When these words came out, everyone was confused. Even A Niu and A Hu swallowed their saliva: "Don't worry, open it. Don't say it's a real corpse. Even if a wild boar comes out, we can kill it with one shot." .”
Wu Tuman was afraid that Yue Guanchao would do evil again, so he looked at the young man behind him: "Xiaolong, Xiaowu, help him open the coffin~"
Yue Guanchao and the other two villagers worked hard together, shouting slogans and slowly pushing the coffin lid open.
A handful of dust fell like snow, which showed that the coffin had been sealed for decades and had accumulated a lot of dirt. The older the wood, the heavier it became. It took them a while to push the lid open with a stick of incense.
With a bang, the coffin lid fell to the ground.
A layer of gray mist rose from the ground, and at the same time, the smell from the coffin spread out along the opening!
In an instant, everyone smelled an extremely unpleasant medicinal smell.
This taste was like being force-fed a pot of yellow lotus soup. It was so bitter that the whole body was shaking. As soon as I took a breath, it stuck firmly in the throat. No matter how hard I swallowed, I couldn't wash it away. They quickly backed away for more than ten meters. Dare to move forward.
Yue Guanchao was afraid that it would be the same situation as last time, so he quickly asked everyone to bite their tongues and cover their mouths and noses with cloth masks dipped in water.
"Uuuuu...are you okay?"
Yue Guanchao didn't feel any hallucinations in front of his eyes and asked other people, and they all shook their heads.
Lu Fengjian covered his nose and muttered through the mask: "Cough cough cough... We are all fine, but what is the smell of this medicine? It is unbearable."
Yue Guanchao shook his head at everyone:
"I don't know that, but I think the corpse inside was smeared with medicine, otherwise what we smell must be corpse odor, not this kind of traditional Chinese medicine smell."
"If you are brave enough, you can come with me to see the coffin!"
Yue Guanchao took A Niu and A Hu back to the coffin. As expected, the smell of the medicine became stronger and stronger. He lowered his head and looked into the coffin!
There were only a few thick layers of dry straw on the coffin board. An old man with white hair in a shroud lay sideways in the coffin, his body curled up like a cooked shrimp. Other than that, there was nothing else.
"It was so dangerous. I was thinking there was a zombie, but it turned out to be just an old man!"
Yue Guanchao breathed a big sigh of relief. Seeing that there was no danger, Song Siyuan and the others plucked up the courage to go around.
"Why did this old man die like this?"
Ah Ying's words reminded everyone present.
Song Siyuan also saw the suspicious points on the corpse:
"If he died of a long life, there should be funeral objects, and the old man would not be allowed to curl up in the coffin like this. We have to pull the old man out and see what happened to him."
After hearing this, Yue Guanchao was about to pick up the old man's body. Wu Tuman quickly opened him up with a shovel:
"You don't want to touch the body with your hands, as a young man like you. Once the corpse becomes popular, you will have to pretend to be dead. If there is a dead body, there will be no good results."
"Take out the black dog blood hemp rope!"
Utuman took the hemp rope handed over by Aniu, tied a knot around the body's neck, and then asked Ahu and Aniu to pull it to both sides.
The body seemed to be alive, rising up from the coffin.
Just now the old man was leaning sideways, so they couldn't see clearly. Now his body was pulled up, and no detail could be hidden under the flashlight.
The old man was not wearing a shroud, but a kind of ordinary clothes with an eagle pattern. His skin was like a shrunken black apple, withered and full of wrinkles.
Small pustules appeared all over the body, which dried up and turned into hard pimples. If you look closely, you can see that it is also covered with a layer of fine black hair!
The mouth, ears, eyes and nose felt swollen and twisted at a weird angle. One hand was covering his throat, the other hand was covering his stomach, and his mouth was open wide as if he was trying to scream!
Even if you don't look at these limbs, you can guess from his expression that he suffered great pain before his death.
"The corpse has only shrunk but not rotted, and there is no particularly strong medicinal smell on it. The smell we smell does not come from the corpse!"
Song Siyuan's eyes flashed, and she put on metal gloves and groped into the coffin.
When he raised his hand, there was indeed a dark liquid on it, sticky like melted brown syrup.
"I understand. It's because the coffin was smoked with liquid medicine that the body didn't rot for decades."
Song Siyuan continued to observe, and there were obviously some deep wrinkles on the old man's collar. She untied the old man's clothes and took a closer look.
Those black marks are not wrinkles, but scars caused by scratching!
She shined the flashlight on the old man's nails. The fingers had shrunk to the size of chicken feet, but the nails seemed to have been worn away by a blunt instrument, leaving only a short section with black and gray flesh embedded inside.
It can be expected that the nails were filled with bloody and bright red flesh. Looking at the old man's neck and chest, she immediately understood where the blood in the nails came from.
A trace of unbearability flashed in Song Siyuan's eyes, and her tone became lower and lower:
"I guess that the old man was nailed into the coffin alive. Due to the limited oxygen in the coffin, the old man's heart became extremely depressed after running out of oxygen, so he could only scratch his throat and chest with his hands until the blood and flesh in his chest were torn apart before he died. .”
Even though these people from the mountains didn't understand certain words, they could guess from the way they died that they were suffocated.
The light in Wutuman's eyes disappeared in an instant, and he said with a gloomy face: "Hangsheng, I think there is more to it. This old man was holding his stomach before he died. He must have been fed poison. Let me try."
