Holy Bone

Chapter 692

early morning.

Looking sad, Tian Mangui, who had not yet recovered from the heavy blow, with dark circles and bloodshot eyes, drove two carriages to take the coffin away according to the time agreed yesterday.

Before leaving, Tian Mangui respectfully put down a few ingots of silver and treated them as money.

Jin'an and the old Taoist refused, saying that they had agreed at the beginning that they were not here to ask for money, and the old man had already paid, but Tian Mangui insisted on paying lyse.

The Tian family was very grateful to Jin An and the old Taoist for their help, and they thanked Jin An and the old Taoist repeatedly when they left.

After seeing off the Tian family, the old Taoist priest who hadn't closed his eyes all night and looked a little tired looked at Jin'an sadly: "Little brother, we haven't found a clue about the plaque on the coffin yet."

"In the past two days, the plaque on the coffin has been sitting on the buttocks of your sheep, little brother. There is no vision at all."

If the truth of the coffin plaque is not investigated for a day, the five internal organs Taoist temple will not be able to start construction for a day. They have to find a way to stabilize people's hearts.

Unexpectedly, Jin An replied: "I already have some ideas about this matter."

The old Taoist looked surprised: "Little brother, what did you see?"

Jin An found an iron pick and a shovel from the construction site opposite the coffin shop: "That's why I waited until dawn, and the reason why Tian's family took the coffin away. There is something under the coffin shop, it should be that thing It's playing tricks."

The old Taoist was surprised when he heard this: "What is it?"

"How did you find out, little brother?"

Jin An raised his eyes and looked at the old Taoist priest: "Last night when I went out of my body to look through the "Record of Collecting Corpses", I noticed a faint aura under the coffin shop, but when I dived underground, I didn't find anything, so I I plan to dig it out with my own hands to see what mystery is hidden in this coffin shop."

Hearing what Jin An said, the old Taoist's curiosity was aroused: "Little brother, if you say that, then I won't be sleepy as an old Taoist."

In order to avoid disturbing the neighbors, Jin An closed the door and dug the coffin to lay the foundation, and this kind of labor is most suitable for Jin An.

As he dug down a few feet, he really dug out something, which was a black coffin buried vertically in the ground.

The four sides of the black coffin were filled with ink fountain lines, and four yellow talismans were used to suppress the corpse's aura, separating it from the outside world.

Jin An kept digging.

But I found that the space below was getting bigger and bigger.

Squatting on the ground with a lantern in hand, the old Taoist priest who illuminated Jin An exclaimed, "Mother, this black coffin is not only a vertical burial, but also a vertical burial with a trumpet urn that is narrow at the top and wide at the bottom! Little brother, why don't you bury the coffin vertically?" Do you remember the cannibal temple in Chang County, these two burial methods are exactly the same!"

Jin An's face was serious.

Without the old Taoist reminding him, he also thought of the man-eating temple in Chang County.

The old Taoist continued to be surprised and said: "The trumpet urn, also known as the place of gathering yin, can allow the yin energy of a place to gather and not dissipate, and over time it becomes a place for raising corpses! It is also a trumpet urn, which is also used to seal spirits from the outside world, and It’s raising corpses under the noses of Jiangzhou’s yamen, this is a big deal!”

Jin An had great strength, and he dug the hole very fast. Suddenly he was surprised, it turned out that a person had already descended to the bottom of the trumpet urn.

"Old Daoist, there is a situation down here, find a rope and get down carefully."

Snapped.

The sound of footsteps landing.

It was the old Taoist who slid down the trumpet urn along the hemp rope.

The bottom of the trumpet urn was about two feet above the ground. The thick black coffin was nailed into the earth wall with a few thick hemp ropes suspended in the air.

And under the black coffin, there was a bench, which was covered with a thick layer of dust. On the bench was a sea bowl, half of which had been filled with the corpse water dripping from the coffin.

Strange to say, this corpse water is not stinky and turbid, giving birth to maggots, on the contrary, it looks like fresh blood just released from the body of a living person, bright red and bright.

It was this scene that aroused Jin An's surprise, so he called the well-informed old Taoist priest to come down and help him see the origin of the coffin.

"It's weird!"

"It's really weird!"

The old Taoist circled around the long wooden bench and the hanging coffin, shaking his head while looking at it. Even he couldn't see where the coffin came from.

"Little brother, don't look at this coffin, which is shiny with black paint. It's still very new. This is because this is a place for raising corpses. The south is full of rain, and the corpse's breath is moist. After absorbing the corpse's breath, the coffin will not rot with time. , on the contrary, it has been nourished for a long time."

Jin An frowned, and his expression became serious: "If even you old man can't see the purpose of the black coffin and the corpse liquid in the bowl, then let's open the coffin and see what's in the coffin!"

Before the old Taoist could react, Jin An moved his feet slightly, grabbed the old Taoist's robe with his left hand, held the tail of the coffin with his right palm, and then slapped hard. The heavy coffin, which weighed a thousand catties, broke the rope directly, and the person and the coffin were together. Fly out of the trumpet urn earth pit.

The old Taoist priest was taken out of the trumpet urn by Jin An like a monkey jumping into the sky.

what--

The scream of the old Taoist who was caught off guard echoed back and forth in the upper narrow and lower wide horn urn.

Boom!
The thousand-jin coffin fell to the ground heavily.

Jin An's palm raised fire and poisonous air, and he wiped it around the crack of the coffin lid, melting the ink fountain and the spring thread, and then slapped his palm, and the coffin lid, which is difficult for ordinary people to lift, slid off to the side.

Boom!

Suddenly, a spring thunder exploded in the sky above the coffin shop. It seemed that when the father and mother of thunder were inspecting the world, they noticed that an ancient corpse was born here, and the sky sent a murderous plan.

But Chunlei only rang once.

What lay in the coffin was an old corpse. The old corpse was not as rotten as imagined. Except for the pale skin, it was almost the same as a living person. The eyes of the old corpse were sewn with black thread, and the facial muscles did not have the panic of a person dying. , fear, despair, but a slightly sad yearning.

The reason why Jin An could see this expression on the face of a dead person was because he had only seen such an expression on Tian Mangui's face not long ago.

I don't know who the person in the coffin missed the most at the last moment before he died...

After the old Taoist stood still, he turned his head to look: "The two eyelids were sewn up. This style is a bit like the modus operandi of the green forest. Those kidnappers and bandits are afraid that the dead will come to ask for their lives at night. Only the eyeball was cut off."

Jin An frowned, and looked back and forth at the old corpse: "This man was alive with his eyes sewn shut."

To judge a person's wound, whether it is a wound before death or a wound after death, look for inflammation, bruising, and swelling near the wound.

The old corpse in the coffin has these characteristics.

Jin An made a new discovery, and his brows were tightened again: "There are many nail scratches in the coffin. Not only was this person's eyes sewn up during his lifetime, but he was also buried alive."

"This is really a crime!" The old Taoist angrily.

"Little brother, what shall we do next? How to deal with the coffin and the corpse? Do you want to ask the people who took over the coffin shop before, who was the first owner of the coffin shop?"

Jin An thought.

(End of this chapter)