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A sickening cracking sound of wood breaking rang out.

The coffin lid seemed to have been struck by some extremely terrifying force.

Three loud bangs in succession!

With each impact, the black water at the bottom of the pit was shaken up and splashed half a meter high!

A thick, almost visible black aura of death surged out wildly from the gap in the coffin lid!

Holy crap!

Chu Sheng was so frightened that his entire body of fat trembled, and the entrenching tool in his hand almost flew out of his hand.

He immediately grabbed his porcelain cup ritual implement.

He stared at the coffin with a tense expression.

Judging from his posture, he seems ready to crack open the zombie's head at any moment.

"Brother Guang, this thing is coming out!"

Yang Guang rolled his eyes, not even lifting them: "What the hell!"

"The person buried down here is Boss Chen's great-grandfather. He was an old man when he died, not some thousand-year-old demon."

Yang Guang stared at the dark red coffin and sneered, "It's just been tainted by the leftovers leaked out by that water demon underneath."

"At best, it's just a zombie that's just started growing white hair."

"Not even worth as much as junk!"

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Yang Guang slowly pulled a dark, metal lump out of his backpack.

Chu Sheng looked closely.

My whole body went numb.

"Brother Guang, do you run a general store in that bag?"

"You even brought the weight from the market's scales?"

Yang Guang tossed the ten-pound iron weight in his hand and said irritably, "What do you know!"

"This is called a 'thousand-pound weight'!"

"The old weights used to weigh pigs and sheep at the market used to be stained with the blood of living creatures every day and handled by countless people."

"The yang energy is so strong it can suffocate ghosts!"

"Not to mention this weight, which I specially bought from the slaughterhouse for fifty yuan. Using it to subdue these few idiotic zombies who eat leftovers is like using a cannon to kill a mosquito!"

The voice just fell.

Another muffled thud came from the coffin below.

The coffin lid was about to be ripped open with a large crack!

Yang Guang remained calm and flicked his wrist.

"Go to hell!"

With a whoosh.

The ten-pound cast iron weight traced an extremely beautiful parabola in mid-air.

A loud crash!

The weight struck the center of the dark red coffin lid with perfect accuracy!

That was a very heavy blow.

The iron weight collided with the blood-red, dark wood, even sending up a string of sparks.

A miracle occurred.

The coffin, which was originally shaking violently, seemed to have been forcibly paused after being hit by the weight.

Silence fell instantly!

Even the wisps of corpse gas that were seeping out through the cracks were forced back into the coffin.

It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Yang Guang dusted off his hands and arrogantly raised his chin.

"this one?"

"That's not enough for me to warm up."

Chu Sheng swallowed hard, then gave a thumbs up: "Brother Guang is awesome!"

"We'll have to rely on you for physical suppression of the corpse!"

A terrified simpleton poked his head out from the side, grinning mockingly, "This little coward dares to act tough here?"

"I, Dog Lord, can slap it back to its happy old home with just one big slap!"

Yang Guang turned and glared at it: "Go away and brag!"

"Keep digging!"

Chu Sheng was taken aback: "Still digging?"

Yang Guang sneered: "The Chen family has had only one son for three generations; three generations of their family are buried here."

"What we just dug out was my great-grandfather. My grandfather and father are still down there."

"This family of three, all neatly dressed, were fed on the corpse energy leaking from the water demon; they've all turned into zombies!"

"If we get into a fight with that water monster down there, and these three zombies suddenly turn around and attack us from behind, I don't want to be caught off guard!"

Upon hearing this, Chu Sheng immediately gasped.

Holy crap!

"This Mr. Chen is really unlucky!"

"Three generations of a family were all set up?"

While directing the man and dog to continue working, Yang Guang put his hands in his pockets and said coldly, "Isn't this just a setup?"

"And that feng shui master is exceptionally ruthless!"

"These three coffins made of blood-red, dark wood, on the surface, seem to be nourishing these three corpses, but in reality, they are like three large nails!"

"We're firmly committed to this dragon vein!"

"Suppress all the earth energy of the dragon vein, and then slowly transmit it to the water demon below."

"Do you understand what 'complementary' means?"

"To put it bluntly, Mr. Chen's ancestors for three generations were just three filters and a power bank."

"Once the water demon is fully formed, the fortune of the Chen family for the past three generations will be completely drained, and even Boss Chen himself will die a violent death!"

"I have to say, Mr. Chen's family's ancestral graves are really amazing."

"Not only will you make him rich, you'll also ensure his whole family goes on their way!"

This is no feng shui master hired with ten gold bars!

This is practically like paying ten gold bars to hire a Thanos!

In the big pit.

With Yang Guang's instructions, Chu Sheng and Er Lengzi didn't dare to dawdle.

The man and his dog got to work and started digging furiously.

Mud and water splashed.

Less than ten minutes later, there were two more muffled thuds, "bang" and "clang".

The remaining two blood-red, dark wood coffins were also dug out!

as predicted.

As soon as the father and son were unearthed, an extremely piercing sound of fingernails scratching wooden boards immediately came from inside the coffin!

"Crunch crunch"

It's enough to send chills down your spine!

Er Lengzi was so scared his dog hair stood on end: "My God!"

"They're scratching at the door!"

"Is it going to come out and eat a dog's head?"

Chu Sheng wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "Brother Guang, hurry up!"

Where's your weight?

Yang Guang rolled his eyes: "Do you think I own the slaughterhouse?"

"Just one!"

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Yang Guang opened his backpack: "But for this job, I've come very well prepared!"

When Jia Youcai called for help, the old man screamed like a pig being slaughtered on the phone.

Moreover, even the monk Chu Sheng couldn't handle it.

Yang Guang knew that this job was definitely not some small-time job.

He emptied his pockets and packed up all the hard currency he could carry.

"Fatty, catch!"

Yang Guang took out a palm-sized Bagua copper coin sword from his bag and casually tossed it to Chu Sheng.

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He then pulled out a hundred-year-old wooden gavel struck by lightning, engraved with the Celestial Master's seal!

"Place that copper coin sword on top of the middle coffin, with the tip pointing north!"

Chu Sheng caught the copper coin sword, and without saying a word, he pounced on it and slammed it firmly against the coffin lid.

"Amitabha Buddha, just stay put!"

Yang Guang, on the other hand, held the gavel and stepped out in a ritualistic manner.

He walked up to the last coffin, the one that made the most noise, and suddenly raised his right hand, accompanied by a whooshing sound.

"Bang!"

The gavel slammed down hard on the blood-red, dark wood coffin lid!

Yang Guang roared, "The Celestial Master is here! How dare you act so presumptuously!"

"Give me the town!"