I exhaled slowly.
"Senior brother, these eight coffins seem to have been buried by my grandfather. No matter how bad my grandfather is, he can't possibly harm his son, right?"
Hearing this, Mao Xiaoyun said thoughtfully: "I can't see the connection now, unless I dig out your grandfather's coffin."
"Huh?" I suddenly became alert.
This old guy also wants to take advantage of Grandpa's coffin?
Mao Xiaoyun glanced at me and explained: "Don't be suspicious, I am not interested in your grandfather's coffin. I just don't dig out your grandfather's coffin, and I can't see the connection."
"No matter how hard your second uncle's life is, he can't survive tonight."
"As for the feng shui bureau here, after your second uncle dies, bury him in the center of the old house and set up an eight-coffin bureau to suppress evil spirits. As long as you don't build a balcony here in the future, there won't be any big problems."
If my second uncle wasn't involved, would I need to come to him?
Just digging my grandfather's grave, my second uncle may not be willing to do it.
After all, that's his dad.
"Senior brother, this place is shabby. Just find a place to sit and I'll ask my second uncle!"
When I entered the shed, my second uncle was already semi-conscious. I used Tao Qi to stimulate his soul.
After a while, the second uncle woke up in confusion.
I talked about digging the grave politely.
When the second uncle heard this, he was so excited that his face turned red.
Seeing this, I hurriedly said: "Second uncle, don't get excited. It's okay not to dig the grave. I will think of other ways."
The second uncle waved his hand and breathed heavily: "Dig, dig it out for me, this old guy, if he traps me, I will move his grave into a ditch for him!"
I froze for a moment.
Is this your biological father?
Or, like father, like son?
My second uncle agreed, so I won’t ask my father.
It's definitely not possible if I ask. After all, my father is much more filial than my second uncle.
When I came out of the shed, Huang Jiu said, "Your second uncle is a ruthless man!"
If he had known that my grandfather moved his ancestral graves eighteen times a year, he probably wouldn't have said such a thing.
I grabbed a shovel at the door. Mao Xiaoyun took a look at it, chased me and asked, "Are you sure you dug it?"
"Um!"
When Mao Xiaoyun heard this, he felt a little guilty. He pulled me and said, "Junior brother, even if you dig out your grandfather's coffin, senior brother can't guarantee that your second uncle will survive!"
For my second uncle, I am willing to try anything.
What's more, there is no sure way to break Feng Shui.
I nodded to express my understanding and walked towards my grandfather’s grave with the shovel in my hand.
When we arrived at the tomb altar, Huang Jiu jumped on Mao Xiaoyun's shoulders and said to me: "We can't help with the opening of the tomb, but Xiao Lizi, you have to think carefully. Once the tomb is opened, the coffin will be seen again. If you want peace, It’s just impossible.”
Things have already happened before the coffin is unearthed. If it is unearthed, more things will happen.
I have this mental preparation.
I walked to the grave, kowtowed to my grandfather twice, got up and started digging the soil.
When I did it, I was a little scared, worried about being struck by lightning.
After trying to dig a few shovels, I let go when I saw that the sky was normal.
I thought that if future generations dug the graves of their ancestors, they would be struck by lightning. Grandpa would have been a good man eighteen years later.
There were no stones in the grave soil, so it was quick to dig it out. After a while, I had the grave head leveled.
But when you dig deeper, the color of the soil turns red.
The further down you go, the darker the color becomes.
By the end, a handful of dirt could be squeezed out with blood like water.
The evil spirit is so strong, has grandpa turned into a blood corpse?
I thought to myself, but I didn't dare to stop.
Because if the body had really changed, it would be better if I dug it out.
If he breaks out of the coffin at night, he will only become more ferocious.
After a while, the coffin was revealed.
The black coffin was not stained with any dirt and was as clean as new.
The sun was gloomy and there was something eerie about it.
After the coffin was completely dug out, I jumped out of the pit and shouted: "Brother Huang, come here and help me get the coffin out!"
When Huang Jiu and Mao Xiaoyun saw it, they didn't dare to come over. Huang Jiu shouted to me: "Xiao Lizi, please carry the coffin out and leave the cemetery before we can help!"
I took a deep breath, circulated my Qi, and pulled the several hundred kilogram coffin out of the pit.
Oddly enough, as soon as the coffin came out of the pit, the sky was filled with dark clouds.
In less than two minutes, a heavy downpour fell from the sky. The rain lines were so dense that I couldn't even wipe the rain off my face.
I gritted my teeth and dragged the coffin to the edge of the pit in one breath.
At this moment, floodwaters gathered in the mountains, rushing down towards Grandpa's grave.
As soon as the water rushed in, the soil under the coffin was so soft that I couldn't hold it on by myself as I slid down the hillside with the coffin.
Seeing that the coffin was about to slide down the hillside, Huang Jiuyi gritted his teeth and transformed himself to help.
As soon as Huang Jiu grabbed the coffin, there was a thunder in the sky. He was so frightened that his hair stood on end, and he muttered: "Mr. Li, you must be more precise. I am the brother of your eldest grandson. If you always chop me up, Your coffin goes to the bottom of the mountain."
Thunder rumbled, making the mountains tremble.
Huang Jiu was trembling while helping me pull the coffin.
The two of them worked together to finally pull the coffin out of the cemetery.
As soon as they came out of the cemetery, Mao Xiaoyun also came up to help.
The three of them worked together to finally drag the coffin out of the torrent.
As soon as the coffin left the cemetery, the sky cleared and the flash floods stopped.
I took a few breaths, stood up and looked at my grandfather's coffin. The dark coffin was exactly the same as in my memory, not looking old at all.
Mao Xiaoyun looked at his grandfather's coffin with no expression on his face.
I deliberately spoke suddenly and asked, "Senior Brother Mao, is this the Yellow River Dragon Coffin?"
Mao Xiaoyun shook his head subconsciously and said: "No, but this coffin..."
Halfway through the words, he came to his senses, turned around and glared at me and said, "Junior brother, it's boring for you to play with me like this!"
I said, "Senior brother, the coffin is right in front of you. Do you think it would be interesting to hide it?"
Mao Xiaoyun said: "It's not that I'm hiding it, it's just this coffin... I can't explain it clearly."
"Junior brother, don't talk nonsense, let's carry the coffin over. The eight coffins are evil. If you are late, your second uncle will be in more danger."
Seeing that he was unwilling to say anything and the second uncle's situation was not optimistic, I didn't ask any more questions.
The three of them worked together and took a lot of effort to carry grandpa's coffin back to the base of the old house.
Grandpa's coffin landed on the ground. Before I could even breathe out, the eight coffins in front of me suddenly made a "bang" sound at the same time, as if someone had kicked them. They all turned their coffin heads, all facing Grandpa's. coffin.
I was startled, looked at Mao Xiaoyun hurriedly and asked: "Brother, what is going on?"
Mao Xiaoyun said with a gloomy face: "Eight Evil Worshipers, Li Yang, are you sure your grandfather is really dead?"
I was stunned for a moment, "He must be dead. I gave him the shroud. There can be no mistake."
Mao Xiaoyun asked again: "Did your grandfather tell you anything before he died?"
