I stared blankly at the three posthumous photos, guessing the relationship between the three of them...
Judging from the age, one of the two men is about the same age as the old lady and is not too young. The other man is slightly younger and looks to be in his forties. But what is the relationship between these three people and the bearded man?
His father is buried in the grave in the yard, so could his father be one of the two men in front of him...
I didn't dare to think about it anymore. After all, it was not safe in Big Beard's lair. I decided to go back first and then make long-term plans.
I tiptoed to the door and was about to open it when I heard a strange "rustling" sound coming from the yard outside the door. My heart tightened and I opened the door slightly and looked out cautiously...
But there was nothing in the yard, but the "rustling" sound did not stop, it was still ringing vaguely.
I frowned and finally set my eyes on the grave. I suddenly noticed something was wrong with the grave. It took me a long time to realize that the towering pile of soil on the grave seemed to be much shorter than before.
I held my breath and took a closer look, and I was immediately surprised!
There seemed to be an extra head among the graves, and a pair of eyes hidden in the soil, staring straight at me.
I quickly looked away, leaned against the door and took a few deep breaths...
"What the hell..."
After calming down my nervousness a little, I put my ear against the door and found that the strange "rustling" sound seemed to have disappeared, and it was unusually quiet outside the door.
After waiting for a while, I opened the door again and slowly stretched my head out. As soon as I put my eyes on the crack of the door, I saw a livid face leaning closely against the door and looking at me!
Only a few centimeters away from me!
"ah…"
I couldn't help but exclaimed and took a few steps back. At the same time, the door was slowly pushed open, and a head slowly poked in!
I stared at the head with wide eyes. On the head was a face ashen as death. The eye sockets were sunken and the corners of the eyes were drooped. The mouth was wide enough to fit an adult's fist into it, and the corners of the mouth were still sticking out.
There are drops of liquid flowing...
I shrugged my nose,
"Corpse oil..."
I looked at him, and then at the photo of the deceased on the table. Even though the thing looked horrifying, I could still barely recognize him as the younger of the two men in the photo...
It seems that he is the bearded father. He actually turned his father into a zombie! And he even crawled out of the grave by himself!
I put my hand into my backpack. Originally, I didn't want to alert someone tonight, but in this situation, it seemed that I couldn't do anything.
At this time, one leg of the zombie had already stepped in. I was about to take action, but suddenly I saw something seemed to be tied to his leg. I held the candle and stretched it forward slightly, and then I could see his two feet clearly.
There was an iron chain tied to it, and there was a huge weight hanging at the end of the iron chain.
Suddenly I thought of something and raised my eyes to look between his eyebrows...
Sure enough, there was a silver needle inserted between the eyebrows, and when I thought of the yang house surrounding the yin house, I understood it instantly!
This is the soul-fixing technique!
A silver needle is inserted between the eyebrows to solidify the soul, and a weight is hung on the leg to pull the soul. The head and feet cooperate with each other. Once pulled and solidified, the soul will be imprisoned in the body and cannot go to the underworld to reincarnate on its own. The bearded man actually said to his father
What on earth does he want to do by using this evil magic?!
The longer the soul is imprisoned, the greater the resentment will be. Coupled with being fed by corpse oil for a long time, the zombie in front of you may have turned into a ghost corpse!
Corpses without souls are zombies, and corpses with souls are ghost corpses.
I couldn't help but have murderous intentions in my heart. No matter what his purpose was, the ghost corpse in front of me must not be left behind!
Thinking of this, I quickly took out a handful of glutinous rice from my backpack and threw it at the ghost corpse. The ghost corpse was taken aback and exited the house directly. The iron chains and weights on his feet didn't seem to affect his actions at all.
I was stunned that this thing was so flexible.
I quickly chased him out, and when I came to the yard, I saw him running towards the depths of the forest with weird little steps. Although I felt a little uneasy, I still followed him.
In the dark night, in the woods on the outskirts, I was chasing a corpse. This scene is simply indescribable...
I didn't know how far I ran after him. I felt that I had completely lost my way, and I was muttering in my heart. Just when I was hesitating whether to continue chasing, another yard appeared in front of me...
After seeing the courtyard clearly, I was surprised and said:
"Why did you come back again?!"
This is still Big Beard’s lair.
"hehe…"
At this moment, a string of wanton laughter suddenly occurred behind him.
When I turned around and looked around, my brows immediately wrinkled up, it was a big beard!
There was another person following him. His bearded hands were squeezing that person's neck tightly. It was Yu Xian!
Yu Xian looked at me with a horrified look on her face, but she didn't say a cry for help.
My pupils tightened and I said in a deep voice:
"Let her go."
"Haha...boy, when you went to the coffin shop to buy paper money that day, I felt something was wrong with you. I didn't expect you to be so clever that you could capture my wooden puppet!"
"What on earth do you want to do?!"
"What I want to do has nothing to do with you, and I, Carpenter Qi, don't want to create an enemy with you. As long as you promise me not to interfere in this matter and tell me where your accomplices are, I will let you and this girl go. What?
Sample?"
"Accomplice?"
I looked at him puzzled,
"What accomplice?"
Carpenter Qi's eyes turned cold,
"How dare you pretend to be with me! Of course he is the accomplice who broke my victory-hating technique before. Don't tell me that you don't know!"
"The art of hating victory?" I lost my voice.
The so-called art of hating victory is a kind of evil magic and curse art, usually only spread among carpenters and bricklayers.
I once heard Master say that it is best not to offend carpenters, because some folk carpenters are good at using the art of aversion to victory. It is very likely that they will use the art of aversion to victory unknowingly to take your life when they are working for you. Really
Killing people invisible.
Reminding me that Carpenter Qi had done wood calligraphy work for Yu Xian’s clinic before, I suddenly understood and asked coldly:
"Did you do anything on the second floor of Yuxian Clinic?"
"I said, this matter has nothing to do with you, you just need to tell me where your accomplice is?!"
Carpenter Qi was a little excited, and the hand holding Yu Xian's neck became a little stronger.
