Wencai cursed a few words and suddenly realized that something was wrong.
The coffin is still lying in front of him!
Isn't this just speaking ill of others in front of them
Oh, that’s not right. Isn’t this saying bad things about a ghost in front of it
Wencai suddenly felt a chill on his back and shrank his neck. He felt as if a pair of eyes were staring at him secretly.
Terrified and panicked.
He took three incense sticks from the side and slowly handed them to his junior fellow apprentice.
Russell rolled his eyes. It was really interesting. Uncle Jiu's apprentice was afraid of ghosts. If Uncle Jiu knew about this, he would probably be mad for the whole day.
Looking at Wencai's panicked eyes, Russell sighed helplessly, stretched out his little hand, and pinched the three incense sticks.
The incense is burning.
Wencai smiled happily.
Three incense sticks were firmly inserted in front of Zhang San's coffin.
He thought everything was fine, but when Wencai took a closer look, he discovered that of the three incense sticks, two were burning very fast, and one was burning very slowly.
Two short and one long!!!
Wencai's face turned pale, his legs couldn't help but tremble, and he stammered, "Junior brother, is there that on it?"
That naturally refers to ghosts, and you can't say it directly.
Wencai knew that Russell had opened his magical eyes. Looking at the strange fragrance in front of him, he had some guesses in his mind, but he couldn't see it, which made him even more panicked.
Russell looked at the three incense sticks with a strange expression, and nodded seriously, "Yes!"
He was not lying. One was a water ghost and the other was a theatrical ghost. The two ghosts each held a stick of incense. Their heads were almost bumping into each other, but they were still inhaling desperately, their faces looking intoxicated.
Uncle Jiu’s fragrance, is there anything else to say
Wencai’s eyes widened and he almost fainted.
"Brother, what do you have to be afraid of? Aren't I here with you?"
Wencai was shocked, but after thinking about it, he suddenly realized, "Yes, with my junior brother here, what is there to be afraid of?"
He also has a backstage.
Russell waved his hand and winked, and the water ghost raised its head reluctantly. The playful ghost showed a look of delight and took a big sip of the incense in the middle.
After a while, the three incense sticks were the same length.
"Brother, look, isn't the incense just as long now?"
Wencai looked over and was surprised to find that the three incense sticks were really the same length.
Junior brother is awesome!
He felt a little strange in his heart, but he couldn't explain the feeling. What was so strange about it
"cough!"
Russell coughed dryly, diverting Wencai's attention. "Brother, please continue talking about Zhang San. How is that lawless lunatic?"
Wencai turned around and didn't notice the strange changes in the three incense sticks in front of the three coffins behind him.
Sometimes there are two short and one long, sometimes one short, one medium and one long, and sometimes one short and two long.
No matter how you look at it, this is not the incense burned by a normal person. If it were an ordinary person, he might have been scared and suffered psychological trauma.
"Speaking of that outlaw!" Wencai muttered. For some reason, he always felt that the name Zhang San was particularly suitable for the outlaw, and it was particularly smooth to pronounce.
I don’t know why junior brother called Zhang San a lawless madman. Isn’t he lying in a coffin
Is there another Zhang San
"That lawless lunatic ran away with a lot of money and antiques. Hey, Junior Brother, count on your fingers again, what happened next?"
What's up
In a coffin, of course.
Russell was speechless. How come he didn't realize that his senior brother was like a storyteller who liked to stop updating at the critical moment
He pinched his fingers and pretended to count 1234, "I got it!"
"What did you calculate?"
"Zhang San will play chess with you tonight!"
Wencai shuddered, "No way, I don't want to do this. If the daughter of Zhou Gong wants to play chess with me, it's ok, Zhang San?"
He shook his head violently, "No, no, I saw the tragic way he died, it was a little too creepy."
Russell snorted, "Brother, if you keep me in suspense, be careful that I can't control myself. Zhang San will climb onto your bed in the middle of the night and talk to you about your dreams."
"I also heard from my master that the three men fled at noon and died tragically on a deserted mountain trail in the afternoon. They were seen by a hunter who went up the mountain and reported it to the authorities in a hurry."
Wencai said in a low voice, "Nine out of ten times, he met a gang of bad guys, all his money was robbed, and he was nailed to a tree!"
He sighed, "What a huge hatred this is!"
Nailing people's limbs to trees is to prevent them from becoming ghosts and seeking revenge on them.
Russell was also a little surprised. Murder and robbery were indeed common, but to do it to this extent was not so simple.
"The master said at the time that enemies often meet on narrow roads. I didn't understand what he meant. I guess he was an acquaintance."
Enemies meet on a narrow road
Russell had a strange look on his face. He remembered that he saw the middle-aged rich man, his servant, and the young man yesterday, exactly three people.
When he looked up again, the four coffins in front of him, except Zhang Saner's, just matched each other.
It is understandable that the body is nameless and no one is there to collect it.
It was obvious that these three people came from other places to commit fraud. As outsiders, they naturally had no one to rely on in their hometown and no acquaintances, so how could they have relatives to collect the bodies
They were thinking of making a quick buck and running away, so they went to the county town after defrauding the money. However, they never expected that Zhang San, who had been defrauded of the money, had the same idea, and he took the shopkeeper's money and also went to the county town.
As luck would have it, the two sides met each other.
Isn’t this what they call enemies running into each other in a narrow road
"Zhang San died tragically. When he was found, all the blood had been drained from his body, leaving only skin and bones."
Wencai said in a horrified tone, "The villagers who watched said that the tree that had been hanged had become a spirit and sucked all his blood."
"It's strange to say, all the things on Zhang San's body were looted, and the government officials placed the body in the morgue. Junior brother, guess what happened?"
"Oh, this Zhang San's coffin lid can't hold it down anymore."
Russell let out a strange cry, and Wencai suddenly felt a chill on his neck. He turned around suddenly and saw that Zhang San's coffin was intact, but there was a face with its tongue sticking out on his shoulder.
Wencai showed a smile that was uglier than crying, "Junior brother, can you take this back? Isn't it okay for me to talk about it?"
"Humph, this is called online urging for updates. Don't be like those eunuchs who stop updating at the critical moment. It really makes people lose their appetite!"
Russell waved his hand, and the two ghosts on Wencai's shoulders turned into pieces of paper and flew back into Russell's hand.
After being frightened, Wencai became much more obedient and stopped imitating the storyteller's fragments. "The guards in the morgue found that Zhang San's body had escaped in the middle of the night. They thought it was a zongzi, so they invited a master to come overnight."
"As a result, in the middle of the night, Zhang San's body returned, but with an extra piece of jade in his hand."
"The master said that Zhang San went to take what belonged to him. This is called returning the property to its original owner."
"The next morning, there were three more bodies at the city gate: a middle-aged man and two young men."
"What a miserable death!"
What a great way to return the item to its original owner!
It's really interesting that a piece of fake jade led to the death of four people.