The yellow talisman I affixed to the lid of the coffin is the Qiankun Evil Suppression Talisman given to me by my grandfather. It is mainly used to suppress evil spirits and resolve resentment and evil thoughts.
Song Qiufeng's corpse must have lingering resentment.
Otherwise, how could her coffin not be lifted?
After attaching the Qiankun Evil Suppression Talisman, I took the bone stick in my hand and knocked several times on Song Qiufeng's coffin.
Even after using all of Ji Guyue's weapons, I don't believe that the resentment in the coffin can still be dispelled.
The villagers in the village looked at it with expressions of admiration.
No one expected that I would be so bold as to run to the mourning hall alone to solve that evil thing.
"Master Chen's grandson is really brave."
"Standing in front of Song Qiufeng's coffin, he could maintain a calm expression and show no fear. It is indeed beyond the comparison of ordinary people."
Many villagers are talking about me, and it’s hard not to be convinced.
"Uncle Big Dog."
After knocking the coffin with the bone stick, I waved to Uncle Big Dog and shouted, "That's it. You coffin bearers can come over and try it."
"Is it enough to put up a yellow talisman and knock it twice?"
Some villagers frowned and didn't quite believe that I had that kind of ability.
"Whether it works or not, you will know after you try it."
The old man in the village said: "Chen Changsheng is the grandson of Third Master. He is somewhat capable."
Song Dagou greeted the coffin bearer and took the lead to walk towards the mourning hall.
The other coffin bearers had no choice but to follow.
But there were also two timid coffin bearers, their faces were as pale as paper, and their whole bodies were trembling with fear. If it weren't for the crowds of people standing around, they would have been frightened out of their wits.
"When I shout one, two, three, lift it up."
Song Dagou carried the dragon pole in front and gave some instructions to the other coffin bearers. When they were all ready, he shouted.
"Lift the coffin!"
When the number three was called, Big Dog Song roared loudly.
At this moment, the eight of them suddenly exerted their strength and lifted Song Qiufeng's coffin under everyone's gaze.
"Has it become so light?"
Song Dagou was surprised, and the other coffin bearers were also shocked, showing expressions of disbelief.
You should know that Song Qiufeng's coffin was not lifted up after they had been carrying it for a long time. The result was good. I pasted a yellow talisman on it and knocked it with a bone stick a few times and it was done.
Song Dagou looked at me and said excitedly: "Chang Sheng, you are very capable."
"Young man, you have obtained the true inheritance of Third Master!"
Mr. Yin Yang, who came to conduct the funeral, came over and looked at me with the same expression of admiration.
"Thank you, Changsheng!"
Song Qiufeng's parents came over to express their gratitude.
"Uncle, why are you so polite to me?"
I breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I wish I could help."
Without further delay, a burst of crackling firecrackers sounded, and Song Qiufeng's coffin was carried out of the mourning hall by Song Dagou and others.
The villagers who came to pay their respects followed him in great numbers.
I didn't leave either.
Ji Guyue was locked at home, and I prepared biscuits and fruits for her, so she didn't have to worry about being hungry.
And the journey went smoothly without any further accidents.
In the past ten minutes, Song Qiufeng's coffin was carried to the back mountain by Song Dagou and others.
He didn't stop for a moment along the way.
According to our customs, sacrifices cannot be held for young people who die young. They can be directly carried to the mountains for burial.
The grave had been dug long ago, and everyone took off the dragon pole and prepared for burial.
"Zhizhizhi..."
At this moment, a harsh sound came from the coffin.
The sound was shrill, like an evil spirit roaring.
The commotion was loud and everyone heard it clearly. They turned their heads and their eyes fell on Song Qiufeng's coffin.
In an instant.
The atmosphere became very oppressive and you could hear a pin drop.
"What...what's going on?"
Mr. Yin Yang, who was presiding over the funeral, was frightened for a moment. His old face turned as pale as paper, his legs shook, and he sat down on the ground.
As he finished speaking, the shrill roar suddenly stopped in the coffin.
There was silence for three seconds.
Before everyone could react, a fierce crashing sound suddenly came from inside Song Qiufeng's coffin.
boom!
Bang bang bang!
The coffin was banged and banged. In the dead-like atmosphere, it was very irritating to people's nerves. For a moment, everyone's pupils tightened and their expressions changed drastically.
"Mom..."
Mr. Yin Yang, who was the first to react, was so frightened that he screamed and ran away, rolling and crawling.
"It's haunted, Song Qiufeng is haunted!"
After the other mourners came to their senses, they were also frightened, and they retreated and hid far away.
Even Song Dagou and others ran ten meters away.
During the day, Song Qiufeng's coffin could still cause such a vicious scene. Who wouldn't be afraid of it?
Fortunately, there were many people attending the funeral, otherwise they would have been scared away.
But there were also those who were timid. Seeing that the situation was not good, they left in a panic from the back mountain.
"Chang Sheng, what's the fuss about?"
