Looking at the dilapidated grave in front of him, Russell dug with a shovel and dug out a coffin directly from it.
I don't know if it's to prevent corpses from turning into corpses, or to avoid something unlucky.
The coffin was nailed tightly, and the nails were very long and densely packed.
Russell frowned when he saw this, and he suddenly felt that this matter was not that simple.
This doesn't seem to be as simple as a matchmaking.
Will poor people get married
Russell pinched his fingers, looked at the things on the ground at the grave, and immediately narrowed his eyes.
If I'm not mistaken, this seems to be another person similar to Ren Fa, who wants to change his fortune, get promoted, get rich, and live a wealthy life by burying corpses.
Because they couldn't find a feng shui site, and as if afraid that one corpse would not be enough, they went out and bought another one to enhance the effect.
This is the legendary Yin-Yang burial, where Yin and Yang are buried together, bringing blessings and luck to the family!
This is not a Feng Shui technique that is difficult to implement. Almost all older people have heard of it to some extent, or their ancestors have seen such a thing.
These days, if you don’t work hard on your own and still want to rely on the dead…
Russell shook his head, pushed with a shovel, and opened the coffin lid.
Under the moonlight, two dead people dressed in funeral clothes were lying there quietly, and a strange smell suddenly wafted out.
It stinks.
Russell skillfully blocked his nostrils with his magic power, looked carefully, and soon found something abnormal on the man's body.
Wisps of black gas continued to emerge from his body, and faintly, the sound of a child crying could be heard.
"interesting."
Russell's eyes twitched, and he glanced again. Looking at the injuries on the man's bones, he roughly understood the reason for the incident.
This person is most likely an evil cultivator, and seems to have some relationship with the man surnamed Pan, but no one knows what the relationship is.
This evil cultivator probably raised a ghost during his lifetime, and it was a very powerful ghost. He was attacked by the ghost and died, but the ghost was trapped in his body and could not escape.
Perhaps because of the sudden death, a generation of evil cultivator died, and his body was stolen and transported to this small village.
The man surnamed Pan probably coveted the ghost in the evil cultivator's body, and came here specifically to take the ghost away.
You know, a ghost that can be tamed, cultivated and controlled is a great treasure!
What the hell is this ghost
As Russell was watching, a small paw stretched out from the coffin, followed by a small head, which turned out to be a little ghost.
The little ghost was holding a human head in his hand. It seemed that Russell's arrival accidentally released the little ghost.
And that head belonged to that evil cultivator.
As we all know, evil ghosts are capable of cheating, defrauding, and robbing. Only the ghosts at special times are more powerful.
well!
He is such an unlucky little devil, I should just take him away and send him to reincarnation.
I hope I won’t be so unlucky in my next life and can live longer.
Russell was just about to take the gourd and say to the little ghost, "Come in, monsters!", but the little ghost suddenly raised his head, stared at Russell and smiled.
"Uncle, let's play a game together, kick the ball."
As he spoke, the little ghost picked up the rotten evil cultivator's head.
"OK!"
Russell had no expression on his face. He used a shovel to hit the kid so hard that he was scared to death. "Play with your ball!"
He suddenly realized that there was a reason why some people were unlucky.
I'm so young, and you actually call me uncle, huh!
Russell curled his lips, kicked the coffin back into the pit, threw two shovels of dirt, and like a good man, buried the body again.
At this moment, dense and orderly footsteps were heard in the distance, and Russell's face was full of excitement.
Boss!
The big boss behind the scenes is finally here!
He was so excited!
"Ah! Who is it? Who did it? Who did it?"
Before the person arrived, the roar was heard immediately. The ghostly and eerie voice made Russell rub his hands excitedly.
He must be a powerful evil cultivator. Looking at his aura and arrogant attitude, he is definitely a boss-level cultivator.
“Boom!”
With a muffled sound, more than a dozen figures fell from the sky, and on their shoulders, there was another person sitting cross-legged.
The man was in his middle age, wearing a Taoist robe, with a greasy face and gloomy eyes. He looked at Russell with an unfriendly expression.
He was holding a bell in his right hand and he just shook it lightly, and the figures under his feet moved in unison.
This scene looked very familiar. For a moment, Russell almost thought it was Master Simu who came running over.
He took a quick look and saw that there were exactly thirteen figures, no more and no less.
The moonlight was weak and there were no shadows on the ground. These were not zombies but thirteen ghosts.
Fight ghosts
Russell suddenly realized, no wonder, no wonder, no wonder he came to this village, it turned out to be a match for his major.
"You damned brat! How dare you let the ghost child I worked so hard to find escape and ruin my plans!"
The evil cultivator looked at Russell fiercely, then sized him up, and suddenly burst into joy, "Your spirit is so powerful, kneel down and beg for death. I will definitely refine you into a new ghost child today!"
Russell: …
How did this guy become blind
How could he see that I was a normal person.
Russell was depressed. Although he was not wearing a Taoist robe and did not reveal his aura, his appearance could definitely be called that of an immortal, and was extraordinary.
When he lowered his head, he saw a shovel covered in mud beside him.
…
"Boy, give me your life!"
"I will train you into a zombie, take some sky lanterns from your head, and train your soul into a ghost child, so that you can become your grandfather's crotch boy!"
The evil cultivator roared, a bell rang, and he controlled the ghost soldiers, floating towards Russell like a ghost.
Train me to be your boy
Russell couldn't believe his ears. He instantly became furious and shoveled directly. Endless lightning flashed and whistled down with a violent wind.
The wind brought violent thunder and lightning, which immediately scared the evil cultivator to death. Before he could react, he saw his own ghost, and it was beaten to death.
It's just like hitting a watermelon, extremely easy.
That was the ghost soldier he had refined, a ghost soldier that he had nurtured with his own blood for many years!
I feel like I have hit a wall.
Thinking of what he had just said, the evil cultivator suddenly felt grief-stricken. He slapped himself hard on the heart and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
Fight hard!
If you don’t fight hard now, you won’t survive!
He had just opened his mouth, and before he could make any hand gestures, a shovel hit him hard in the face, knocking him backwards, with his front teeth shattered to the ground.
No, it's not a martial ethics thing, let me...
“Boom!”
Another shovel, Russell stood in front of him expressionlessly.
Damn it, the big boss behind the scenes is so incompetent and arrogant, and he thought he was so cruel!
Ouch!
ps: 6130 words today.