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"No one can guess whether there is selfishness or not. Only the old man himself understood it in his heart. But I think that although Tong Sixi's golden dot is very glorious on the surface, it is the ability to truly establish a life. At least it does not break the law. The stolen spiritual objects in the world are different. This magic depends on how to use it. If it is used well, it will benefit the people. If it is not used well, it will be fond of the demonic path. Tong Sixi's mind will be punished sooner or later." The two of them walked towards the Liu family while chatting, which also gave themselves courage.

The strong light from the flashlight shone through, and a piece of corn was exposed behind the collapsed land two meters above. Wushuang stood beside him and felt a numbness of scalp inside. He shone it in with the flashlight and saw a large dark coffin under the hole in the ground.

The Koreans are the Koreans today. Many Koreans have similar funeral cultures to the Chinese, but the patterns on the coffin are naturally different. Chinese people pay attention to blessings, wealth and longevity, while Koreans like dark water patterns and cloud wave patterns. Generally, the coffin with water patterns is used for female corpses, while the cloud wave patterns are used for male corpses. This large black coffin has water patterns carved.

The tomb owner was probably a wealthy family nearby. There were many dowry and female workers who were married during her lifetime, and countless pots and jars were placed in the tomb. Wushuang thought that the countryside people had long hair and short knowledge, and these clay pots were worth a thousand gold if they were just one, but they were much better than the bracelet with blood. If Liu Dazhuang had not been obsessed with the wealth and prying open the coffin of the tomb owner without authorization, he would not have ended up like this.

In the tomb chamber, the owner of the tomb is placed obliquely on one side, and a white woman's hand is placed on the outer edge of the coffin board.

"Old Tie... I think... is this going to cheat the zombie? No matter how brave Liu Da Zhuang is, he will definitely not dare to change the zombie, right? Why did the female zombie's hand stretch out by itself?" Lu Haotian asked tremblingly.

"Don't scare yourself, see what time is now."

“It’s 11 o’clock.”

Wushuang said: "We have to do it quickly. We must do it before 12 o'clock. It will be invisible when the moonlight is shot vertically at 90 degrees, just to hit the female corpse's face. Don't let her see the moonlight."

"Then you said it earlier. Is it really necessary for her to prepare a book to cover her?"

", you can't use a quilt sheet to cover your face, so you have to use the back of the Dhara Sutra. Where is this place? Okay, work!" Wushuang carried the paper man into the hole in the ground, put the paper man into the head of the coffin, and poked his head into the coffin and felt sad, oh...

Even Wushuang, who had just walked out of Zhanlongling, took a breath. It's not that the female corpse inside was terrifying, but that she had a very good preservation. Her expression was lifelike, her face was pale, her lips were elegant, and her beautiful face was vivid. Even Lu Haotian couldn't help but take a few more glances.

"What a pity, this little beauty was at most 20 years old when she died. She has really been hiding her life since ancient times!"

Wushuang turned around and glared at him: "The word "death is forbidden in the ancient tomb! No nonsense is allowed!"

The nails of the female corpse were as long as the nail covers on her hands in the Qing Dynasty harem empresses, and even the ends were curled. The long black hair was already longer than the toes, and was piled high under the coffin.

Wushuang took two steps back, bowed respectfully to the beautiful female corpse in the coffin, pointed to the paper man beside him and said, "Girl, there is a head of injustice and a debt. Liu Dazhuang bumped into you, accidentally entered your underworld room, and stole the jade bracelet on your wrist. Today I will bring him like you to apologize."

As he said that, Wushuang gave Lu Haotian a wink and asked him to burn the paper man. But as soon as Lu Haotian pressed the lighter, an evil wind blew out the flames inexplicably. Lu Haotian tried several times and still did this. In the end, the flints he fired were gone, but they still couldn't be lit.

"Miss should not be too much of a person, and the same is true for being a ghost. I have said all the good things. I hope that the girl will forgive others. To show my sincerity, I will return your bracelet to you first."

The dead man was unparalleled in his mind, so he could only pluck the courage to take out the corpse blood and approach the coffin. His glasses stared at the female corpse, holding a bracelet in one hand, and pulling out the dagger that martial arts wanted to be left behind in the other hand.

He was not so stupid that he breathed with the dead body like Lao Wantou. He stopped at a place less than one meter away from the coffin, and then tried to bring the jade bracelet back to his hand. Although he was very skilled and brave, he was young and had never done this before, so he felt weak and felt weak. His hand began to move. It was dark and the direction of the flashlight on Lu Haotian was a little bit off. He reached out and not only did not bring the jade bracelet for the female corpse, but instead touched the female corpse's hand. The female corpse's hand was stiff on the side of the coffin, and it slipped back into the coffin with his touch.

"Look, you always say that I am like you, look at you!" Lu Haotian disagreed.

Wushuang is a descendant of the thief. He has been practicing his quick-witted skills since he was a child. Lu Haotian didn't see clearly what happened just now, but he could see clearly. What was his fault just now? It was clearly the moment he reached out, the female corpse's hand fell back into the coffin by itself.

"Haha... what does the girl mean?" Wushuang laughed dryly and quickly retreated.

Lu Haotian said: "What else can it mean? She didn't like Liu Dazhuang, but you are a little bitch. Why don't you go in and have a sleep with her?"

"Go to your uncle, you know what a fool! You're going to be a zombie! Hurry up and light the paper man for me, and we'll do it after paying off the debt!"

"Your uncle, try it! It's not up!" Lu Haotian cursed.

Lu Haotian was so anxious that he squatted in front of the paper man to fire, but the flints were worn out and he could not catch fire at all. He happened to look up at the paper man inadvertently with the moonlight, and a trace of unaware smile appeared on his pale face.

"Oh my god! Lao Tie... why did he smile at me?" Lu Haotian stumbled to Wushuang's side.

Wushuang also felt that this ancient tomb was strange, and since he jumped in, his heart was raised to his throat. It was obvious that the resentment of this beautiful Korean female corpse was not dispersed.

"It's not right. Liu Dazhuang owes others, why can't he lit it? Get out of the way and I'll take a look." Wushuang frowned and looked at the paper man without knowing what he was wrong.

According to the records of the Qianji Jiji, the soul can indeed be stolen, but it is also based on the fact that the dead ghost is willing to release his soul. The paper man wrote Liu Dazhuang's birth date and a strand of his hair was used to replace the living person. Why didn't she stop burning it to the dead ghost in the tomb?

A ray of cold light suddenly shot out from the originally dull eyes of the paper man. Wushuang suddenly felt a chill all over his body. Lu Haotian was right, this paper man was weird! Wushuang pulled off a strand of black hair from the paper man's head and sniffed it. How could this be human hair? Why did it still have a stinking smell on animals?
Chapter completed!