My master is invincible

Chapter 1919 Eight Immortals Gathering (1)

Could it be that the real coffin bearer is completely different from my current identity?

It was this thought that made me not ask any more questions, and led Uncle Huang and his son to rush forward.

When we arrived at the truck of the old yellow driver, it was almost three o'clock in the morning. The sky was full of stars and there was no moon, but the whole land was still brightly illuminated.

Standing by the side of the truck, I had two thoughts in my mind, one was to call the old driver Huang over, and the other was not to call the old driver Huang, and just open the rear door of the truck.

These two thoughts lingered in my mind for a while, and I immediately chose the second one. The reason is simple. Feeding the dead is an extremely hidden thing in itself, so it is naturally not easy to make noise.

In addition, the old Huang driver at this time was reckoned to be next to Yuan Qingtian, once he was called, it was very likely that Yuan Qingtian would be shocked.

At the moment, without any hesitation, I immediately discussed with Uncle Huang and Huang Hao.

As soon as the two of them heard that they wanted to open the door, Huang Hao immediately volunteered and said to me: "Brother Nine, this is a tricky thing. I will open the door of a truck like this in minutes."

Ok?
This is impossible!
The moment this thought flashed across my mind, Huang Hao looked around with a flashlight, and moved his feet towards that side.

After walking about seven steps, he stopped and picked up something at random, like a stone, or something else, round, one of which was particularly sharp.

Is he planning to smash the iron lock on the cargo compartment door?
Facts have proved that Huang Hao's technique is much more high-end than I imagined. He took the thing, walked to the back of the truck, and just fiddled with the iron lock for less than seven or eight seconds.

There was only a click, and the iron lock was actually opened.

Heck.

What's the situation?
When did iron locks become so easy to open?
At this moment, Uncle Huang smiled awkwardly, and said softly: "Xiao Jiu, my son, he didn't do business when he was young, and he only did that kind of stealthy things, so he..."

I understand.

If he guessed correctly, this Huang Hao used to do that job.

However, what I don't understand is, how did he end up as a coffin bearer?

That Huang Hao is good at observing words and expressions. When he saw my expression, he hurried over and said with a smile, "Ninth brother, don't listen to my dad's nonsense. After doing something, I squatted in the cell for more than half a year, and after I came out, I followed my dad to do this."

I nodded and didn't speak, after all, young people, which one has no rebellious thoughts.

Seeing that I didn't speak, Huang Hao quickly removed the iron lock on the truck, and the father and son opened the door of the truck.

I don't know if it was my illusion, or what happened, but the moment they opened the door of the truck, I could clearly feel a faint burning sensation coming from inside the truck.

This hot feeling is like a fire in the room and the door is suddenly opened.

This made me frown all of a sudden, Uncle Huang and Huang Hao seemed to have noticed this situation, and looked at me, meaning to ask me.

To be honest, I didn't know what was going on, so I took a flashlight and shone into the truck.

To my surprise, there was nothing wrong with the truck, except for a dead body near the left.

"Xiao Jiu, is this corpse abnormal?" Uncle Huang asked me.

When he said this, his voice seemed a bit worried.

I swallowed, and said softly: "It's hard to say for now, but I'm afraid it won't be so easy to feed the dead with yin and yang food."

Huang Hao interjected from the side: "That's right, the old man said that this yin and yang rice is no longer a worldly thing, it..."

Before he could finish speaking, Uncle Huang coughed immediately, "Ahem, cough, don't talk nonsense."

As soon as the words came out, Huang Hao immediately shut up and stopped talking, and smiled at me awkwardly, while Uncle Huang smiled and said to me: "Xiao Jiu, look at what this yin and yang meal is going to do." Hey?"

I glanced at him, and although I felt a little displeased that they were hiding it from me, I couldn't care less about the current situation, so I said, "Let's take a look at the corpse first!"

While talking, I climbed up on the truck, and Uncle Huang and Huang Hao followed suit.

When I got on the truck, I took a deep breath and didn't dare to step too hard, mainly because I was afraid of disturbing the tranquility of the deceased.

Uncle Huang and Huang Hao were both coffin bearers, so they naturally understood the truth, and their steps were extremely light.

When we got to the corpse, I took a flashlight and took a picture on the corpse, and found that the corpse looked quite normal, no different from when I left.

But, even so, I have a very strange feeling in my heart, that is, there seems to be some changes in this corpse, but I don't know what the specific changes are.

At that moment, I squatted down and slowly lifted the yellow paper covering the face of the corpse.

The moment the yellow paper was about to be lifted off by me, Uncle Huang grabbed my arm, shook his head at me, and said in a low voice, "Xiao Jiu, no."

"Why?" I subconsciously asked.

With a sullen face, he said: "The old man once told you not to lift the yellow paper, you must feed the yin and yang food into the mouth of the deceased through the yellow paper, once you lift the yellow paper, put the yin and yang food directly into the mouth of the deceased, it will cause death." The deceased will become dumb in the next life, or even congenitally disabled, which is a great evil, and we coffin bearers must not do such a thing."

Hearing what he said, I thought about it for a while. We don't have this kind of attention in Hunan, but maybe there is this kind of attention in Guangdong.

So, I quickly withdrew my hand and asked him: "Did the old man say how to feed the yin and yang rice?"

When Uncle Huang heard this, his expression sank, he looked at me a few times, then at the dead man lying on the ground, and said slowly: "Xiao Jiu, I...I...I don't know how to tell You talk about it."

"Is there any difficulty?" I asked hurriedly.

He faltered a few words, and said intermittently: "According to the old man, we don't need to feed yin and yang food, but... rather... let the dead... eat themselves."

"Ah!" I exclaimed, looking at Uncle Huang with astonishment.

Isn't this bullshit?

Since the deceased is already dead, how could he eat yin and yang by himself.

If the deceased can eat yin and yang food by himself, can he still be regarded as the deceased?

Immediately, I hurriedly said, "Uncle Huang, did you make a mistake?"

He shook his head and said in a deep voice, "No, my son was also there at the time, you can ask him to know."

I quickly looked over at Huang Hao, and saw him nodding and saying: "Ninth brother, that's true. Before the old man died, he greeted us again and again, and the deceased must eat his own yin and yang food."

Listening to what they said, there is only one thought in my mind, they must have heard it wrong.

How could the deceased eat yin and yang food by himself.

But, looking at their expressions, it doesn't look like they have misheard.

What exactly is going on?

Is it really necessary to let the dead eat their own yin and yang food?
For a while, I couldn't make up my mind at all, mainly because I felt that this matter was too unbelievable.

(End of this chapter)