“Squeak!”
With the help of several young and strong men, the heavy coffin lid was pushed open.
The people in the hall were interesting. They were crying so hard just now, but now they didn't even dare to breathe.
They seemed to be afraid of something, and their eyes were evasive.
Uncle Jiu took a step forward, and after just one look, he couldn't help but frown.
Inside the coffin, there was an old man wearing shrouds, looking pale and weak, lying there. A faint foul smell could be smelled.
This was actually very normal, but the weird thing was that next to the old man, there was a man lying quietly!
The man had been dead for a long time, his eyes were wide open, and his face was filled with fear and pain, as if he had seen something horrible before he died.
Si Mu also moved forward, took a quick look, then looked at Uncle Jiu again and slowly shook his head.
Uncle Jiu understood.
Russell was very depressed at this time because he found that his legs were too short. Even if he stood on tiptoe, he could not see what was inside the coffin.
He was too embarrassed to use his hands to dig it open. It was a coffin. He could get promoted and make a fortune, but he couldn't dig into someone else's house.
Russell looked at the big red coffin in front of him and secretly decided to prepare a better one for Uncle Jiu.
If one is not enough, then make two. Make an outer coffin, with Uncle Jiu lying inside. Make the outer coffin a bigger one, and put the two zombies inside.
Scare those random archaeologists to death!
Uncle Jiu also noticed Russell who was thinking seriously, and he couldn't help feeling gratified. This apprentice was much better than Wencai and Qiu Sheng.
Learn to think seriously.
He leaned over and held Russell in his arms, allowing Russell to see clearly what was inside the coffin.
Seeing that Russell was so serious and not pretending to be asleep like usual, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but teach him again.
“People are divided into good and bad, corpses are divided into zombies and dead bodies. People become bad because they don’t fight for their dignity.
The corpse turned into a zombie because it had one more breath!"
Uncle Jiu pointed at the coffin and asked, "Can you see anything?"
Russell tilted his head, blinked his eyes, and instantly his Dharma eyes opened. This time, he could see more clearly.
I saw a thick black gas surrounding the big red coffin. The residual soul of a man was roaring there, but he could not leave the coffin.
This is clearly a sign of sudden death!
Russell was a little confused. He looked around but didn't see any other ghosts.
What's going on
As if Uncle Jiu had anticipated Russell's reaction, he reminded him, "Zombies are not in the Three Realms, they are out of the Five Elements, and they have no souls."
No soul
Russell suddenly realized that it was no wonder that he couldn't find the soul of the dead old man.
"Look at this old man, is he a zombie?"
"yes!"
Russell said without hesitation, Uncle Jiu's hint just now was so obvious, how could he get the answer wrong
"Hahaha!"
Simu, who was standing by, laughed first. "You are such a smart little monkey, but you will be fooled one day too."
"That's clearly a dead body!"
Russell was stunned. Looking at the sly smile in Uncle Jiu's eyes, he immediately realized that he had been fooled by Uncle Jiu.
Uncle Jiu snorted, "You are just too confident. I said that the corpse was a zombie because it had one more breath, but I didn't say that Mr. Li had one more breath."
"And the reason why he has no ghost is because he died of natural causes and his soul was taken away by the ghost messenger, so naturally there is no ghost."
Russell suddenly realized that what you learn from books is always superficial. Some things are not explained in books and must be accumulated bit by bit through actual experience.
For a rookie like him who has just entered the industry, this is definitely a valuable experience.
Otherwise, Russell would still be foolishly looking for the ghost of old man Li!
"Brother, have you figured out anything?" Simu asked in a low voice. He was an expert in studying zombies.
In other aspects, such as exorcism, feng shui, qi reading, drawing talismans, etc., he is not as good as Uncle Jiu.
Uncle Jiu shook his head and whispered, "There is something wrong with this matter. It doesn't seem like it was done by a zombie!"
Simu was shocked and looked down carefully. The man lying in the coffin had dilated pupils, a pale face, and all the blood in his body had been drained, as if only skin and bones were left.
Seeing this weird scene, Simu even thought it was caused by zombies.
But Uncle Jiu insisted that this was not done by zombies!
Is it a ghost
But ghosts are just evil spirits, they don’t suck blood!
"Do you two Taoist priests have any countermeasures?"
The old man who had spoken earlier came over with his walking stick and said, "The body was found last night. It was the seventh day after the death, and the person keeping vigil heard some unusual noises and became alert. He discovered that the coffin had been moved."
"I was the one keeping vigil."
Another person came over and said, "Last night it was my turn to guard his father's body. I was only out for a while, and when I came back I found that the coffin had been moved. When I looked inside, I found that there was another person inside!"
The man's wealthy face revealed a hint of fear and anger. He was afraid of attracting something unclean.
Whatever it is, it is something that ordinary people like them cannot face.
What made him angry was that this was his father's coffin. His father had just passed away a few days ago and had not yet been buried, but this mess happened.
It's so infuriating!
"Because yesterday was the seventh day after his death," the old man continued, "plus the man's death was so horrible, so I'm sorry to bother you so early in the morning, Uncle Jiu!"
"Take money from others, and help them get rid of disasters, no need to thank them!"
Uncle Jiu nodded, but before he could speak, the man spoke again, "Master, I don't know what you are going to do. My father was most afraid of fire when he was alive. Can we not cremate him?"
"You bastard!"
The old man became furious and slammed the cane in his hand heavily on the ground with a thud.
"Uncle Jiu will decide how to deal with it. Why are you butting in there? If it's not handled properly, and your family is ruined and everyone is in turmoil, are you satisfied?"
"Um?!"
The man opened his mouth. Although he was over 30, he was still a child who got scolded in front of the old man.
He stopped talking instantly and hid aside dejectedly.
"This is my good-for-nothing nephew, Li Chengqi!" the old man said with regret, "His father was very angry when he was alive. He is a piece of ashes, and he can't do anything serious. He is good at eating, drinking, whoring and gambling!"
The old man was a little angry at their lack of fighting spirit. After all, even if they were hopeless, they were still his sons and nephews.
After all, blood is thicker than water.
Li Chengqi used to be able to live a carefree life because he had a father who doted on him. But as soon as his father passed away, his eldest brother took control of the family, which naturally included the finances of the Li family.
By then, life will no longer be so carefree.
Apart from his father, who would allow a morally corrupt person who only knows how to eat, drink, gamble and spend money to appear in the family!
The old man bowed and said, "Uncle Jiu, please do not mind what I said just now. Just deal with it as you wish, whether it is cremation or burial."
"These youngsters, my words still have a certain authority!"
"I don't know what happened to my brother. He attracted some dirty things. Could it be that he couldn't swallow the anger in his mouth?"
As the old saying goes, people become wise as they age.
The old man has lived a long life, seen a lot of things, and is very tactful in handling things. This is what Uncle Jiu wants most, so there will be less distrust and gossip.
Uncle Jiu pondered for a moment and said slowly, "It's neither a ghost nor a transformed zongzi, but
Man-made disaster! "
The old man immediately felt relieved. Compared with ghosts and zombies, man-made disasters were nothing.
There are 10,000 ways for people to deal with each other!
The unknown is scary.