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Chapter 5 Daoist Qingfeng

Li Tiezhu was nowhere to be seen in the coffin, only the shroud soaked in a pool of dirty blood lay quietly inside.

The shroud was stained with blood and turned into a strange, bright red bloody garment.

However, in just a few breaths, the blood stains on it disappeared strangely, and the bloody clothes turned black and yellow again.

At the same time, the pool of blood in the coffin completely disappeared, as if it had never appeared before.

If it weren't for the foul smell that still lingered in the room, I would have thought that everything just happened was a dream.

Where has Li Tiezhu gone?

It felt like being eaten alive by this coffin and the somewhat stained shroud...

When I thought of that scene and the foul smell in the room, I couldn't bear it anymore. I ran out of the main room and stood in the yard and vomited.

I vomited out the bitter bile, and when I finally recovered, I realized that my grandpa had come back at some point. Grandpa's body was muddy, with some blood stains on it, and he looked a little embarrassed.

As if I had found my backbone, I hugged my grandfather and told him in a trembling voice what had just happened.

After grandpa listened to me calmly, he patted my shoulder and said softly: "Take a shower and then go to bed. You will be fine after a good sleep!"

How can I sleep when something like this happens?

Without waiting for my response, grandpa went back to his room and locked the door, as if there was something he didn't want me to know.

I was stunned for a while, took a shower and returned to the room. I lay on the bed and stared at the beams. As soon as I closed my eyes, Li Tiezhu's ferocious smiling face, long scarlet tongue, and the weird shroud appeared in my mind... …

correct!

When grandpa came back, he was covered in mud and there were blood stains on his body. What happened?

He went to pay Li Hu's funeral, why didn't he come back until now?

I really want to ask Grandpa, but Grandpa’s expression tonight is a bit off, feeling a bit gloomy...

Forget it, let’s wait until dawn tomorrow and ask again!

The nervousness lasted all day, and I was frightened again at night. I forced myself not to think about what happened tonight, and fell asleep not long after.

In my sleep, I dreamed about Li Mazi’s silly wife and Li Mazi’s uncle hugging each other in the river, about Li Tiezhu walking towards me with a grin, and about a big black snake covered in black scales...

I woke up with a fright and suddenly sat up from the bed. My forehead and back were wet with cold sweat.

Fortunately it was just a dream!

I wiped the cold sweat from my face and comforted myself in my heart when I heard a slight abnormal sound.

This sound is a bit like the sound of a mouse stealing food, accompanied by a crisp clicking sound.

I was confused, so I got up and got out of bed, carefully followed the sound and walked out of the door, and found that the sound came from grandpa's room.

"Click click click..."

Weird sounds kept coming, and there was also the faint sound of swallowing saliva.

Is this grandpa eating?

The sound was so weird that I couldn't help but knock on the door and whispered: "Grandpa, what are you doing?"

The abnormal noise in Grandpa's room disappeared instantly. After a few breaths, Grandpa's door opened.

A faint smell of blood rushed towards me. Grandpa was wearing a shroud, looking at me with a slight frown, and said in a deep voice: "Didn't I tell you to go to bed? Why haven't you gone to bed yet?"

"I had a nightmare and woke up with a fright. I heard a noise in your room and came over to take a look..."

"Go back to bed. You kid was stimulated before and may be hearing hallucinations! Go, go, I've been tired for the whole day and I'm so sleepy!"

After grandpa said this, he closed the door directly without waiting for me to say anything.

When he closed the door, I seemed to see a pool of blood next to the coffin in my grandfather's room, and there seemed to be a little blood at the corner of my grandfather's mouth.

Of course, it is very possible that, as Grandpa just said, I was greatly stimulated before, and it may be my misunderstanding!

But why does grandpa wear a shroud tonight?

For so many years, he only wore his shroud on the first and fifteenth days of every month. What happened tonight?

It was already past four o'clock in the middle of the night, and I couldn't sleep, so I just lay on the bed and played with my phone.

I accidentally came across a video that Li Hu had taken before. When Li Mazi was buried, his grandfather sent him to his funeral. When I saw this video, I couldn't help but think of Li Hu's bizarre death, and I couldn't help but tremble in my heart.

When I was about to row away, I found some special comments under the video, which made me stunned for a moment.

I didn't click on the comments that shouted "Lao Tie 666". What I clicked on was the comment written by a guy named "Qingfeng Taoist".

"Those who talk about feudal superstition are idiots, and those who say this is rural folk custom are idiots..."

In the opening paragraph, I scolded most of the people in the comment area.

"Those people who said this is a funeral method have some knowledge, but that's all! There is a big problem here. I don't know if this video is a script written to create effects or what, but I can take the responsibility.

He said responsibly, the old man who buried the corpse was indeed chanting some kind of funeral mantra, but the method he used was to seal the orifice..."

"Even if I tell ordinary people like you, you still don't understand. To put it simply, this old man's method is very sinister, the kind that can make people unable to be reincarnated after death! I am confused, how much hatred and resentment,

Using such methods to harm people is nothing like this..."

"Oh, and the woman in mourning clothes also looks a little bit wrong. Damn it, who took this video? Why is it shaking so wildly? Is this a script that the anchor asked someone to film? If so,

Assuming what I said above has not been said. If it is not a script, but it really happened, the anchor will leave me a contact information. You may have been in bad luck after taking such a video, and I may be able to help you solve the problem...

…”

This Qingfeng Taoist's comments didn't get many likes, but a lot of people scolded him. He was also idle and scolded everyone who scolded him. He seemed to be a person with a bad temper.

In the eyes of others, this Qingfeng Taoist might be a guy who is trying to gain attention by seeking traffic, or he might be a gibberish keyboard warrior, etc. It is normal for no one to believe his words.

However, when I saw him saying that there was something wrong with Li Mazi's stupid wife, I began to believe that he was a capable guy.

I tried to send a private message to this Qingfeng Taoist, saying that I was a friend of the host of this video.

Soon, there was a reply from the other side.

Did this guy stay up all night or got up too early?

After clicking on the private message and seeing the content, I was stunned.

"Is the anchor who shot this video dead? If the anchor is really dead, he must not be buried in the ground. He must be burned in a fire!"


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