Maoshan Ghost King

The aunts and wives saw Aunt Feng hanging on the beam of the room, and they were all terrified. If Aunt Feng just hangs herself, the aunts and wives will not be so frightened. The key is that Aunt Feng hangs too abnormally on her body. Her blood was almost drained, a weight fell from her waist, and the blood from her body dyed all her clothes. The most terrifying thing was that she herself pierced herself a few times before hanging herself. The knife, the last knife was directly inserted into the heart.

Many people have heard about hanging suicide. I have never heard of people who have to stab themselves a few times before hanging themselves. What is even more terrifying is that Aunt Feng has already died so miserably. With a weird smile, whoever sees the smile on Aunt Feng's face can't help but fight a cold war.

The auntie Liufang ran out of the wood house like a howling ghost, crying and crying, scared calf cramps.

Others shouted: "It's not good, it's not good... Yang Xiaofeng hanged herself..."

The story of Aunt Feng's suicide quickly spread throughout the commander's mansion and also shocked the commander.

The commander took a dozen guards and ran to the firewood room to take a look, and he was immediately taken aback.

Aunt Feng, who was okay yesterday, ended her life with such tragic means today.

The little warlord trembled all over, and when he saw the sorrowful smile on the corner of Aunt Feng's mouth, he couldn't help gasping in fright, and the cold sweat on his body was gone.

At this time, an adjutant next to the commander said: “Marshal, the seventh concubine is so deadly strange, with a weight hanging on her body, six holes and three knives on her body, wearing a blood-red wedding gown, I am afraid that she will not turn into a ghost after death. I think it's better to find a Taoist priest to supersede it."

Anyone who saw such a tragic death of Aunt Feng felt a little abnormal. The commander had killed countless people throughout his life. He had never seen any scene. Seeing Aunt Feng died like this, he couldn't help feeling afraid.

He stared at the body of Aunt Feng hung on the beam for a while, and sighed: "It's nothing, it's a husband and wife after all. Buy her a good coffin, find a Taoist priest at night, and bury it the day after tomorrow. "

The adjutant was ordered to take down the body of Aunt Feng hanging on the beam.

...

It was night, white banners were hung in the entire commander's mansion, and a large black coffin was placed in the compound.

People from the entire commander's mansion gathered in the courtyard, and hundreds of guards stood on both sides.

There was a veteran man wearing a Taoist robe, standing in front of the altar, holding a peach wood sword in his hand, and muttering in his mouth, saving the undead of Aunt Feng.

A table full of various tributes was placed on the platform.

With the peach wood sword in his hand, the old Taoist made a circle around the **** coffin, and stepped on the footsteps under his feet. After a few times of repeated rotations, he finally walked to the front of the table and cast into the brazier. Something that didn't know what it was, the fire in the brazier suddenly burned extremely hot, and the whole commander's mansion was illuminated, and everyone who was frightened could not help exclaiming for a while.

Then the old Dao turned and looked at the people: "Okay, everyone, go back and rest. Aunt Qi is too tragic, and her grievances are hard to dissolve. The poor Dao will have to spend the whole night in order to resolve the grievances in her heart, you guys. After you go back, close the door tightly and don't come out no matter what you hear, or you will be conceited, and the poor way will not save you."

When everyone heard it, they nodded their heads. The commander glanced at the coffin and said politely to the old Dao: "Dao Master, this will trouble you. After the burial, I will seal you a big red envelope. "

"The commander is too polite, I will do my best to do your thing, the commander should go to rest quickly, the health is important, there is me here, I promise that nothing will happen." The old Dao said flatly.

The commander responded, and then turned and walked towards his room.

After a short while, everyone in the yard was gone, except for some guards not far away, and there was no one around.

After everyone was gone, the old Dao immediately walked to the front of the table and tore off the drumstick of a chicken from Shanggong, ate it with a big mouthful, and took a few sips of the wine on the table. .

While eating Zhengxiang, he said vaguely: "The people in the Grand Marshal's Mansion are so stupid, what kind of ghost is there in this world, otherwise, who of us would dare to come out to eat and drink, hehe...for a while Sleep beautifully, and I will be buried in the coffin tomorrow. Lord Tao, I can eat and drink for half a year."

The old Dao ate more and more vigorously, and directly sat cross-legged on the ground, taking a mouthful of wine and meat.

When he was eating Zhengxiang, he inadvertently glanced at the coffin, and it didn't matter at all, he suddenly frightened the old man.

Just now, I clearly remembered that the coffin was behind me. Why did it seem to have moved three or four meters to my back left in this moment.

Is it really haunted?

The doubtful old Tao stood up, put down the wine bottle, wiped his greasy hands on the Taoist robe, raised the peach wood sword, and walked towards the coffin.

He first turned around the coffin, and said in wonder: "It's weird, why does this coffin seem to have moved a few meters by itself? It was clearly just behind..."

When he was puzzled, a strange noise suddenly came from the coffin, as if someone was speaking in a low voice.

This long courage is also very courageous. He directly put his ear on the coffin board and listened carefully to the movement in the coffin.

After a while, the old Dao vaguely heard the sound coming from the coffin.

It was an insidious voice, repeated in a deep and deep voice: "You are all going to die... You are all going to die..."

When he heard the voice clearly, the old man trembled in fright, his face turned pale and his calves were almost weak.

At this moment, suddenly there was a hand on his shoulder. This hand was very cold, and the frightened old man almost urinated his pants.

"What are you looking for?" A dark voice suddenly came over.

"Don't make trouble... It's scary and terrifying..." The old Dao thought he was a servant of the Marshal's Mansion, and said without turning his head.

"Did you hear what was said in the coffin?" the dark voice asked again.

Hearing such a weird sound, the old man finally couldn't help but glanced back. When he saw it, his entire soul almost flew away.

A woman in a blood-red wedding gown did not know when she appeared behind her, her face sullen and densely covered with red blood vessels, like a demon crawling out of the Jiuyou Heifu.

"You... don't come over, be careful that the poor Tao takes you this ghost..." The old Tao tremblingly shook the peach wood sword in his hand.