My master is invincible

Chapter 1922 Eight Immortals Gathering (4)

Listening to Huang Hao's words, I instinctively looked towards the truck.

I found that the truck was parked in the same place, motionless, and I listened carefully, but there was no sound at all.

Heck.

Could it be that Huang Hao was hallucinating?

What surprised me was that Uncle Huang seemed to have heard that voice, staring at the truck, and asked me in a trembling voice, "Xiao Jiu, did you hear that voice?"

I glanced at him suspiciously, shook my head and said, "No, what did you hear?"

His complexion changed suddenly, and he lowered his voice, saying, "It seems...someone is...eating in the truck."

When I heard that, I stared at him intently.

impossible!

How can it be!

When we came out, there was only one body in the van.

How could someone be inside.

impossible.

They must have heard wrong.

I hurriedly said, "Did you hear wrong?"

Uncle Huang shook his head immediately, and said in a deep voice, "Impossible, there must be someone in that truck."

"Yeah, brother nine, I heard it too, it seems to be quite loud." Huang Hao who was beside him also added.

Listening to what they said, I thought about it for a while.

Is there really someone?
This is impossible.

There was absolutely no one in there.

But, if they really followed what they said, they heard a noise inside.

Is it….

I shook my head vigorously, waved away the thoughts in my mind, and prepared to go over to see what happened.

and many more.

If it is as I guessed.

Does it mess things up once I get past it?
At that moment, I took a deep breath, suppressed the doubt in my heart, grabbed Uncle Huang and Huang Hao who were about to go over, and shook my head at them, "Wait a minute."

Uncle Huang didn't seem to understand what I meant, so he hurriedly asked, "Xiao Jiu, are you not afraid that the corpse will be stolen? You know, this corpse is the most important thing in Yuan Qingtian's plan this time."

I naturally understood what he meant, after all, the old man once told me something about Yuan Qingtian.

If he guessed correctly, then Yuan Qingtian should benefit from these three corpses to achieve his goal.

Without any hesitation, I quickly explained: "Don't worry, the body will never be stolen."

After I finished speaking, I stared at the compartment of the truck and stopped talking.

And Uncle Huang and Huang Hao listened to my words and seemed to believe me, so they sat next to me and stared at the carriage without saying a word.

Just like that, another 3 minutes passed.

During these 3 minutes, Uncle Huang spoke to me three times.

For the first time, he said to me: "Xiao Jiu, there is another voice coming from over there."

The second time, he said to me: "Xiao Jiu, that voice is getting louder."

The third time, he said to me: "Xiao Jiu, I seem to hear the sound of the carriage door opening."

Hearing his words for the third time, I quickly looked towards the truck, and found that the door of the truck was closed tightly, and there was no sign of pushing it!

However, I seem to understand something in my heart.

If you guessed right, the yin-yang meal should have been in the mouth of the deceased.

To be honest, I don't know why I think so, maybe it's intuition, or maybe it's other factors.

Without any hesitation, I quickly ran towards the side of the truck.

When I ran to the side of the truck, I pulled the door and pulled hard
A swipe.

The door opened.

To my surprise, the moment I opened the car door.

There was a strange atmosphere in the whole car.

The atmosphere was nothing like the one I had when I left the van.

If we say that when we left earlier, the atmosphere inside the van was quite fresh.

Well, now, the atmosphere inside the truck is quite oppressive, making it difficult to breathe.

At this moment, Uncle Huang came over.

He also seemed to feel that the atmosphere was not right, and looked into the truck with his eyes.

Just looking at it, he couldn't look back.

I followed his gaze and found a ball of rice the size of two fingers pressing on the mouth of the deceased.

Strictly speaking, the yin-yang rice was placed on the yellow paper, and the yellow paper was slightly recessed, just in line with the deceased's teeth.

wipe.

really ate.

It really is hell.

What exactly is going on?

Why does Yin Yang Fan appear in that position?

Did someone really appear on this truck before?

Impossible, I just kept staring at the truck, absolutely no one got into the truck.

However, now the yin and yang meal happened to appear in the mouth of the deceased again.

Honestly, I really can't explain why.

However, this scene appeared before my eyes again.

This made me stunned for a long time, until Uncle Huang pulled me, and then I came back to my senses.

The moment I came back to my senses, Uncle Huang said to me, "Xiao Jiu, what you said about the world is really strange!"

I nodded and didn't speak, mainly because what he said was reasonable.

For example, there is absolutely no way to explain the scene in front of you with science.

"Yes." Huang Hao muttered beside him.

I raised my eyes and looked at the two of them, but I couldn't say anything, and I attributed all the weirdness to the effect of Yin Yang Rice.

Perhaps it is the effect of yin and yang rice.

Or maybe other factors.

However, at this time, I am not in the mood to understand all this. For me, I just need to put the yin and yang meal into the mouth of the dead.

With this in mind, I squatted down and roughly checked the body of the deceased.

After this inspection, I came to a conclusion, that is, the corpse of the deceased seemed to have softened a lot, and the nails that were originally bright red also turned white at this time, as if the corpse had been injected with blood.

After staring at the dead body for a while, I took a deep breath, got up slowly, and was about to get out of the car.

"Xiao Jiu, the old man said that if the Yin-Yang Rice is successful, it's best to hold a handful of dirt by the side." Uncle Huang greeted from the side.

I hurriedly asked: "Why?"

He frowned, groaned for a while, and didn't say anything.

I asked again, "Why do you hold the dirt!"

He looked up at me, and said falteringly: "I don't know the reason, but what the old man said is that it seems to be safe in the ground!"

Safe in the ground?

I really can't figure out what he means.

Just such a handful of soil, can the dead be buried in peace?
However, the old man said so, and I didn't go into it further, so I followed the old man's instructions, found a handful of soil near the truck, and put it at the heel of the deceased.

After the soil was put in, I patted the soil in my palms and was about to jump out of the car.

I don't know if I was thinking too much, or what was going on, but the moment I was about to jump off the car, I seemed to feel the corpse move.

Strictly speaking, it was the eyeballs of the corpse that moved.

This made me immediately turn my head and look at the corpse, only to find that the yellow paper was covering the face of the deceased without any movement.

(End of this chapter)