Folk customs begin with the entire funeral procession

Chapter 26 Corpse

Aunt Mei's eyes lit up.

"Ah Fa, really?"

Zhong Fa nodded.

"Aunt Mei, you'll be reunited with Uncle Dong soon."

"That's great, that's great."

Aunt Mei rubbed her hands together and kept spinning around in place.

"Ah Fa, is there anything I can help you with?"

Aunt Mei suddenly asked.

"Not for now, Aunt Mei. You can rest for a while. I'll call you when I need you."

"Okay, okay, I'll be in the living room. Call me if you need anything."

Aunt Mei glanced longingly at the coffin before leaving the second bedroom.

Zhong Fa watched Aunt Mei's retreating figure, then turned around, took out a cigarette, and smoked three in a row.

After the cold energy within his body was suppressed by the warmth, Zhong Fa walked to the coffin and stood still.

click!
Zhong Fa opened the coffin lid by about forty centimeters, revealing Uncle Dong inside, dressed in a black funeral shroud.

Reaching out, Zhong Fa removed the copper coin mask covering Uncle Dong's face.

When he took off his mask, Zhong Fa felt a chill seep into him, but it was quickly dispelled by the warmth inside his body.

Placing the mask aside, Zhong Fa pressed his fingers against Dong Shu's face. After feeling the coldness and stiffness, Zhong Fa nodded.

His gaze shifted downwards, and Zhong Fa took the spirit-suppressing talisman that had been placed on Uncle Dong's chest and put it away.

The time has come, and there's no need for this spirit-suppressing talisman anymore.

He bent down, picked up the basin of crow's blood from the ground, and poured it into the coffin along the inner wall.

This crow blood was squeezed from the last few crows in Aunt Mei's house. It wasn't very useful, but it could gather more yin energy.

After the crow's blood had covered the bottom of the coffin, Zhong Fa took out the only corpse-controlling talisman he had.

"Master, if you truly accept me as your disciple, please bless me to succeed on my first try."

As Zhong Fa folded the corpse-controlling talisman into a triangle, he murmured to himself.

Zhong Fa unbuttoned Dong Shu's clothes, grabbed a small knife, and stabbed it into his heart.

The dull sensation came from the hilt of the knife, but it did not stop Zhong Fa's movements.

Slowly, a ten-centimeter-long incision appeared on Uncle Dong's chest.

Zhong Fa put down the knife, pried open the blade with his fingers, and inserted the corpse-controlling talisman into it.

After placing it in place, Zhong Fa used both hands to gently pinch the inelastic muscles around the incision, causing the incision to shrink and close.

"Although we don't have the same methods as the corpse stitchers, once the yin energy gathers and the corpse hardens, the cuts will be squeezed together, so it won't cause any harm."

After helping Uncle Dong get dressed, Zhong Fa turned around and lit the lotus oil lamp.

After a person dies, the three souls dissipate, leaving only the seven spirits within the body.

If the seven souls do not disperse, the corpse will not decay or perish.

However, the seven spirits belong to Yin and the three souls belong to Yang. Without the nourishment of Yang energy, the corpse will become stiff and unable to move.

If you want a corpse to move, yang energy needs to be introduced.

This yang energy cannot be too intense, so corpse oil is used as fuel for lotus lamps.

Corpse oil is the yin essence condensed from the seven souls. With the yin of this corpse, the yang of this corpse is generated. This is the key to the "Zhong Family Corpse-Driving Secret Record".

This is what Zhong Fa secretly memorized behind his master's back.

The "Zhong Family Corpse-Driving Secrets" contains three chapters: Corpse Raising, Corpse Refining, and Corpse Control. Zhong Fa was too flustered when he secretly read it and only remembered the general outline.

It took Zhong Fa a full twenty years to make up for the missing part of his memory!

If his master had passed on the "Zhong Family Corpse-Driving Secrets" to him, he would have already spread the name "Corpse-Driving Zhong" throughout all the sects and factions in the mountains over the past twenty years.

But it doesn't matter now.

Holding the lotus-shaped oil lamp, Zhong Fa placed it on the coffin lid.

Thus, all we need to do is wait for Uncle Dong to absorb enough Yin energy to achieve the body of a zombie before proceeding to the next step.

Zhong Fa took out his only remaining Yin-gathering talisman and placed it on Uncle Dong's chest.

A fingernail scratches the fingertip, blood splatters, the Yin-gathering talisman is activated!

Zhong Fa left the second bedroom and sat side by side with Aunt Mei on the living room sofa.

Aunt Mei clasped her hands tightly, while Chung Fa silently smoked.

The two of them stared silently at the unlit television in front of them, neither of them saying a word.

time flies.

Zhong Fa would go in every half hour and use tweezers to lift the wick of the lotus oil lamp a little higher to make the flame brighter.

This process lasted three times in total.

Each time he entered, Zhong Fa would smoke three cigarettes afterward to expel the yin energy from his body.

When only three cigarettes remained in Zhong Fa's cigarette case, the chill in the room suddenly vanished completely.

Zhong Fa's expression shifted, he put down the cigarette he had just taken out, and strode towards the second bedroom.

"Aunt Mei, come on, we'll need you in a bit."

Aunt Mei, who had been staring blankly on the sofa, suddenly stood up and followed Zhong Fa with a mixture of excitement and panic.

When Aunt Mei approached the coffin and looked at Uncle Dong inside, her nervous hand-wringing motion froze.

