After Xuan Cheng got rid of the corpse poison, the remaining six actors carried the coffin on the road that night.
More than three days have passed in the horror movie.
Daoist Xuancheng seemed a little anxious: "My employer ordered me to deliver the coffin to his house before August 15th, and now I've been delayed for a day at the inn, and there are only three days left before the deadline. you guys."
As soon as Xuan Cheng finished speaking, the actors' cell phones rang one after another—
[The progress of the plot has been updated, the coffin will be delivered to the employer's home within three days, and the time will elapse at 5.0 times the speed of delivery. ]
Everyone nodded and breathed a sigh of relief. At 5.0 times the speed, it would not be too tiring to travel day and night.
Xie Chi's focus was not on the speed, just before it was his turn to carry the coffin, he walked to Daoist Xuancheng's side and asked unintentionally, "Master, if it is delivered on August 15th, the employer will give it all before and after. How many days are you?"
The Taoist Xuancheng said, "The total is nine days. We rushed to Mianshan and spent three days. We walked slowly back carrying the coffin, and we were delayed because of the inn. It's really worrying, we need to hurry up."
Xie Chi nodded.
Daoist Xuancheng has always been rigid, but he is not a cold-blooded and ruthless person. He remembered that Xie Chi was the first disciple who found tooth powder for him, and he also had a preference for him. Now when Xie Chi asked, he also fell with Xie Chi. Difficulty arises:
"The employer was born in Xuanhe, you and I can't afford to offend, otherwise we would not have suffered such heavy casualties, and we must insist on transporting the coffin. If this is an ordinary commission, the corpse has changed, and it is still such a powerful zombie. We burn it on our own to prevent it from harming people. Even if people blame them in the end, we can afford it, but this employer, if we burn the zombies, we are afraid that we will lose our lives, alas."
"I have never seen such a harsh one. It must be nine days, but the employer has emphasized several times that it must be delivered within nine days. It is estimated that it cannot be delivered, and we have to stay there." Xuan Cheng looked back at the coffin carrying the coffin. The team urged again.
It is estimated that it was because he was about to arrive at Huaiwa Town, and Xuan Cheng began to shake his employer's identity information.
Xie Chi thought thoughtfully and asked, "Can the employer say why it must be nine days?"
Daoist Xuancheng shook his head: "No, the employer said that the tomb will be moved, and it is estimated that it will be an auspicious day for practice or re-burial after nine days."
Xie Chi nodded, and didn't quite believe this statement, but Xuancheng didn't need to hide it from him, I guess he really didn't know.
It is a nine-day period, and the deadline is emphasized many times. What is the purpose? Logically speaking, you can move the tomb at any time. After this auspicious day, wait a few days for the next auspicious day.
This emphasis on the deadline also shows that if they are overdue, it will have a huge impact on Mrs. Zhao, and this deadline is very important.
Taoist Xuancheng looked at Xie Chi more and more pleasing to the eye, and said with a wry smile: "Following as a teacher is also a pain for you, as a teacher is not good at learning skills, you are far worse than your Master Lianxi, you are my immortal. The only direct disciple of his master, who knows everything, is proficient in Qimen Dunjia, even the technique of borrowing the law..."
Daoist Xuancheng suddenly stopped, with a look of taboo, secretly blaming himself for being too talkative.
Xie Chi still heard clearly: "The technique of borrowing the law?"
Xuancheng avoided talking about it, and sighed: "I really didn't expect Zhou Tong to be so sinister, it was a mistake to accept him in the first place, and it almost hurt you. …”
Xie Chi: "..." This person's method of changing the subject is not clever at all.
Xie Chi felt that there was an obvious butterfly effect in horror movies. If he hadn't been selected by Taoist Xuancheng to catch pheasants because of his luck buff, he would have never met Taoist Lianxi, and he would have never met Taoist Lianxi. There will be no refined gossip and information about the land of the four yin.
If he hadn't met Daoist Lianxi, Daoist Xuancheng would not have mentioned Daoist Lianxi's "dharma-borrowing technique" to him.
Therefore, information and information will be linked to each other, and there is an obvious snowball trend.
After chatting a few more words, Xie Chi returned to the team after making sure that there was nothing to ask.