Song Dagou and Song Quanming hid behind me. Song Quanming asked fearfully: "Did Song Qiufeng in the coffin fake the corpse?"
"I don't know either. I'll have to open the coffin to find out."
Looking at the coffin, I frowned slightly.
Song Qiufeng's coffin was affixed with Zhang Qiankun's Evil Suppression Talisman, and I even knocked it with a bone stick. How could it still cause such a violent fuss?
Even if Song Qiufeng really faked the corpse, his resentment should be suppressed.
And at this time, Song Qiufeng's coffin is still making a fuss. From time to time, there are banging sounds and shrill creaking sounds in the coffin. It seems that what is lying inside the coffin is not Song Qiufeng's body at all, but a demon that has awakened. come over.
If the crowd hadn't been emboldened and there were so many mourners, they would have all been scared away.
"Open the coffin?"
The old man in the village quickly dissuaded him: "Chang Sheng, please don't mess around. Song Qiufeng's coffin is making such a fuss, it must be a fake corpse. We have to be fully prepared before we can open the coffin to check the situation."
"I'm ready."
Turning around and looking at everyone, I said, "You all just stand where you are and don't move. I'll go over and open the coffin to investigate the situation."
After saying this, I came to the grave, picked up a shovel and walked towards Song Qiufeng's coffin.
"You're just going to go? Are you so brave?"
Everyone was dumbfounded.
No one thought that I would be so bold.
Even the old people in the village were very surprised.
"As expected of Mr. Chen's grandson, he doesn't panic when things happen, and his face is calm and collected. Even we old men can't compare with him, let alone the young people of his generation."
Many old people feel ashamed and do not have such courage.
"Chang Sheng, be careful."
Seeing that I had already walked to Song Qiufeng's coffin, Song Quanming said with worry on his face: "You should adapt to circumstances and don't show off to me."
"Brother Quanming, I know."
I nodded in response and looked around the coffin.
At this moment, all the sounds of the noisy coffin suddenly stopped and became completely quiet.
"I want to see what's going on inside."
Looking at Song Qiufeng's coffin, I raised the corner of my mouth and smiled without the slightest fear.
I traveled to Demon Ridge and saw so many lonely ghosts, and I even slept with the Corpse King Xi Shi. Scenes like this were not even a drop of rain in my eyes.
Besides, talented people are brave.
I carry the yellow talisman drawn by my grandfather, as well as Ji Guyue's magical weapon.
Just a noisy corpse.
How powerful can it be?
With everyone watching, I immediately stuffed the shovel in my hand into the crack in the coffin.
“The coffin was sealed with coffin nails.”
The frightened Mr. Yin Yang said: "You can't just open the coffin if you want to be alone..."
Bang!
I exerted force suddenly, and the coffin lid was pried open, and it was thrown two meters away before it hit the ground with a harsh roar.
"Can the coffin lid be lifted off?"
Seeing this scene, both Mr. Yin and Yang, Song Dagou and others all widened their eyes. No one thought that I had such amazing strength.
And I was also a little dumbfounded, not expecting that my strength would be so strong.
There is no doubt that this has subverted the ultimate power of human beings.
It's almost like a buffalo.
This makes me ecstatic. The python tattoo on my body is really going to help me become a martial arts master. .
The thought flashed across my mind, and I quickly looked into the coffin.
"Zhizhi..."
At this moment, mice jumped out of the coffin.
There are a lot of them, dozens or hundreds.
The scene was so shocking that many villagers screamed and ran away in panic.
"Don't run away, everyone, what's coming out of the coffin is a bunch of rats."
"Rat? Why is there a mouse in the coffin?"
When everyone finally saw clearly that what was running out of the coffin was really a group of rats, they were all dumbfounded for a moment, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.
Looking at the group of rats running away in panic, I was also surprised.
No one would have thought that Song Qiufeng's coffin would make such a big noise because it was a group of mice.
But how did so many rats sneak into Song Qiufeng's coffin?
This is evil.
"Changsheng, look at Song Qiufeng's body quickly." The old man in the village reminded me quickly.
As for the others, they all became nervous at this time.
Especially the relatives of Song Qiufeng's family.
After all, rats eat anything. Dozens or hundreds of rats ran into Song Qiufeng's coffin. It's hard to say whether Song Qiufeng's body was chewed to pieces by those rats.
When I looked inside the coffin, I immediately frowned. Then I waved and said, "Come and see for yourselves."
After hearing what I said, the expressions on the faces of the old people in the village became solemn.
Immediately afterwards, he bravely walked over.
The old man took the lead, and Song Dagou and others also followed with curiosity.
but.
When they walked to Song Qiufeng's coffin and looked inside, their eyes suddenly widened.
"Where is Song Qiufeng's body? Why is it missing?"
Looking at the empty coffin board, the old man in the village frowned and took a breath of air and said, "Could it be that Song Qiufeng's body was eaten to the dregs by those rats?"