“Ah Fa, why does your Uncle Dong have so much white fur on him? What happened to him?”

"Aunt Mei, don't worry, it will be down soon." Zhong Fa took the lotus oil lamp off the coffin and placed it on a table beside it.

Turning his head, he dragged a drugged black goat out of a cage in the corner of the room.

The knife sliced ​​across the black goat's neck, and the blood flowed into the basin that had previously held the crow's blood.

After the blood had drained, Zhong Fa walked over to Uncle Dong and asked Aunt Mei to hold the basin.

A transparent tube was placed into the basin by Zhong Fa, and the other end of the tube was inserted into his own mouth.

After drawing most of the blood into the tube, Zhong Fa pinched his own end of the tube and then stuffed the tube opening into Uncle Dong's mouth.

When he let go, the blood in the tube began to flow continuously into Uncle Dong's mouth. At first, the blood would overflow from the corner of his mouth, but gradually, this phenomenon disappeared.

Uncle Dong is sucking!

Aunt Mei stood to the side, watching the liquid in the basin drop rapidly, somewhat at a loss.

"Ah Fa, why isn't Uncle Dong awake yet?"

"She'll wake up soon, Aunt Mei, don't worry."

As they spoke, the blood in the basin had already run dry.

After pulling out the tubes, Zhong Fa tossed the items aside.

He held a lotus-shaped oil lamp in his left hand and a long-handled copper bell in his right, moving away from the coffin, leaving Aunt Mei lying face down at the coffin's opening, staring blankly at the corpse inside.

"Aunt Mei, how is Uncle Dong doing now?"

Aunt Mei glanced at Zhong Fa, then lowered her head again.

“His white fur is starting to turn black, Ah Fa. The black fur is sticking to your Uncle Dong’s face. Can I remove it?”

Zhong Fa replied, "No need, this is normal. Aunt Mei, continue to observe. Call me when Uncle Dong wakes up."

"well."

Aunt Mei slowly pressed one cheek against the coffin, staring blankly at Uncle Dong.

Gradually, a smile appeared on her face.

"Winter, you've been sleeping for a long time. Get up, I bought you new clothes."

“Dong, these days, Meizi upstairs has gained weight again. He said he hasn’t seen you in a long time and is a little unaccustomed to it… Hehe, you always say behind his back that he’s as fat as a pig, but you didn’t expect that he still remembers you.”

“Dong, my daughter said a while ago that she wanted us to stay at her place, but I didn’t agree. I don’t want her to see you like this.”

“Winter, the family across the street always says we’re noisy. Once you wake up, let’s move out and go find our daughter.”

"Winter... I miss you so much. If you wake up, please look at me."

The sorrow and longing in her eyes left two glistening marks on her face. Aunt Mei slowly reached out and touched Uncle Dong's hairy cheek.

The moment the hand touched Uncle Dong, Uncle Dong's eyelids, which had been tightly closed for more than a month, moved.

Aunt Mei saw it clearly and quickly reached in with her other hand, cupping Uncle Dong's cheeks in both hands.

"Winter, are you awake? Winter, if you're awake, open your eyes and look at me."

Dongshu's eyelids twitched even more frequently.

Aunt Mei stood on tiptoe and pressed her body against the coffin, inserting half of her body inside.

She held the back of Dongshu's head with both hands, trying to lift his upper body.

Aunt Mei didn't notice that after her weight pressed down on the coffin, the four stools under the coffin started to creak.

Just as Aunt Mei was trying to bend Uncle Dong's stiff, wooden neck, the stool below finally gave way.

Bang!
The two stools in front of the coffin collapsed under the weight, causing the coffin to tip over and crash to the ground. Aunt Mei refused to let go and was also pulled to the ground.

The open coffin lid slid down due to inertia, pinning Aunt Mei's arms inside the coffin.

Aunt Mei let out a painful groan.

Zhong Fa, who was watching from the side, did not step forward, and Aunt Mei did not ask for help. She simply used her upper arm to slowly pry open the coffin lid.

"Don't be afraid, Dong, I'll open it for you right away, don't be afraid!"

As Aunt Mei struggled, the gap between the coffin lid and the coffin was pried open again, and Uncle Dong's face with his eyes open was fully revealed under the light.

Upon seeing this, Aunt Mei's face, which was covered in sweat, broke into a smile of surprise.

"winter……"

As the pent-up breath was released, the pressure from the coffin lid pressed down once more.

Aunt Mei no longer had the strength to push the coffin lid open again, and could only watch as the lid closed again, obscuring Uncle Dong's face in the darkness.

"winter!"

Bang!
A sudden soft sound interrupted Aunt Mei's cries.

A hand with black fingernails and black hair emerged from the gap in the coffin that Aunt Mei's arm was wedged in, and stopped the coffin lid from sliding down.

Aunt Mei was taken aback, then her face lit up with surprise: "Winter!"

Bang!
The coffin lid was pushed off and crashed to the ground.

Ignoring the pain in her arm, Aunt Mei peered into the coffin.

When I looked into Dongshu's eyes, which looked like they had cataracts.

Aunt Mei smiled.

She stretched out her hands and met Uncle Dong's hands that reached out from the coffin.

"Winter, you're awake."

Pfft!

Gudong!Gudong!
In the dimly lit room, only the sound of sucking could be heard.

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(End of this chapter)