…
Two nights later, everyone arrived at Huaiwa Town, where the employer was.
Huai'ao Town is unexpectedly prosperous. The lanterns on the main road are shining brightly, the houses on both sides are simple and elegant, and there are sometimes carved and painted buildings. The people in the town are more neatly dressed, and they are less yellow and skinny. There are small bridges and flowing water in the distance. Frogs croak in the farmland, it seems to be a rich and comfortable town.
With the help of 5.0 times the speed, everyone is still tired. Xie Chi has Xie Xinglan working on his behalf. He is in good spirits and tired.
The deadline for handing over the coffin is 12 o'clock tomorrow night. They traveled day and night, and they arrived a day earlier. They had plenty of time. Daoist Xuancheng's stern face finally eased. It happened that they passed a noodle stall, Xuancheng said. After thinking about it for a long time, he simply said, "Stop the coffin!"
He turned around and said to everyone, "There's still more than an hour to go. It's not too late for us to take a break and eat a bowl of noodles."
The townspeople were not surprised by their group's appearance. They knew what was in the copper-horned golden coffin, but they did not avoid it. Instead, they all smiled at them, expressing their kindness to this profession.
In fact, each of them has seen zombies or people in corpses more or less. After all, how many people have really died in good health, and there are not a few people who died of suffocation, anger, and suffocation. It is worthy of respect for Taoist priests to solve these matters for them.
Everyone put down the coffin, and Taoist Xuancheng went to the stall to order noodles. Everyone sat down and waited, but they heard the whispering at the next table:
"It's been a few days since the Zhao family's wife Xianggong died?"
"Yeah, tomorrow night will be the first seven at the fourth watch. Her family has made a soul banner and has prepared a lot of paper money."
Xie Chi's face changed slightly. The employer ordered them to hand in the coffins before twelve o'clock tomorrow night, and at the fourth watch of tomorrow night, that is, from one to three in the morning.
There is still going on: "After all these years, the Zhao family's son still can't stand it, pity his woman, widowed at a young age..."
"yes."
"Her woman is a living Bodhisattva, and such a good and kind person, how could this happen? It's too miserable."
"Yeah, Zhao's son was also the most gentle and gentle person before his death. He spoke slowly, like a teacher, alas, it's really fate!"
"In the past two years of famine, I also received relief from his family. If it weren't for them, I might not be where I am today. I've never seen someone who is rich but not bullying!"
Yan Jing whispered: "Brother, this woman sounds pitiful, alas."
Xie Chi was silent, and thoughtfully, the Zhao family was suddenly mentioned at this time, which was worth thinking about.
"I don't want to talk about their family anymore. My ears are full of calluses. I heard that the youngest son of the fish seller also disappeared yesterday?"
"Yeah! He said he went to the school, but he didn't come back at night. His parents were so anxious that they couldn't find it until now!"
"What's the matter? Several children have been missing in the past two months. The officials also reported it, and they searched for it. There is no whereabouts at all..."
"No! It's so bad that I don't dare to let Ergou go to school now, so I just lock it at home and don't let the door open."
"You are so good! Safety, don't be afraid of 10,000, just in case, this is not because someone steals the child and sells it... "
Yan Jing pulled Xie Chi and whispered, "Brother, does the disappearance of the child have anything to do with the main story?"
Xie Chi was silent.
After Xuan Cheng paid the money, he came over and said to everyone with a look of regret: "I just heard from the stall owner that her employer, her husband, passed away."
Xie Chi said in his heart, sure enough.
The women who are talking about the stalls are the ones who hired them to carry the coffins.
Movies are different from TV series. Every sentence in the movie is basically meaningful and will not reveal useless information, especially suspense and horror.
Bad films will talk about things that have nothing to do with the main line and fool the audience for a long time. The quality of "Zombie Lover" is not concealed, and there is a high probability that it will not.
So when these people talk about the Zhao family, the Zhao family is mostly related to the main line.
When the cannon fodder thought that they were going to the house of the dead employer in an hour, his face instantly turned pale.
