smuggler

Chapter 96
Walking at the gate of the courtyard, after thinking about it, I still let Jiang Wenmao stare here, Che Yu's second uncle and second aunt were smiling, and they just wanted to be perfunctory in everything they did now.

According to what Che Yu's second aunt pointed out, I found Zhang Laizi's house, and just about to knock on the door, suddenly there was a burst of mournful crying from the house.

I was hesitating whether to knock on the door when it suddenly opened from the inside.

A person came out head-on, and it was Zhang Cripple!
"coming?"

"Hmm." I replied subconsciously.

"Then hurry up and get things done!" Lame Zhang hurriedly put his hand on the knee of his right leg, and limped out.

It's already dark, so I don't have time to think about it now.

On the way, I said to him directly: "I want to ask you to help preside over a funeral."

Zhang Laizi immediately said: "It should be, I owe you."

"Owe me?" I glanced at him, but saw that his eyes were downcast, his face was a little pale, and he looked like he didn't want to say more.

Without saying any more, he anxiously brought him to Che Yu's house.

As soon as he entered the mourning hall, Zhang Laizi's expression changed, and he asked sharply, "Who is in charge of this? Why did you put the body in the red coffin?"

Che Yu's second uncle said: "This coffin was originally prepared by the old man for his birthday. The old man didn't use it, so I decided to use it."

"It's just nonsense!" Zhang Laizi strode to the coffin, only took a look inside, and his face became even uglier.

I don't know if it's because of the darkness and the dim lights in the mourning hall, but I think his dark face is a bit scary.

And it feels like he looks a little different from the previous two days.

Lame Zhang looked at the corpse again, walked up to me and said, "Hurry up and burn three sticks of incense in the southeast corner, and burn some paper money and ingots, the more the better."

Jiang Wenmao brought a brazier, and when I was burning paper with him in front of the coffin, Zhang Laizi came over and closed the door of the mourning hall.

Then he walked around the coffins in the mourning hall, and saw him bending over and looking down at something in front of the red coffin where Che Yu was lying.

Jiang Wenmao threw paper into the brazier, looked there for a while, turned his head with a scared expression, and said in a low voice, "Where did you invite this old cripple? Why is he still wearing a shroud?"

I was stunned for a moment, and quickly looked into the mourning hall.

This look almost made her jump up, and she looked at Zhang Laizi who was lying on the red coffin cat's waist and blowing on the face of Che Yu's corpse with an earthy face.

He was wearing black satin embroidered with big blessings, and a pair of black thousand-layer shoes on his feet.Especially his ankle, which was tied with a black rope.

In rural areas, it is only worn at funerals.

And there is only one kind of person who will tie a black rope around his ankle.

dead.

Looking at his feet again, the candles in the mourning hall are flickering, and there is no shadow of him on the ground under the reflection.

There is something wrong with this lame Zhang.

I couldn't help but change my color, stood up and shouted to Zhang Lame who was bending over, "What are you doing?"

Lame Zhang raised his head, showing a white smile on his pale face.

I panicked all of a sudden, got up quickly, and subconsciously went to get my bag.

At this moment, a gust of wind suddenly blew up in the mourning hall.

All the paper ashes in the brazier were rolled up, spinning and flying in the mourning hall.

Looking at Zhang Lizi again, he turned into a paper man wearing a shroud.

"Ah!" Che Yu's second aunt screamed.

Che Yu's second uncle also lost his voice in fright: "What's going on?"

I recalled going to Zhang Laizi’s house, and there were mournful cries from the house, and I seemed to understand something at once.

"Quick, help cover the coffin!" I yelled loudly, and ran to the coffin, rushing to remove the coffin lid.

This red coffin is very thick, and the coffin lid alone weighs a hundred and eighty catties.

Fortunately, Jiang Wenmao came to help, and the two hurriedly closed the coffin.

"Where are the coffin nails?" I asked Che Yu's second uncle loudly.

I asked twice, but only heard the scream of a woman.

I said in a deep voice, "Did you prepare the coffin nails?"

Jiang Wenmao raised his head, his expression suddenly changed, he rushed over and pushed me aside.

At the same time as she was pushed away, a coffin nail came down against her face.

Stepping aside, he took a closer look, and saw that Che Yu's second uncle had a ferocious face at the moment, staring at the red eyes, gritting his teeth, and holding the coffin nails in his hands, showing a fierce look on his face.

Jiang Wenmao hugged him from behind, pinched his wrist with one hand, twisted it hard, and heard the sound of a bone dislocating.

But the coffin nails in his hand did not drop.

"He was overwhelmed by Yin Qi!"

Yin Qi is like poisonous miasma. Once a living person inhales it, he will go crazy like poison.

If you encounter this kind of thing in the countryside, you will be called a ghost, but in fact, most of it is hit by the dark energy of the mourning hall.

After I realized it, I reached into my bag and took out a willow talisman.

I picked this wicker in Ridge Garden two days ago, and I didn't expect it to come in handy so soon.

Without even thinking about it, I pointed at him with the willow stick and drew it away.

This naturally emphasizes mutual generation and mutual restraint. When I was whipped, Second Uncle Che Yu shivered and screamed again and again. What made our scalps tingle even more was that when I went down the willow stick, it was obviously whipped on someone. Crackling, sparks burst out!

"what!!"

Che Yu's second uncle suddenly uttered a shrill and ear-piercing scream, his body twitched twice, the coffin nail fell from his hand and fell to the ground, and he also collapsed on the ground.

"What are you two doing?" Che Yu's second aunt unexpectedly rushed over at this moment, tearing up with Jiang Wenmao.

I ignored her and bent down to pick up the coffin nails on the ground.

But as soon as his hands touched the coffin nails, he heard a muffled "bang" behind him, as if something heavy had fallen over.

Che Yu's second aunt's eyes widened in shock, and she shouted in horror, 'Ghost! 'Then, he rolled his eyes and fainted.

I grabbed the coffin nails and took a step forward before daring to turn around.

Turning around, I saw that the lid of the coffin that had just been closed had been pushed open, and Che Yu actually sat up from the coffin, opened his eyes, and stared blankly ahead.

"Che Yu." Jiang Wenmao said pleasantly.

I stopped immediately, and said to Jiang Wenmao in a low voice: "Don't go there, Zhang Laizi tampered with the corpse, look at his throat..."

This is not a fake corpse, nor is it the power of ghosts, gods, and ghosts, and it was cast by Zhang Zizi with evil methods.

After Che Yuli sat up, I could see that his throat was very swollen, as if stuffed with something, especially his mouth was half open.

Looking carefully from the mouth, one can vaguely see that there seems to be something stuffed in the throat.

This must have been done by Cripple Zhang just now.

I showed embarrassment, and couldn't figure out why Zhang Laizi would do this.

At first, when he bent down, it was obvious that he was doing something to the corpse.

When he came here two days ago, Zhang Laizi was fine, how could he be like this all of a sudden?
Does it have anything to do with the second wife Ma! ?

And I can't figure it out, I have no grievances with Zhang Zizi, why would he change his ways to harm me after he died.

While Che Yukong opened his eyes, he turned his neck stiffly. "How to do?"

Jiang Wenmao was very courageous, although he was a little scared, but at least he did not escape in the mourning hall.

(End of this chapter)