Staring at the tree stump-like thing, I frowned slightly, because the thing was only less than a foot above the ground, so I never paid much attention to it. Now when I saw the shape and size of the thing, I immediately felt very strange. It looked like petals. The black wood is very similar to the kind of coffin that was common in the past. Different from other coffins, this thing was buried vertically. In other words, some unscrupulous person inserted this coffin into the soil.
"It is indeed a place where corpses are kept," I said, nodding.
Ding Ling was greatly puzzled when he heard this. Seeing her doubts, I pointed to the densely packed coffins around the pavilion and explained: "You don't know, raising corpses and refining corpses is a very complicated science, and it requires a lot of conditions. Gao, look here, it's cloudy in broad daylight, as if it's shrouded in fog, and the visibility in the yard is even scarier. In Feng Shui, this is called the land of the four yins. The so-called four yins are the sky. Yin, earth yin, time yin, plus the corpse in the coffin that was born on the yin time and yin day, there are exactly four "yins". This kind of place can block the sun during the day to avoid the invasion of yang energy, but at night the clear sky can fully absorb the moon. Hua Yi assists in the transformation of corpses. Look at those coffins with their heads exposed. This is designed to let the moonlight shine on the coffin boards."
"Then what is she doing?" Ding Ling asked me, tilting her head.
"She is dripping chicken blood. Look at the top of the coffin board. Is there a bowl?" I said, pointing to the white object on the coffin and said to her: "Generally speaking, the top of the coffin is filled with white rice." , pouring chicken blood on white rice can feed the zombies that have not yet formed. In addition, there is too much Yang Qi during the day, and even the Four Yin Lands cannot completely resolve the influx of Yang Qi. Using these two things can be done to a certain extent. To a certain extent, it plays a role in alleviating Yang Qi. Look at the situation here. The zombies in the yard have been kept for more than a day or two. What does Baimei want with so many zombies? Are they revolting?"
I rubbed my chin and watched the old lady pour a gourd of chicken blood on each coffin. I scratched my head in confusion. When Ding Ling heard this, he shook his head and said, "It's not for fighting, it's for selling. Some Some places use this kind of thing to do some shady things. I saw Mao Xianfang talking to people about this kind of business before. Like this time, it was also a very important order. Someone asked for a corpse king. The price is also ridiculously high, otherwise, given his character, he would not take the risk and would rather get into trouble than bury you alive."
"You mean, they want that naked female corpse and his husband to refine the Corpse King?" It sounded reasonable. I turned around and asked Ding Ling. Hearing this, Ding Ling nodded: "That Huang Shuliang and Mao Xianfang From some business dealings, he knew that Mao Xianfang was very interested in corpses, so when the two migrant workers brought the two corpses, he called Mao Xianfang, but the price they charged was too high, and Mao Xianfang was a little unhappy. In the end, it was Bai Mei who persuaded him to take the decision. Bai Mei was disabled and couldn't get there as soon as possible, so he found two guys with his charms to take care of the two ancient corpses. He originally said that he would transport the corpses away last night. Yes, but he never expected that the person surnamed Huang made a sidestep. Seeing that the clothes of the female corpse were not rotten, she took off her clothes and wanted to change them for some money. But he didn't know that the clothes had the woman's body attached to them. Soul, not to mention that the talisman on the corpse cannot be easily removed. At night, the female corpse woke up and killed the boy directly. Later, a guy with white eyebrows was awakened and pressed the corpse again. He wanted to move the body away, but he didn't expect you to come running with the police. As for what happened next, you yourself know,"
As Ding Ling spoke, she wrinkled her nose as if she was complaining that I was nosy. I thought for a moment and asked her, "So, you ambushed me because Baimei's guy tipped me off,"
"Yes, but he knew he couldn't beat you, so he set up a counter-attack with them to catch you," Ding Ling said, pinching my face with a smile, "You can't even use such a stupid trap." Come on, I think you are quite smart... tell me, are you stupid~"
"Go, go, let's be serious, how could I like you, a female devil, if I wasn't stupid," I said, curling my lips. Ding Ling seemed very happy to hear that. Seeing that she was not pursuing her, I moved towards her. He moved up and then asked: "Where is that kid now? Has he run away too?"
"No, that's the one you stabbed to death," Ding Ling said, giving a general description of the boy's appearance. I thought about it for a long time, but couldn't figure out which one it was, so in the end I had to give up and change the topic: " Okay, let’s not talk about this anymore. I have another question. What does Zhen Youwei do? Isn’t he a university professor? How did he get together with Mao Xianfang? Could it be that he is also Mao Xianfang’s lackey?”
"Not a bitch, but a partner. Zhen Youwei is a very shameless person. He is an archaeological expert in name, but in fact, he is a very typical tomb robber. He has done tomb robbing and excavation before, but You don’t know. Now that I am too old to do such dangerous work, I can only do some dirty things in the name of an archaeological expert. There are many valuable things in Mr. Mao’s hands that belong to this guy. He had connections with people from both the black and white circles, and many things were possible thanks to him. For example, Huang Shuliang was introduced to Mr. Mao by Professor Zhen. However, this person was very greedy and always wanted to kill people. A man cuts a knife, and many people, including President Mao, dislike him."
When she said this, Ding Ling seemed to have remembered something. Seeing that she was hesitant to speak, I turned my head and looked at her in confusion. At this time, Ding Ling said to me a little sadly: "Actually, I am an orphan. When I was young, I grew up in an orphanage. At that time, Mao Xianfang was a kind person that the entire orphanage was grateful to. We are all grateful to him. In the bottom of our hearts, many people have always regarded him as their father. "
"Then what?" Seeing that she hadn't finished speaking, I asked.
"Then... when he was twelve years old, he brought a woman to see me and asked me and some sisters to go with her. He also said that the woman was his good friend and that she would take good care of us, but Only when I got overseas did I find out that the woman was a notorious female killer, a wanted criminal with bounties on her capture in more than a dozen countries. Mao Xianfang asked me to go with her because he wanted me to become a person like her."