My master is the coffin

Chapter 564
Bomb looked at us with some embarrassment. Judging from what he meant, it seemed that the family scandal should not be exposed.

He laughed twice, pretending to be open-minded, and said: "Forget it, forget it. Anyway, we are about to be reincarnated, and these bastards can do whatever they want."

Tulum and Butcher agreed: "Yes, yes, we are going to reincarnate anyway, so it's nothing to worry about."

The few of us can only laugh, it is really hard to say anything.

When we got to the village, Wushuang and I shouted happily: "Attention fellow villagers, you are going to move the grave."

We shouted out with this voice.The villagers really came out in dense numbers.They all ran over with pots and pans and made a lot of noise.

The abbot looked at these people with some concern: "What are they doing? Fighting in groups?"

I shook my head: "It shouldn't be, is there a gang fight with a pot?"

We didn't discuss a result, but those villagers told us.They picked up those pots with a jerk and threw them at us.

Suddenly, a strong smell of blood spread, and large groups of blood stained our bodies.

We ran away in embarrassment and subconsciously shouted: "What is this?"

Ksitigarbha's bald head has now turned into a blood gourd. He clasped his palms together and said, "It should be the blood of a black dog."

Sure enough, those villagers yelled: "Use the blood of the black dog to drive away the ghost, and the factory can start working."

Bomb was furious: "In order to earn some money, do you have to plot against your own ancestors?"

It's a pity that the villagers couldn't hear his stern and stern shouting.

Tulum said: "Give them some color. Butcher, don't hurt them, go."

The butcher agreed, and then a whirlwind blew up on the flat ground, and I saw him rush over.

With a light wave of the butcher's arm, a villager was thrown flying, and rushed into the crowd, beating and kicking, and soon, those villagers were knocked down in disarray.

The villagers couldn't see the butcher, but they could feel that an invisible force, so powerful that it was hard to match, knocked them to the ground without warning.

This invisible and intangible mysterious power is especially frightening.Therefore, after these villagers got up, they became submissive.

At this time, the Big Three led the ghosts to appear.

When the villagers saw these grotesque ghosts, they were frightened out of their wits and ran away one after another.

With a wave of his hand, the ghosts rushed up and surrounded the villagers.

Then the tumor on his stomach trembled, and he said loudly: "The ancestral grave must be moved. As for how to move it, I will leave it to Brother Xu You. If anyone keeps giving orders, then go underground and accompany us."

This threat really stunned the villagers.They were obedient, and it seemed that they all agreed.

Bomb said: "Brother Xu You, I will leave the rest to you."

I nodded, punched the bomb, and then the two groups of us bid farewell to each other.

After all the ghosts left, the villagers came over unfriendly.Although they didn't dare to do anything to us, their eyes were very unfriendly.

One of them asked strangely: "Master Xu, when will we move the grave?"

I replied lightly: "Now."

There was a burst of dissatisfaction from the villagers: "Moving the grave now? In the middle of the night, what if you dig it wrong? What if a ghost gets on your body? Let's not sleep?"

All the ears were full of dissenting voices.So much so that the thin woman who has been on my side hesitated, she asked: "Why don't we wait until tomorrow day?"

I shook my head: "These people are not dissatisfied with time, but dissatisfied with me. No matter what I do, they will say it is wrong."

Then I waved my hand: "Relocate the grave immediately, and finish it before dawn. The rooster crows as a sign. If someone's grave is not completed by then, and my ancestors have taken it away, I can't blame me."

When the villagers heard this, they didn't dare to neglect.The adults held tools, and the children carried flashlights, and marched in the direction of the ancestral grave.

The flashlight illuminated the night, and the ancestral graves of every family were dug up, and then I heard a burst of exclamation.They also found black water soaked in the soil, soaking the bones of their ancestors.

No matter how hard-hearted a person is, seeing this scene still makes him a little uncomfortable.

In the middle of the night, the bones of these people were washed, wrapped in white cloth, and buried again.

After the villagers finished all this, they did not disperse, but whispered.

I listened curiously, and one of them asked, "Is this factory going to stop in the future?"

Another said: "It must be impossible, haven't you heard? Those ghosts are so vicious that they scared the boss away."

The surrounding villagers sighed: "It's a pity, it's a pity."

The rest of the people felt the same way: "Isn't it? What a pity."

Then, someone suggested: "Since the factory is closed, isn't the equipment in it wasted? If it is taken away, it would be good to sell some scrap steel."

Several other people nodded again and again: "It's really good."

The idea quickly spread.Then the villagers swarmed and ran towards the factory.

Throughout the night, there was the muffled sound of iron slamming from the direction of the factory.

We fell asleep at the thin woman's house, and when we woke up again, we saw piles of scrap iron stacked high in the yard of every house.

We went to the street and saw that the bodies of the bombers had recovered. They clasped their fists at me and said, "Brother Xu You, thank you, we are going to be reincarnated."

Wushuang said: "Reincarnation? Now, is it possible to reincarnate?"

Bomb wondered: "What do you mean? Why can't you reincarnate?"

Wushuang thought for a while, and said: "If you are really taken to the underworld, don't be in a hurry to reincarnate, and find a way to delay it, we will arrive later, and we will go to the underworld to find you."

What Wushuang said was a bit inexplicable, but the bombers didn't ask any more questions. They all nodded and said, "You guys, it's worth waiting. Don't worry."

The bomb said: "The tortoise is still at the bottom of the river. It needs to rest for a few days before waking up again. You'd better wait for it."

Then, they left.

Those workers who moved the factory back home were quite excited at the beginning, after all, they picked up something predatory.But soon, they had nothing to do, and they became dissatisfied.

Most people blamed Sang Huai and scolded us, saying that we had cut off their money.

We didn't respond to this statement, we just hid in the skinny woman's house.Chatting all day.The abbot's edema has gradually subsided, and the thin woman has gained a few taels of flesh, but she is still very thin.

Three days later, there was still no movement from Bi Xi, and we were already a little impatient for waiting.

One day, the skinny woman's husband came back from the outside drunk and saw the three of us sitting in the living room, looking very angry, pointing at us and cursing.It is too immoral to say that we cut off people's jobs, and there is no ass hole in having children.

These words are too filthy, no matter how well-trained we are, we can't bear to listen to them.We didn't want to fight, so we called out to the thin woman.He walked out silently.

When we had just walked out of the far door, we suddenly heard a thin woman crying inside.

We looked back curiously and saw the man lying on the ground, twitching non-stop.Coughing vigorously in his mouth, there was a little blood in the sputum.

The woman was frightened and called the hospital.

Although Sanha Village is just a village, it cannot afford to be rich.The hospital liked doing business with them, so the ambulance arrived quickly.

When the doctor carried him to the car, the thin woman asked, "Doctor, what's wrong with him?"

The doctor looked at the skinny woman and said, "I'm not sure yet, but judging by the symptoms, it looks like tuberculosis."

The thin woman got into the car blankly, and then left.

The four of us sighed and walked outside.

The villagers lost their jobs and sat in front of their houses basking in the sun.But for some reason, I always feel that they don't look healthy.Maybe it's because I have been in contact with sick ghosts too much in the past two days, and when I see people occasionally, I also treat them as patients.

We walked to the entrance of the village and saw a puddle outside the village, and four or five toads climbed up from it.These toads, without exception, have three legs.

I nodded and said, "Three Toad Village. A three-legged toad."

Then, I heard a series of sirens, and two more ambulances drove into the village.

(End of this chapter)