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"What could happen to him?" I asked a little unhappily.

"Boss, come back and take a look. It's too scary!" The little monkey's voice sounded a little nervous.

"What happened? Are you dead?" I asked impatiently.

The little monkey stammered and said: "He, he seems to have changed. His eyes are black, his voice has changed, and he says some strange things to me. It's so scary!"

Because the little monkey's voice was louder, it came directly from the listening channel. Hu Tiangang, who was standing next to him, naturally heard it clearly. His face suddenly changed, he took two steps forward, and reached out to grab the phone.

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"Hey, let my son answer the phone!" Hu Tiangang shouted unceremoniously.

"Who are you?" the little monkey asked.

"Who do you care who I am? Let Hu Jiu answer the phone."

I hesitated for a moment and raised my voice, "Little monkey, let him answer the phone!"

When the little monkey heard my voice, he immediately uttered an oh, and then heard a faint sound. He must have handed the phone into Hu Jiu's hand.

"Hey, Xiaojiu, are you okay?" Hu Tiangang asked worriedly.

The other members of the Hu family immediately came over and surrounded Hu Tiangang.

The phone was quiet and no one answered at all.

"Hey, did you hear what I said?"

Hu Tiangang was a little anxious, his brows twisted into knots.

This time, it took a full six or seven seconds before an extremely hoarse voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Hey, I'm your dad!"

A low voice, with a hint of etherealness, came from the microphone, full of awe-inspiring atmosphere.

I was stunned. The voice on the phone was none other than Mr. Hu.

This was a big deal. The sudden appearance of Mr. Hu's voice frightened everyone in the Hu family.

Among the younger members of the Hu family next to Hu Tiangang, a timid girl suddenly let out a scream, which frightened Hu Tiangang, whose face changed drastically, and dropped his cell phone to the ground with trembling hands.

Not only him, this voice also shocked me, not to mention the Hu family members surrounding him, they all felt like they had their tails stepped on.

It happened that a gust of cold wind blew through, and penetrated into people's bodies. They suddenly felt chilly, and many people shivered all over.

Silence, as silent as the Dead Sea.

The entire courtyard was shrouded in an inexplicable fear.

Hu Tiangang swallowed hard and reached out to pick up the phone on the ground, but the moment his fingers touched the phone...

"clang……"

The old clock next to me rang without warning.

Hu Tiangang's hand trembled violently and he retracted it like an electric shock.

"Who the hell set the clock?" Hu Tiangang roared hysterically.

No one answered his question because several people pointed at him at the same time.

The expression on Hu Tiangang's face suddenly froze.

I couldn't help but sneer, what a talent.

I just didn’t expect them to be so scared!

The ancient clock struck twelve times. During this process, the screen of the mobile phone on the ground was still on, and the call was not hung up.

Hu Tiangang gritted his teeth and picked up the phone from the ground, trying to lower his voice.

"Dad, is that you?"

There was another moment of silence...

Suddenly, a buzzing sound of electricity came from the receiver, and then a puff of white smoke came out of the phone.

Hu Tiangang was startled and quickly threw the phone out. As soon as it fell to the ground, there was a bang and the battery exploded.

The strange phenomenon directly caused the Hu family to scream in surprise.

Anyone can see that Mr. Hu is causing trouble.

But I couldn't help but frown, and looked at the old man's coffin.

I know, something is wrong!

Since Hu Jiu was possessed by the old man, it means that his soul is not here. Then why can't the blue and white porcelain basin be broken?

Could it be that the old man still has two souls?

This obviously doesn’t make sense?

unless……

I couldn't help but look at the Panlong Coffin next to me.

Zhao Jiuzhou also felt the difficulty of the matter, and looked at the Panlong Coffin with me at the same time, and finally our eyes collided.

"There can be no further delay. The funeral must be held immediately. Once the time passes, there will be trouble." Zhao Jiuzhou said to Hu Tiangang.

"But……"

Hu Tiangang looked at the blue and white porcelain basin on the ground.

"If it doesn't work, let the eldest lady try it!" Zhao Jiuzhou suggested.

Hu Tiangang gritted his teeth and could only turn his head to look at Hu Qiu next to him.

"Xiaoqiu, come and try!"

Hu Qiu hummed, walked straight to the blue and white porcelain basin, reached out and picked it up from the ground, with a solemn expression, and then turned to look at me.

I nodded slightly to her.

Hu Qiu took a deep breath and threw the blue and white porcelain basin in his hand towards the ground.

She didn't have much strength, but the blue and white porcelain basin broke into pieces.

At the same time, there was a banging sound in Mr. Hu's coffin. I looked up and found that a trace of gray gas floating on it disappeared.

Zhao Jiuzhou's face suddenly showed a hint of surprise.

The entire Hu family couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

Zhao Jiuzhou even shouted loudly: "Everyone who belongs to the year of Ox, Tiger, and all women turn around and avoid it!"

As soon as the words fell, all the women turned around quickly, and two other men who were born in the year of Ox and Tiger also turned their heads.

Zhao Jiuzhou then recited the coffin-raising curse.

"The coffin is set up in front of the Hall of Filial Sons, and the Dharma Protector Altar is lined up on both sides.

First, please ask Marshal Zhao, the black tiger, to whip the pass to ensure safety.

The door gods are guarding the left and right sides, and they protect the treasure coffin for twenty-eight nights.

This is not a place to rest. The dead should walk west..."

Then there was a loud shout: "Lift the coffin!"

As he raised the coffin, the Eight Great Vajra straightened his back and prepared to lift the coffin.

The seven-foot-long longevity coffin, plus Mr. Hu's body, only weighed a few hundred kilograms, which was not a piece of cake for a few strong men.

However, the accident occurred again.

As the Eight Great Vajras exerted their power at the same time, the hovering coffin actually did not move at all, as if it had taken root.

Zhao Jiuzhou's expression changed again, and then his eyes fell on Hu Tiangang, who was holding the coffin. After hesitating for a moment, he looked like me again.

"Fuck! It's not over!" I sneered.

It was just too much, so I turned my head and pretended not to see it.

Zhao Jiuzhou had no choice but to say to Hu Tiangang: "Mr. Hu, I think it's better to find someone else!"

Hu Tiangang probably understood in his heart, and sighed and moved away from the coffin.

However, according to the rules, those who hold the coffin of the deceased are usually close friends of the deceased, but the Hu family does not know why. No outsiders were arranged to be present.

While Hu Tiangang was anxious, a lame old man walked in from outside.

"Kowloon Coffin Carrying"

Like carrying coffins in Kowloon


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