Raising Ghosts Records

Chapter 227 The Red Right Hand

After my whole body was pressed into the coffin by that cold hand, I heard a bang, and the coffin lid was closed back.I was pushed face down into the coffin, and when I heard the sound, I screamed and turned over quickly, put my feet up and pushed up with all my strength, trying to push the coffin lid open.

This is the same coffin as the one on TV, the big one, different from the slender ones in the southern provinces, my body can bend my legs completely.However, this is almost useless. My leg strength can push at least three hundred catties, but it doesn't work at all, as if the coffin lid has been nailed, or there is an elephant standing on it.

I just didn't understand why a coffin suddenly fell, it was prepared for me, it was really infuriating, I was only 16 years old!

Seeing that the lid of the coffin could not be opened, I calmed down. It was estimated that the air inside would only be enough for me to breathe for 5 minutes, and I had to find a way to get out during these 5 minutes.I called Xiaomeng Kong twice, and she came out immediately, lying beside me and looking at me with a puzzled face, and asked Brother Tiaohe who are you playing hide and seek with?
I was speechless for a while, Xiao Mengkong couldn't know what happened outside in the bead, Tongtong knew it, if it was Tongtong, she would have come out just now.It seems that this little Mengkong is of no help to me, just a cute pet loli, but I still have to ask her.

I hurriedly told Xiao Mengkong that I was locked in a box by bad guys, can you see what the bad guys outside look like and how many there are.

When Xiao Mengkong heard that I was not playing hide-and-seek, but was locked in a box by bad guys, her face immediately became terrified, and she immediately said to go out and have a look and let me wait.As she said that, she tried to drill out, but it was as solid as someone drilling into a wall. She changed the position to drill again, but still couldn't get out.Next, Xiao Mengkong drilled almost a dozen positions, but she couldn't get out. She cried anxiously and asked me why she couldn't get out!
I do not know either!I don't have time to explain to her right now, and I don't know myself, so I can only tell her to go back to the bead.At this moment, the air in the coffin is getting less and less, and my breathing is obviously much faster. I have to find a way quickly, otherwise I will suffocate to death here.

Little brother Qinshou and I came to Ruili for the first time, and we had no enemies. This encounter was so inexplicable, I must figure it out.I kept calm and closed my eyes, and began to recite the meditation mantra in my heart, thinking that it would be the same as Monkey King being imprisoned in the magic weapon and escaped from his body.

However, I failed. After leaving the body, I was the same as Xiaomengkong, and I couldn't get out no matter how hard I tried. It seems that this coffin is not an ordinary coffin, but a special magic weapon coffin.Such a coffin is not for burying the dead, but a cell for trapping the soul.But it is obviously not an ordinary character, and it is likely to be created for a powerful thing.But the thing escaped, so the coffin was empty.

I immediately thought of the wet and cold hand that pressed me just now. The owner of this hand must not be a human being. Could it be something locked in this coffin!I pushed the lid of the coffin just now, did I let this thing out? It is very likely that someone deliberately lured me here, and wanted to use my hand to open the coffin and let the things inside go out.But it doesn't make sense, since I just opened it, why can't I open it now?

I don't understand, these questions are too messy, I don't have time to think so much, I can only go back to my body if I can't get out.It's hard to breathe now, like having a stuffy nose and wearing ten masks, and then hiding in two layers of blankets to sleep, it's so uncomfortable!

There is only one way to try, I clenched my right hand into a fist, pressed the blood ring close to my chest, and silently shouted in my heart, Great God, Great Immortal!If you can hear me, please help me, I'm going to die soon, please help me, if you don't come to save me, in a few minutes, you will only be able to wear it on the finger of a corpse.I begged my grandpa to sue my grandma in my heart, although I don't know if it will work, but all my hopes are on it.

After shouting several times in my heart, I was not disappointed, and something miraculous happened.The blood ring started to turn red and hot, it was so hot that my teeth were almost crushed, but I still had to endure it.

About ten seconds after the blood ring turned red, my right middle finger also turned red, followed by the whole fist.Finally, the red spread to the arms and shoulders, and it looked like a red-hot steel rod.

I was very conscious, so I felt very painful. It was so painful to put my hand into the boiling water, and it was strange that I could hold it back.In the next short period of time, I felt that my personality seemed to be another person, and many strange memories emerged.Those memories are so far away, like tens of thousands of years ago, but I can't remember where I am, let alone who I am at the moment
Suddenly, I found that I was trapped in a narrow space, and I couldn't help but feel angry. I clenched the red hand into a fist and punched upward angrily.

There was a loud "bang", and the heavy coffin lid was blown away by my fist, and it rushed high and smashed through the roof.A few seconds later, two falling sounds were heard. After the coffin lid broke through the roof, it flew out at least a hundred meters, broke in two and fell to the ground.

Moonlight shot down from the roof broken by the coffin cover, and my mouse demon eyes recovered immediately, and the whole room instantly became as bright as daytime.I immediately jumped out of the coffin, panting heavily, and the moment my right hand knocked off the coffin lid, it returned to normal from red.

I raised my right hand and looked again. The scene just now was like a dream. Although it happened less than a minute ago, my memory was blurred when I recalled it.Just looking at the broken roof and the uncovered coffin next to me, let me know that I really punched the coffin lid off just now.This is unbelievable. The punch I made with my hand was at least two tons strong, and my right hand was not injured at all.

After seeing that I was not injured, I began to look around, and there were no rooms in the house, just like a large classroom.Such a structure should be the warehouse of rich landlords in the past, and it was used for storing various agricultural tools.A large copper bell hangs in the middle of the house, and it is making an ethereal jingling sound, as if it came from another world.And there was a person standing under the big copper bell, an old monk who was very thin and black like a mummy.The old monk was looking at me incredulously, with a hint of fear on his face, maybe I just scared him by knocking the coffin lid hundreds of meters away with my punch!

This old monk is barefoot, black and African, and his age cannot be guessed. He is about 1.5 meters tall.He was wearing a tattered and old red-brown monk's robe, exposing half of his chest and shoulders.What surprised me was that he had three hands. In addition to his normal two hands, he also had one on his chest.

Different from the normal two hands, the hand on the chest is very small, pink and tender, just like the hand of a three-year-old child was cut off and put on.I have excellent eyesight, and I can see that this hand has indeed grown out of his chest, and it is still moving, and it is holding a string of black beads.

Monks dressed in this way can be seen on TV, but they are not owned by Chinese Buddhism or temples.I wondered if I had come to Myanmar. If so, the ghosts in this deserted village were not Chinese. No wonder the village has not been demolished for hundreds of years, which is not in line with the national conditions.

The skinny old monk stared at me, and I stared at him like that. After about 2 minutes, he spoke.But I couldn't understand what he was saying. He said a few words in a row, and his expression seemed to be asking me something, but I really couldn't understand a word, so I was too lazy to answer him.

Seeing that I couldn't understand, the strange monk asked another language, but I still couldn't understand, until he yelled out the four crappy Mandarin Chinese Ruili.

I nodded, wiped off my sweat, and asked who this old monk was and why he was in this ghost village late at night.

As I guessed, he couldn't understand my words and couldn't communicate. I don't know if he pushed me into the coffin just now, and who was the coughing person.I don't know, although I can see it now, but there is no one in the corner where someone coughed just now. After I came out of the coffin, this weird old monk was in front of me.

(End of this chapter)