Xuan Cheng sat down, sighed, and said, "The world is also impermanent, the female employer, her husband, has been suffering from tuberculosis for many years, and Shi Jiu was hired to his house a few days ago. Days, actually two days after the teacher left, that day was actually the last time for the teacher to see him..."
Xuan Cheng sighed deeply again, his expression was a little gloomy, obviously regretting the passing of a life.
Everyone looked different.
Yan Jing whispered to Xie Chi: "It's too coincidental, isn't it? When we delivered the coffin, it happened that his family died of illness. The time is so close..."
Xie Chi was thoughtful.
Coincidences in horror movies may be fate.
Although the woman Xianggong had a tuberculosis, it was such a coincidence that he died of the disease at such a time
Why did the female employer insist again and again that the coffin must be delivered within nine days
Why is the deadline so close to her first seven
What is the relationship between zombies and Zhao family women? What is the connection between the missing child and this matter
What is the real meaning of them transporting zombies
…
Insufficient information, no need to think hard, Xie Chi didn't bother to have a headache, and ate noodles quietly.
After half an hour, everyone went on the road again, all the way unimpeded, and they arrived at the door of Zhao's house around nine o'clock in the evening.
The Zhao family is the expected Xuanhe. The house occupies a very large area. On the ground in front of the red lacquered gate, there is a copper basin. Paper money is burning in the basin. The ashes of sparks are flying, and it looks a bit like a firefly on a summer night.
Standing outside, everyone could see the white soul flag hanging high in the Zhao family. The soul flag swayed slowly in the night wind. At first glance, it looked like a footless white ghost.
The door was tightly closed, and Daoist Xuancheng was about to go up and knock on the door. The door opened from the inside. When the doorman saw them, he was about to smile comfortably. He remembered that the host had just died, and immediately reined in and greeted the door. : "The news has come, and it is said that the elder is here. The little one is about to lead someone out to meet the Taoist priest and help the Taoist leader to carry the coffin. I didn't expect the Taoist priest to arrive, and I am ashamed and ashamed."
About to complete the employment, Daoist Xuancheng's pressure was relieved, and his tone was relaxed: "No problem, fortunately we caught up and did not delay the employer's time."
"Yeah," the concierge took it seriously, and sighed with a wry smile, "My young mistress has been waiting day and night. If the Taoist priest doesn't come again, she is afraid that she will call someone to look for you. , this is... grief is hard to bear, the Taoist priest has not arrived yet, she is even more anxious, she has not closed her eyes for a few days, her face is haggard, I am waiting in my eyes, anxious in my heart, but I dare not persuade Word by word…”
Yan Jing tutted: "It seems that Mrs. Zhao is very popular, even the concierge cares about her so much..."
The concierge had a keen ear, heard Yan Jing's words, looked at him, and sighed: "You don't know this little Taoist priest, my young grandma is really a bodhisattva, and she couldn't bear to trample even an ant to death. There are thousands of poor people who have lived there. A few days ago, there were many children missing in the town for some unknown reason. She heard about it. "
Xie Chi raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, is he really kind or a straw man
The more the porter said, the more gloomy his expression became. He smiled bitterly: "You said that God, why doesn't he accept the wicked, but instead accepts our young master. The two of them were so affectionate before, but now... sigh, the young mistress is also suffering..."
The porter spoke with red eyes and a choked throat.
Taoist Xuancheng had no choice but to comfort him.
Yan Jing sighed: "Listening to what he said, Mrs. Zhao is really pitiful, kind-hearted and young, and has a good relationship with her husband. Alas, she ended up being a widow..."
Xie Chi's focus was not here.
Husband is newly mourned, Mrs. Zhao still has the leisure to manage the relocation of the grave? Doesn't she love her husband very much? What is the origin of this zombie, is it worth Lady Zhao being so nervous
The concierge asked the servant to carry the coffin in. Xie Chi deliberately dawdled and fell to the end of the line. He grabbed the servant, pointed at the golden coffin with copper horns, and asked, "I take the liberty to ask, who is your young mistress in this coffin?"
