ah?!

Mr. Wang opened his mouth and felt as if he was hit hard. He staggered back and leaned against the coffin, so he did not fall down.

"At this point, if you don't tell the truth, the next one who dies will be your son! Then you! Then... the whole village!" Chen Xiucai pointed to the stupid son beside him, and then pointed to Wang Laobi, with a glimmer of light in his eyes.

Chen Xiucai's eyes were like sharp arrows shot out, which immediately shortened Wang Lao Biao's thorn halfway. Wang Lao Biao's face was ashes, and leaned against the coffin and collapsed weakly on the ground.

Chen Xiucai took a deep breath with his hands on his back: "Fang Cuicui didn't die of illness, right?"

Although Chen Xiucai was asking, he was in a sure tone. Even I could see that Wang Laobi had hidden a lot of things from us.

Wang Laobi trembled all over, and his whole body looked like the faint candle on the ground.

After a while, Wang Laobi suddenly went crazy, and his head hit the coffin desperately, making a thumping sound, and cried bitterly while hitting: "I killed her! I killed her-"

I don’t know that the “she” in Wang Laobi’s mouth at this time refers to Fang Cuicui or his wife, maybe both!

I stepped forward and pulled Wang Laobi away, but saw that Wang Laobi had broken his eyebrows and his face was covered in blood, and he looked like an evil ghost.

"Let him go..." The silly son next to him swung his rolling pin and was about to hit me.

Chen Xiucai had quick eyes and quick hands. He slashed his silly son's neck with a knife. The silly son's eyes turned pale and fell to the ground.

Wang Laobi glanced at the stupid son who fainted on the ground, closed his eyes silently, and two lines of turbid tears flowed from the corners of his eyes: "Cuicui is me... I killed..."

Fang Cuicui is from Niujia Village next door and is also a miserable child. She died of both parents since childhood and lived with her uncle's family. When she was sixteen or seventeen years old, her unscrupulous uncle sold her to Wang Laobi, and earned tens of thousands of yuan in bride money with a smile.

Wang Laobi bought Fang Cuicui back because he wanted to find a wife for his stupid son so that the Wang family would not lose the incense.

Although Fang Cuicui knew that she was married to a fool, she did not resist. It was better to marry a fool than to be bullied at her uncle's house.

However, a fool is a fool. Wang Laobi and his wife tried every means, but their stupid son could not meet Fang Cuicui, and even drove Fang Cuicui away.

The deep-rooted idea of ​​inheriting the family line has made Wang Laobi lose his mind. Therefore, on the wedding night, it was not the silly son of the Wang family who climbed up to Fangcuicui's boudoir, but Wang Laobi!

During this process, Wang Laobi's wife even acted as an accomplice, helping the evil and being extremely ignorant!

When he woke up the next day, Fang Cuicui, who couldn't bear the humiliation, picked up a pair of scissors on the table and committed suicide angrily. The rusty tip of the knife penetrated her heart. When Wang Laobi and his wife discovered it, Fang Cuicui was already angry and died.

Wang Laobi knew that Fang Cuicui died with hatred, and felt guilty and a little scared, so he quickly found Chen Xiucai and lied to Chen Xiucai, wanting Chen Xiucai to help send Fang Cuicui's body back to Niujia Village.

Who knew that something had happened before the body was sent away!

"brute!"

Chen Xiucai angrily spitted at Wang Laobi.

Wang Laobi didn't bother to wipe the saliva from his face, rushed over, hugged Chen Xiucai's trouser legs, and kept begging: "Scholar, I know I deserve it! But my son is not wrong, please save him!"

Chen Xiucai sighed to the sky: "Wang Laobi, I will take over this mess for you! But you have to know that I took action because of those innocent villagers, not for you! You surrender yourself, and I will solve the subsequent problems!"

Wang Laobi knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Chen Xiucai repeatedly.

Chen Xiucai ignored Wang Laobi, called me and left the Wang family.

On the way back, I was in a complicated mood. I originally thought it was just a simple business, but I didn’t expect that things would become so dangerous. The business of corpse-drivers is indeed not as simple as I imagined!

