snake coffin

Chapter 128 Keeping the Promise
Aunt Liu didn't want to talk about him, so she said to me: "His wife must still be alive. Now that he has money, even if he doesn't want to marry, others will be matchmakers for him."

Repeatedly confessed: "If you want to use money, you can ask me to take it, don't ask others to borrow money. If it is less, you can use it. If it is more, you can pay it back when your parents come back."

It seemed that Aunt Liu was being asked to cook noodles over there, so I hung up the phone, looked at Mo Xiu and said, "I found the source of my resentment."

I put the call with Aunt Liu on speakerphone, so they all heard it.

I thought of what Qian Jiugui said about the old lady who had lung cancer, and she is still alive.

It's a pity that there are too many people today and I didn't ask who the drunkard is.

If Aunt Liu is right, Mr. Mou's resentment became more intense after his wife got cancer and was defrauded of all the money by a health care product seller and committed suicide.

Maybe because of what my dad did, he somehow became one of the evil coffins.

So he turned all the teachers who came to give lectures and sell health products into "Tai Sui".

Qin Mi Po was in front and sighed deeply.

When we arrived at Mr. Mou's base again, we saw my electric car parked there safely.

And also took out the charger from the back seat to charge the electric car.

Mo Xiu handed Abao in his arms to me: "If anything happens, wake him up."

Abao's fighting ability is still good, at least a little better than mine.

Xiao Xingye was a little timid, but he still followed us in.

Mr. Mou did not have a conference room this time. When we went to the big shed at the back, we saw that all the big tanks were open.

One after another, things like tree roots and infusion tubes were led from each tank to a pit in the middle of the greenhouse.

"Coming?" Mr. Mou was sitting by the pit, holding the string of Buddhist beads in his hand and spinning them slowly.

He also had many such tree roots on his back, which fell directly into the pit.

Just beside the pit, there are several "Tai Sui" seeds that were not put into the tank, but placed on the ground in the open air.

The heads of those Tai Sui people had their facial features sealed off, but they were still writhing in pain. They looked like the staff members who were taken away in the movie theater.

"It's almost there." Mr. Mou turned the Buddha beads and looked into the pit, with a smile on his slightly fat face: "Long Ling, when your father left, he asked me to take care of you. Look, I couldn't do it either." Take care of you."

Judging by his appearance, he didn't seem to intend to run away.

Mo Xiu led us through one large tank after another.

Each "Tai Sui" seemed to have had the vitality sucked out of it, and slowly became shriveled up. The heads with their facial features sealed were twisting in pain, but they could not make a sound.

When I walked to the edge of the pit, I saw a coffin buried inside. It was very ordinary, the kind of ready-made coffin that is painted black and sold in longevity stores.

There was a woman lying inside, she looked to be in her twenties, her face was a little yellow, and she was ordinary in both clothing and appearance.

It's just that all the tree roots were stuck in the coffin she was lying on, and her somewhat shriveled body seemed to gradually become plump.

"After turning into Tai Sui, you can't turn into a human again, so they can't be saved." Mr. Mou turned to look at me, his eyes falling on my belly: "If it weren't for you, a snake fetus, she would have died one day. Wake up."

"She's already dead, even if she comes back to life..." I looked at the woman in the coffin, and said to Mr. Mou: "It will only be like Qian Jiugui and the others, just eating the so-called Tai Sui meat and turning into a living creature." corpses. They can't see the sun, can't eat..."

"Ali is not dead!" Mr. Mou stopped turning his beads, stared at me and whispered, "I am the one who died!"

He tore off his clothes violently, only to see thin white hairs growing under the loose cultural shirt, and countless tree roots turning over on his back.

"Ali has always been alive." Mr. Mou looked down at the woman in the coffin and said softly, "I promised her that I would take care of her regardless of birth, old age, illness or death. Those who accompany her, even if she dies, I will take care of her." stay with her."

I suddenly didn't know what to say and turned to look at Mo Xiu.

He nodded slightly towards me.

In other words, this Ali is really dead.

"This is what my dad told you, right?" I hugged A Bao and imitated Mr. Mou, lowering my voice: "He told you to raise these Tai Sui, right?"

"No, I did it voluntarily." Mr. Mou looked up at me, the blood on his face slowly faded: "Long Ling, you have grown up, and you are no longer the one who was cheated out of the piggy bank by your mother. For 20 yuan, it’s just a crying child holding a jar.”

"There are some things that you have to see and think for yourself, instead of listening to what others say." Mr. Mou looked at me and actually smiled: "You chased your dad all the way to my house, and you wanted to take the money back. You might Can not remember."