The servant originally had no regard for these sloppy little Taoist priests, but when he looked up, he saw that the facial features were gentle, clean and gentle, and he immediately changed his attitude and said warmly:
"I heard that it was the father of the young mistress who died early. The young mistress had a hard life. She was abducted since she was a child, and she was able to live a good life after being bought by our young master. She has been looking for her relatives all these years, but she was able to find her own father in the past two years. ... Coffin, sigh, all she wants to do is to reunite with her relatives, but it's been separated forever. Isn't she planning to relocate her father's grave? Although the place in Mianshan is a treasure of feng shui, it is far away from us. Aozhen is too far away to solve our young grandma's pain of missing relatives, our young grandma is the most filial."
Lu Wendao: "If it's my father's words, my age is also right."
Zombies have been dead for more than 20 years. When they died, they were about 20. Mrs. Zhao estimated that it was more than 20. It was not too bad.
Yan Jing rubbed her hair, tilted her head and said, "Brother Xie, the fox spirit and the zombie are a couple, the fox spirit and the zombie have a little fox spirit son, and the zombie is the father of Mrs. Zhao, this..."
Yan Jing was also shocked: "Isn't that a story of a zombie cheating on a fox spirit and abandoning his daughter, Mrs. Zhao? It's not like Mrs. Zhao was born of a fox spirit, but Mrs. Zhao is actually a fox spirit? What a mess..."
Xie Chi was silent, and when the servant was called away, he touched Yan Jing's head: "You believe what others say."
Yan Jing stared, looked up and asked, "What do you mean?"
Lu Wen also cast a puzzled look.
Xie Chi supported Yi with one hand and said quietly: "The title of the film is "Zombie Lover". If the fox spirit is a mistress, would it be described as a 'lover'? This is a question mark. After all, zombie films are more traditional. Generally speaking I don't know how to praise the mistress; as for your second assumption, I will see Mrs. Zhao later, and I will show her whether she is a human or a demon with the gossip, and I am 90% sure it is not."
Xie Chi chuckled: "I'm more inclined, this zombie has nothing to do with the Zhao family."
Yan Jing and Lu Wen were full of disbelief.
"why?!"
Xie Chi smiled: "Ms. Zhao has been separated from her family since she was a child. The subtext is that no one knows who her parents are, doesn't she? Who does she want to recognize? Madam Zhao has been looking for relatives all these years. It's not a kiss, it's... a corpse?"
Xie Chi said: "On the surface, we are looking for living people. In fact, what we want is... corpses with signs of corpse transformation. In the name of looking for relatives, we will find suitable corpses."
Yan Jing was taken aback for a moment.
Xie Chi said: "I first assume that the zombie is really Mrs. Zhao's biological father, then the problem comes, the servant said, Mrs. Zhao found her father's coffin two years ago, with her bodhisattva heart, she would bear to let her Did Dad stay in the distant Mianshan for two years before he made up his mind to move the grave? This is a bit of a contradiction."
"Why wait two years," the smile on Xie Chi's face widened, "I have a reasonable explanation - planting trees."
Yan Jing suddenly widened his eyes.
Xie Chi said: "Director Lianxi said that when he came to Mianshan two or three years ago, he hadn't seen that piece of wood that had spoiled Feng Shui, and suddenly it appeared. Who planted it and why? Huh?"
His final voice rose slightly, with a bit of intrigue.
Yan Jing thought for a while following Xie Chi's thoughts, and her scalp felt numb for a while. Wouldn't the ghost forest be planted by Mrs. Zhao
Lu Wen also looked solemn.
Xie Chi continued: "In another way, the zombie is not her father, and it has nothing to do with Mrs. Zhao, everything makes sense."
"Assuming that Mrs. Zhao wants a powerful corpse with signs of corpse transformation, then I think it may be difficult to find a more suitable one than the current one. This corpse has excellent feng shui of three cases and three qi, and Buried in Mianshan, where the spiritual power gathers, and the father and son are in the same coffin, he is very resentful, and it can be said that the time and place are right for people to gather together, not to mention, Mrs. Zhao has specially destroyed Feng Shui."
"She did not move for two years. She was waiting for the corpse that showed signs of corpse transformation to absorb the huge Yin Qi and completely turn into a zombie."
"What she wants in the end is a powerful zombie."
"Damn it!!" Yan Jing couldn't help roaring, "I'm rushing to recognize my father!!"
