn't help but think of another word: sleep paralysis!
The wind was blowing coldly and the yard was eerily quiet. A black shadow silently descended from the sky and landed on the ground, causing despair to appear on the faces of Old Man Chen and Old Man Chen.
"Go back to your room and go to bed. There's nothing to worry about."
A gentle voice was heard, and the two people instantly returned to normal. They turned their heads sharply and saw Russell standing there, with something under his feet
"Go in and sleep. Nothing will happen after tonight."
Russell said again, Old Man Chen was the first to realize that today is different from the past, and today there is a little god living in the yard.
There's no need to be afraid of ghosts or zombies.
Seeing that Russell was urging them, as if there was something he didn't want them to know, Old Man Chen understood and immediately pulled Old Chen back to the room.
I climbed onto the bed tremblingly. With the quilt around me, my body immediately felt much warmer. However, there was a hole in the window, so the wind made some whistling noises.
The two of them remained silent, with doubts buried in their hearts. Although it was already late at night, the time when they were feeling sleepy and fast asleep, the fright just now had scared away all their sleepiness.
Old Man Chen and Old Man Chen stared at the roof, quietly enduring the moment when the day dawned and the roosters crowed. It seemed that only in this way could they hide the fear in their hearts.
In the yard, Russell looked at the female corpse squirming under his feet and couldn't help but frown. This thing was not a ghost or a zombie, it was very weird.
He raised his right hand, and with a thought, the sand and stones on the ground began to roll, slowly sinking and embedding the female corpse inside.
Then, Russell walked straight to the coffin. The coffin made of ebony was still quietly placed in the middle of the yard.
The iron chains above were still wrapped around it, with the moonlight shining on it, and there was nothing strange about it.
Russell walked around the coffin several times and suddenly found something unusual. A small hole had appeared at the bottom of the sealed coffin.
He squatted down and touched it gently, back and forth, as if it were some kind of mechanism, like a small box to hold something.
A small box for stuff
Russell seemed to be thinking about something. He slowly raised his hand, and the struggling female corpse fell in front of him. He twisted and clenched his right fingers, and the female corpse made a creaking sound.
After a while, as Russell watched, a long worm crawled out of the lady's mouth.
It is thin and long, very strange, with a huge golden mask with a single eye in the middle. There is an eyeball-like thing spinning around, and the mouth of the mask is shaped like a tiger's mouth.
As if sensing the danger, the insect arched its body, opened its mouth, and stared at Russell.
Under the moonlight, the big mouth of the basin looked like a gate to hell, with flesh-colored membrane revealing inside.
The mouth opens and closes not like the up and down movement of palatine animals, but spreads out to the sides, becoming a square, and the fangs inside can be vaguely seen.
It has an extremely thick shell on the outside, and underneath it are countless constantly moving palates, which makes it look really ferocious.
This familiar look startled Russell. He turned his head to look at the eyeball pattern on the coffin and couldn't help but twitch in his heart.
He said why it looked so familiar, isn’t this the thing from the Jingjue Ancient City
From the Western Regions to the Yangtze River, it’s no wonder that he didn’t see it at first glance.
Russell slowly looked at the insect in his hand, then looked up at the coffin in front of him, and couldn't help but smile.
“Things are really getting more and more interesting.”
There is this insect that can control the corpse, and it seems to be guarding the coffin.
If we say that this coffin is ordinary and there is nothing strange about it, wouldn't that be an attempt to cover up one's own faults
Russell slowly opened the coffin lid. Under the moonlight, the corpse in the coffin was sleeping extremely peacefully, as if it was really a corpse.
He looked for a long time, and there was nothing unusual about the yellow talisman and the Seven Star Sword, and the expression of the corpse did not change at all.
only…
Russell looked at the faint traces of water under the corpse and almost laughed out loud. Can a corpse sweat
He thought about it, then slowly closed the coffin lid. The corpse slowly opened its eyes, looking as if it had lost all desire to live.
Help!