"Master, what should I do now?" I asked Chen Xiucai.

Chen Xiucai shook his sleeves, looked at the crescent moon in the night sky, and two words popped out from his teeth: "Fengsha!"

"Master, what is Fengsha?" I ran two steps and followed Chen Xiucai. The dark night made me feel inexplicably panic.

Chen Xiucai walked very quickly and said as he walked: "I will get back to the mountain temple later. I will raise an altar to attract Fang Cuicui's ghost and seal it into her body. However, her body must be sent back to her hometown for burial within seven days to relieve her resentment, otherwise Fang Cuicui will escape into the ghost path and cause harm to the side!"

I licked my dry lips, and the moon was shining in the sky, and tonight was destined to be an extraordinary night.

When he hurried back to the mountain temple, Wang Laobi's wife's body still knelt straight in front of the temple gate. The blood had solidified and the body became cold and stiff.

I asked Chen Xiucai what to do with this corpse. Chen Xiucai said that he should not touch her first. After dealing with Fang Cuicui, he would ask Wang Laobi to pull his wife's body back.

I carefully walked around the body, dared not take a look, and quickly ran into the mountain temple.

When he returned to the mountain temple, Chen Xiucai started to organize his work without stopping, which was like racing against time.

According to Chen Xiucai's instructions, I carried out a long wooden table from the temple and placed it on the open space outside the hall. Then I spread a piece of red cloth on the table, and placed a blue-gray incense burner and a thick stack of yellow paper.

Then, Chen Xiucai handed me a bag of glutinous rice, asked me to open the gate of the Mountain Temple, sprinkle glutinous rice from the door, and sprinkle it all the way to the front of the long wooden table, which looked like a white road paved with glutinous rice.

Finally, Chen Xiucai gave me 49 white candles, lit them all, and arranged them on both sides of the glutinous rice road. The candlelight swayed slowly, illuminating the mountain temple with a mysterious and mysterious appearance.

Chen Xiucai walked out and changed into a blue-gray robe. He held a piece of peach wood the size of a palm in his hand. The peach wood was carved into the shape of a little man, and a line of birth dates were carved on the back. He said that this was Fang Cuicui's birth dates, and he would seal Fang Cuicui's ghost in this peach wood villain later.

As soon as he finished speaking, a shrill roar came from the door, and a strong storm rushed in, rolling up the glutinous rice on the ground and flying all over the sky. At the same time, the candlelight on the ground instantly turned into a strange dark blue color, like clusters of swaying ghost fires.

I shivered, my hair was standing up all over my body, and I hurriedly hid behind Xiucai Chen.

At this moment, I was so nervous that I had never seen a ghost before, and I didn’t know what the ghost looked like.

Chen Xiucai pulled me out from behind like an eagle catching a chick, and then stood beside the long wooden table: "She is your ghost wife. Are you even afraid of your own wife?"

I frowned and my forehead was filled with cold sweat. My master, I was almost scared to death. You are still making such jokes with me. I am really heartless!

Chen Xiucai slapped the peach wood villain on the table, pulled out a long whip from the back of his waist with his right hand, and said in a deep voice: "She is here! Don't move around, just stand by and help me to suppress evil spirits!"

I was so sad that my legs were like radishes stuck upside down in the ground. They were already stiff and I couldn't move even if I wanted to run.

I have seen the black black whip in Chen Xiucai's hand. Before, when Fang Cuicui lifted her body, Chen Xiucai used this whip to whip Fang Cuicui's body.

I heard from Chen Xiucai that this whip is of great origin and is a family heirloom for the corpse driving family, called the corpse driving whip. The specific production method is very complicated. It requires nine hundred and ninety black dog hairs at the top of the black dog's tail, and soaking it in the rooster's blood for 9981 days. Only in this way can the corpse driving whip be made to have a strange effect of restraining evil.

Chen Xiucai gently flipped his wrist and threw a whip into the air, making a crackling sound, and he muttered something, but I couldn't quite understand what "the wind and thunder in the ten directions" is, and what "the soul is coming in".
Chapter completed!