Lu Wen's complexion also darkened.
Xie Chi tried to tighten the corners of his mouth: "Is the logic very strict?"
Yan Jing was hairy all over, and nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "The truth is too terrifying!"
Xie Chi couldn't hold back and laughed: "Don't be nervous, the above is all nonsense."
Yan Jing and Lu Wen: "..."
[Hahaha is the truth? No, I was bullshitting]
[Haha I was just thinking, they haven't even entered the door yet, they are giants in words and shorts in actions]
[The front is wrong, don't you think this guess is a bit impeccable, the big guy denies that he is playing with the little blind man]
[Hey, the logic of thinking about it is quite strict]
[Then let's bet how many points did the big guy guess right? There might be a surprise. ]
[Is this film in the second half, I feel the truth is very close]
The cannon fodder came to call them, and the three hurriedly followed and entered the mansion.
Xie Chi was absent-minded, chatting with Xie Xinglan in his mind:
"Brother, Mrs. Zhao is really good and hypocritical, and it's easy to expose it."
"Huh?" Xie Xinglan's voice was lazy.
Xie Chi smiled and said solemnly: "After all, in terms of hypocrisy, no one can compare to me."
Xie Xinglan coughed: "...Little liar."
Koike is proficient in deception, and he is self-taught, deceiving people, ghosts, and zombies. As long as he can communicate with each other, he can deceive and use them.
Xie Chi said obediently, "Everything I said to you is true."
Xie Xinglan was obviously pleased, and laughed in a low and pleasant voice: "Really? Anytime?"
"Well, anytime." Xie Chi was a little eager to express the meaning, a picture of being tortured by Jun.
Xie Xinglan smiled and satisfied him: "Then answer me, do you like me?"
Xie Chi's face froze suddenly: "..."
Xie Xinglan jokingly urged: "Remember to tell the truth."
Xie Chi turned his face away: "... No."
Xie Xinglan smiled. Xie Chi is very good at opening a yellow accent in a shameless and skinless manner. It really amused him to say serious things, and he was too embarrassed to say it.
"Brother Xie, here we are." Yan Jing reminded him in a low voice when he saw that he was distracted.
Xie Chi came back to his senses, the doorman led them to the place where the coffin was placed, took out a money bag from the cuff and stuffed it into Daoist Xuancheng: "It's hard work, Daoist, this is the reward."
Daoist Xuancheng weighed it, shocked and panicked: "I can't make it, not so much! I can't accept it, it's too unkind..."
Just as he was about to open the purse to return the large portion, the concierge pushed it back: "Young Mistress said this is what you should, but she just gave a little more because she was afraid that you would not accept it.
Taoist Xuancheng had no choice but to accept it: "Young grandmother is a true bodhisattva."
The doorman said: "It's getting late now, and the young lady said that you must be tired because you travel all day and night. She should have done her best to stay with you for one night and leave tomorrow morning, but she is so busy these days that she has no time to spare. Taking care of you, but also afraid of being neglected by the servants, I specially set up a comfortable place for you outside the mansion, so that the shopkeeper can entertain you, and I will take you there right away."
Xuan Cheng said, "Young mistress thought so thoughtfully, I am ashamed of it."
The concierge was about to send everyone away, and Xie Chi suddenly asked, "When we arrive at the mansion, shouldn't we pay respects to the young master who ordered him, have we done all the etiquette?"
Taoist Xuancheng patted his head: "Yeah! I'm so confused! I even forgot the etiquette, thank you for reminding me!"
Daoist Xuancheng's expression was a little embarrassed: "I will lead my disciple to worship?"
Everyone turned to the door.
The doorman's eyes dodged, and he smiled in a blink of an eye: "No, don't bother the Taoist priest, the young lady has already said that in the middle of the night, the etiquette doesn't matter, all the Taoist priests have a good rest. will remember."
Although Daoist Xuancheng felt uneasy, he didn't force it any more. After all, Mrs. Zhao had talked about this, and if he persisted, he would lose face.
Xie Chi had a panoramic view of the concierge's expression and raised his eyebrows slightly. Don't let me see you? Is Mrs. Zhao shameful, or something else
interesting.
