I was stunned. How could this old man know that opening the coffin would bring disaster? And he appeared so strangely in the middle of the night. How did he know that we were digging a grave and opening a coffin
Grandma Wei Qing suddenly asked, "Old Fan, why are you here?"
"I tried to stop you from digging the grave, but it's too late, everything is too late." Old Fan said as he squatted on the ground with a look of fear on his face, holding his head with his hands.
Grandma Wei Qing left the big tree and slowly walked up to him, circling around him. It was unclear what she was looking at, but she seemed very interested in his back.
Luo Yushan crawled out from nowhere, covered in mud and looking even more miserable than Wang Zijun. He hid behind a big tree, poked his head out and said, "Uncle Fan, stop interfering. Have you buried your Qiangzi?"
Lao Fan looked up at him and said, "We didn't dare bury Qiangzi, so he might have come back to life!"
I wondered what was going on, how could Sha Qiangzi come back to life? Then I thought, what Lao Fan said was right, the evil spirit in Sha Qiangzi had penetrated deep into his internal organs, and was closely connected with the ghost corpse. After his death, he was probably like the ghost corpse, with his soul inseparable from his body. Now that the ghost corpse was in trouble, his corpse would also be restless.
"Lu Fei, you and Yun Xi go to the village and suppress the corpse of Sha Qiangzi." I hurriedly said to Lu Fei. I was afraid that he would not be able to solve the problem if he went alone. Ma Yunxi's method of suppressing corpses is much more sophisticated than ours, so let her go together.
The two men nodded and ran towards the village.
"How do you know Qiangzi will come back to life?" Luo Yushan still didn't believe it. You know, apart from him, a little charlatan, there is no other master in Shuiliu Village.
Old Fan did not answer him, but said with a sad smile: "I told you long ago, don't listen to this young man. If the coffin is opened, Shuiliu Village will be in great trouble, and I'm afraid everyone will die!"
"Who would believe what you said? It was Mr. Xi who cured the evil spirit in my son, so of course I have to listen to him." Luo Yushan walked out from behind the tree.
"Well, we'll all die..."
As soon as Lao Fan uttered the word "die", the ghost corpse in the grave let out another scream, which frightened him and Luo Yushan at the same time. They both looked over there in horror.
I saw Grandma Wei Qing kept looking at Old Fan, nodding and shaking her head, as if she had encountered something difficult to determine. I also touched my nose, thinking of the old man's strange behavior, and suddenly thought of something, and slapped my head hard.
"Are you stupid? How could you hit yourself so cruelly?" Shen Bing asked with eyes wide open.
Wang Zijun blinked and said, "He always talks nonsense, but he must be thinking of something."
I chuckled, ignored them, and said to Lao Fan, "Uncle, it was you and Xiaofang who went to the grave the other day, right?"
Lao Fan's face changed and he shook his head, "Brother, why are you joking like that? Xiaofang and I are not related at all, why would I go to her grave?"
When everyone heard this, they turned their eyes away from the grave and focused on him.
"You said it has nothing to do with Xiaofang, the baby in her belly is yours!" I said affirmatively, emphasizing the last two words.
Everyone was shocked, and Grandma Wei Qing reacted most strongly. She immediately pulled him up from the ground, turned behind him and took a closer look.
"Brother, why are you slandering me like that? I, Old Fan, have never offended you." Although the old guy pretended to be calm, the panic in the corners of his eyes betrayed him, which made me feel more at ease.