"Your dad has done a lot for you. I promised your dad that after he left, I would take care of you. But I also promised Ali that I would always be with her..." Mr. Mou turned his head and looked at the hole. The staff on the side are slowly starting to deflate.

He said in a deep voice: "These people deserve to die. Ali originally had money for chemotherapy, but it was they who sold health products who deceived her into believing that eating it can prevent and cure cancer. Ali gave them all the money donated by her neighbors. But what I bought was just a few boxes of oral liquid.”

"Ali didn't have the face to see her neighbors, that's why she committed suicide. But I'm not lying..." Mr. Mou's voice slowed down, and he said with a low smile, "I said I wouldn't let Uncle Qian and the others die. None of them died. All living well."

"Look..." Mr. Mou turned his hand and pointed at the jars where Tai Sui was raised: "Each one of them is a teacher from outside. They are all habitual offenders. They are the ones who say that people who take their medicine can live forever. I will feed those old people with their meat, so that they can keep their promise."

"It's like I promised Ali that I will always be with him." Mr. Mou said at the end, still staring at Ali in the coffin with deep eyes.

I was so close that I could see that there was a huge scar on Ali's wrist, and even with the nourishment of these tree roots, it still hadn't healed.

I hugged Abao, looked at Mr. Mou, and just tried to say: "Are you the first to become like this?"

There are eight eight evil coffins in total. The first two were built in a hurry in the past two years, so Li Qian and the child have not developed consciousness at all.

But if Mr. Mou made this when I was in elementary school, it would be at least six years old.

"No." Boss Mou shook his head and looked at me deeply: "Long Ling, the others are better than me. You should listen to your parents and wait in the town with peace of mind, don't go out."

I also wanted to ask my dad what he said when he left, but I saw that the bracelet in Mr. Mou's hand seemed to be torn off, and the beads fell into the coffin with a crash.

At the same time, all the "Tai Sui" screamed, and the "Tai Sui" beside the pit instantly became shriveled, and then cracked open.

Mr. Mou and Ali in the coffin suddenly swelled up, like two blown up balloons, and then collided.

Countless amounts of medicinal powder flew up from the middle of the fried "Tai Sui". I hurriedly covered Abao's mouth and nose, holding my breath and retreating.

Mo Xiu stood there without moving, looked at Mr. Mou and said, "What do you mean?"

Mr. Mou twisted his head in a weird posture, then looked at me and smiled: "Long Ling, I promised your father to take good care of you. But I also promised Ali that I would always be with her. And I also I know that Lord Snake can restrain Snake Coffin and will not leave me alone. So, this is the best way I can do."

At the same time, Mr. Mou and Ali seemed to explode instantly.

Countless spore-like powders flew out of their bodies, and it seemed that nothing could be seen in the entire greenhouse.

At the same time, something "instigated" to crawl underground.

I didn't expect it to be like this, so I had to cover Abao's head in my arms, hold my breath tightly, and walk out based on my memory.

But as soon as I moved, I felt a weight on my waist, and Mo Xiu hugged me and came out directly.

With a wave of his hand, a ray of fire fell on the greenhouse.

The entire shed instantly ignited, and the raging flames shot into the sky, but it was very quiet inside.

There was no "roaring" or screaming, it seemed to be burning quietly like that.

"What about Mr. Mou and Xie Coffin?" Xiao Xingye covered his mouth and nose with his clothes, looked at Mo Xiu and said, "Did he escape?"

Moxiu just looked downcast and hugged me tightly.

Looking at the flames, he said in a deep voice, "They didn't escape, but were destroyed together."

Qin Mipo also said in a deep voice: "He never planned to escape from the beginning, because even if all Tai Sui supported him, Ali would not be alive. He knew that it was meaningless to continue like this."

When saying this, Qin Mipo glanced at Mo Xiu.

Then he bent his waist and walked slowly outside.

I raised my head and glanced at Mo Xiu, but he held me tightly and gently caressed my waist with his hands.

"If Mr. Mou made this evil coffin to revive Ali, then why did Mr. Mou not Ali be resurrected from the evil coffin?" I hugged Ah Bao tightly and looked up at Mo Xiu.

This is obviously different from the snake coffin, which was made by Long Ling in order to resurrect "Mo Xiu".

But the snake coffin's consciousness turned out to be the cultivator Mo who Liu Longting said died first?
It's the exact opposite of Mr. Mou's evil coffin, isn't it?
(End of this chapter)