Xie Chi was thinking about how to meet Mrs. Zhao to find out, but everyone's cell phone rang—
[The progress of the plot has been updated. The actors followed the concierge to the Lady's Building to rest. The plot must be executed. ]
Xie Chi was helpless. Now that the app has spoken, his plans can only be put aside for the time being.
It's just this lady's building...
Lu Wen took the opportunity to ask the concierge, "Why is it called Ladies' Building?"
The concierge's expression was mysterious: "That's a good place. You'll know it when you get there. I'll say it first, and you'll lose a lot of fun and novelty. My young grandma prepared it carefully, and I won't disappoint you."
The group followed the concierge out of the house and headed for the ladies' building in the dark.
Xie Chi looked back at the quiet Zhao family.
…
At the same time, in the bedroom of the young grandma of the Zhao family.
The candles flickered in the richly decorated interior, and a man was lying on a mahogany lounge chair.
The man tilted his head inward, closed his eyes tightly, his appearance was unreal, his cheeks were sunken, his cheekbones were high, his complexion was yellow, and he was skinny and skinny.
Compared to the man's ugliness and thinness, the woman sitting across from him was pale and gentle. She was wearing a beautiful light blue dress with a graceful and graceful figure.
She has obviously lost a lot of weight, but she is still a beauty embryo, but her eyes are full of beast-like madness, and they are terrifyingly bright.
"Xianggong, tomorrow is your first seven. This shell will be completely useless tomorrow. This is how you accompany me like this... It's the last night." The woman choked and held the man's hand.
The man's hands were cold, thickly coated with wax, smooth and greasy to the touch.
It's such a hot day, and this wax is used as a preservative.
The woman tidied the man's slightly messy hair, and tidied his clothes before smiling with satisfaction: "Tomorrow, the first seven days, your soul, come back to see me, it's been seven days, you've left I've been there for seven days, and since I got married, I've been by your side every day, seven days are too hard."
"Actually, as long as it's your soul, whether it's a human shell or a zombie shell, what difference does it make to me, what I love is your person, it has nothing to do with the body, I'm just used to seeing you like this, go It is somewhat reluctant to adapt to other looks.”
The woman skipped the man's sparse brows, and her nose was sore: "Look, you died so satisfied, there was no sign of corpse transformation, you were so kind, and you didn't want to harm others when you died, but God is so unfair, why are those bad people? You can live a hundred years, like you, but you have to... but endure the torment of tuberculosis?"
The resentment flashed in the woman's eyes, she wiped away her tears, and tried her best to outline a smile: "I don't cry anymore, I'm afraid that you will be distressed, so I don't cry anymore, I know you were uncomfortable every day before, and you coughed on my back every day. Blood, I know, I know, I just don't say it, you hate being sick, you wait, just wait a few days, you don't have to stay in this body anymore."
"I chose that body for you for two years, and I couldn't find someone stronger and more suitable than him. You won't have to suffer from illness in the future, you can stay with me forever, you can even... you can... "
A blush flashed on the woman's face: "You can do things that you couldn't do before."
"When you were alive, you always said that I must remarry after you died. At that time, I agreed with a smile, but what I thought was, anyway, you will die at that time, and you can't control me, so I don't want to remarry, Live or die, I'll be with you."
The woman snuggled quietly in the man's arms for a while, unable to feel the familiar beating of the man's heart, her eyes gradually became empty: "You always say that you are not worthy of me, but you saved my bad life, rich and rich. You gave it to me, you taught me to read and write, brushed my hair and thrush my eyebrows, picked the stars and the moon and pampered me, there is no one in this world who treats me better than you, I am not going anywhere, I will depend on me at your side."
Tears lingered in the woman's bright eyes, and she closed her eyes painfully: "You always said that I have a kind heart, and I thought so too, and then I realized that when you fall in love with someone, how can you bear him to die? Bear the pain of him, and go to the end. The ending? The deeper you love, the more ruthless your heart will be. Only by not leaving room for others can you leave room for yourself."
"You'll forgive me, won't you?"
The woman gradually became stunned, and her expression was a bit hideous: "It doesn't matter if you don't forgive me, it's good for you to live, it's good to live, I will definitely succeed, I will definitely be able to..."