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Chapter 222 The Fireworks World, An Taiping 6

Uncle Zhang withdrew his hand a little nervously, and exchanged a glance with Lan Shuying who happened to turn around.

The strange thing is that after seeing the child's quiet eyes, he actually felt a little more at ease in his heart.

Because he believed the dumb girl's mother's appearance, since then, Uncle Zhang didn't think of Lan Shuying as a child who needed to be protected, because she was a descendant of the demon descendant.

However, at this age, it is impossible for him to let a child come forward.

Uncle Zhang stood in front of Lan Shuying, cupped his hands and said to the tall and thin man, "A relative of mine died unfortunately and is parked in this village. Because he walked strangely, we came here to check one or two, and I hope you will take care of me. Keep quiet."

As he spoke, he took out a small bag of copper and handed it to the tall and thin man.

Such a remote place instinctively rejects autopsies, especially the corpse of Lao Deng, which is obviously related to those things.The townspeople knew more or less about it, so they didn't even find the family of the deceased, so they carried it away and burned it.

If the townspeople knew that they had come to do the autopsy, it might cause trouble.

They came here to invite people from Taoist sect to go to Qinghe County to subdue that female ghost from the ancient tomb, so it's not convenient to cause trouble.

This is the reason why the two took advantage of the night to go out.

It stands to reason that at this point, even for the sake of money, he should give way. Unexpectedly, the tall and thin man sneered at the bag of coppers, didn't take it at all, shook his head and walked away, muttering: " What is there to see when people are dead, I am crazy, I am too lazy to waste time with you, I am going to find the old smoker to drink..."

This is the second time Lan Shuying has heard the name Lao Yangan.

She remembered that the townspeople said that the salesman got into trouble at the Temple of the Green Snake Empress by drinking too much with the old smokers in the village.

The thin and tall man didn't take the money, and his attitude seemed to be that he didn't want to get involved. Uncle Zhang heaved a sigh of relief and murmured, "He shouldn't make any noise."

Lan Shuying tugged at the corner of his clothes, "Uncle, let's go in, it's dark inside, be careful, call me if you feel something wrong."

Yizhuang was not originally a place dedicated to mortuaries, but a gradually formed rule.

The two walked through the gate and the small courtyard, but they didn't see anyone from Shouyi Village. The moonlight was even darker here, and it seemed that it couldn't penetrate.There was silence everywhere, and the white candles in the hole in the wall illuminated the thin coffins, and some coffins were sealed with yellow talismans, which made people think about it.

Uncle Zhang is in trouble. With so many coffins, which one belongs to Lao Deng?

Lan Shuying silently opened her ghost pupils.

When I opened my eyes, I felt that everything here was "alive".

Death air as thick as ink and purple-black evil air flowed around him. If the ghost king was here, he would probably be so happy that he would take off.Lan Shuying also feels that it is almost effortless to open the ghost pupils here, because there is a steady stream of energy flowing into the eyes at any time, which is the most suitable for her.

Normally speaking, those who died tragically, those who were wronged, and those who had unrevenged vengeance, these three kinds of corpses exude the strongest evil spirit, and the more they get older, the stronger they become.

Lao Deng's corpse was an exception.

In the evening, the evil spirit it emitted was almost comparable to that of a corpse over five years old.

Lan Shuying calmly watched the grotesque figures wrestling on the coffin.

Afraid that Uncle Zhang would touch him randomly, she pinched his forearm all the time.Looking for the evil spirit of Lao Deng, he found the corpse in the straw mat on the left side of the gate.

Uncle Zhang approached with a candle, Lan Shuying turned her head and was speechless for a while.

Candlelight shines on Uncle Zhang's face in cold sweat, and behind him there are more than a dozen faces with crippled faces, all of them staring at this place. Come up to watch the fun.

A mischievous guy even took his head off and put it on Uncle Zhang's left shoulder, sticking out a scarlet and foul-smelling tongue, flicking his tongue up and down in front of Uncle Zhang's eyes as if playing with an elastic rope.

Uncle Zhang didn't understand why, seeing her not moving, he thought she was afraid, and asked, "Girl, why don't you get up and get a candle, and I'll come and see?"

He suddenly felt that what he had done today was a bit too much: Although the dumb girl stepped into this road with half her foot, she was just a girl after all. Autopsy, it's too hard for her!

Lan Shuying smiled a little weirdly: "No, uncle, you can get closer, you can't see clearly from a distance."

"Eh, good."

She pulled Uncle Zhang behind her, and the tongue-playing ghost probably suddenly felt bored and walked away.

Uncle Zhang refused to let her participate in the autopsy process, but Lan Shuying stood there and glanced at it occasionally, and she also saw the problem - Lao Deng didn't have a single wound on his body.If it was really bitten by a poisonous snake, at least it should be able to find the place where it fits with the snake's teeth, but let alone that kind of opening now, I can't even find the pimple from the mosquito bite.

Uncle Zhang thoughtfully helped Lao Deng put his clothes back on, when suddenly his little finger touched something hard.

He opened Lao Deng's pocket and found a round sterling silver bracelet.

A dozen or so thin threads were tied together, and there were two bells adorning the bottom. They shook subconsciously, but there was no sound. He took a closer look with a candle, and the bells were blocked with cotton balls.

"This thing... I haven't seen him take it before."

Lan Shuying snatched the bracelet with her hands, wrapped it with her handkerchief, and silently transported a karmic fire to burn off the entangled evil spirit.

Uncle Zhang thought she liked it, and felt even more guilty. He was usually busy with the pawnshop business, and he didn't think about buying some hairpin bracelets for this girl. "Hey, girl, uncle will go back and buy you a good one."

The implication is, don't take other people's relics.

Lan Shuying: "..."

Standing among a group of curious ghosts, feeling the cold air coming from all directions, she coughed lightly and explained, "This bracelet is the cause of his death."

Uncle Zhang didn't speak, but the ghosts started frying the pot first.

After a brief silence, a group of strangely shaped ghosts frantically pushed and shoved, with only one goal, to grab that bracelet!

The Yizhuang is full of evil spirits with a rancid smell, which is very harmful to the human body. Lan Shuying waits for Uncle Zhang to arrange Lao Deng well and go out with him.

There is a strong evil spirit wrapped around this bracelet, and it was blocked by a red cloth before, but these ordinary ghosts didn't notice, but Uncle Zhang took it out rashly, for example, it was like suddenly lighting up a lamp in the dark night, and approaching it Look, hey, there is a box of gold ingots under the lamp, and ghost eyes are shining.

Seeing that the treasure was about to be taken away, the ghosts of Yizhuang stopped fighting and gathered in a tacit understanding.

A series of translucent shadows blocked around the two of them.

Uncle Zhang felt chills all over his body. Combined with the position he was in, he immediately thought that there was something next to him, and after silently reciting the Heart Sutra for a while, the chill did not subside, but he shivered from the cold.

The tongue-playing ghost, Jie Jie, leaned in front of him with a grin, almost nose to nose, and looked closely at the uneasiness in his eyes.

At this time, two shadows appeared at the gate.

(End of this chapter)