The housekeeper sat down and said calmly: "I won't hide it from you now. The reason why Lingmuzhuang is called Lingmuzhuang is because there is a kind of wood in Lingmu Mountain. It is made into a coffin to resurrect the dead."

"Resurrection? It's a fantasy!" Dongfang Wei sneered.

"Is your wife..." asked Thunder King.

"Yes, Doctor Lei is so powerful that he can't hide anything from you. Three days before you came, my wife went to the disease and I called her back with the spirit wood coffin. At that time, I didn't tell you, because I wanted to avoid trouble." Xigui said.

"What, this..." Dongfang Wei looked at his master in disbelief.

"Then, what should I do?" asked Thunder King.

"Summoning souls, use the spiritual wood coffin to summon souls." The butler said slowly.

The night was getting dark, and the butler's old house was filled with villagers holding torches. The villa at night was shining with torches as daytime.

King Lei and Dongfang Wei watched the owner in charge of the ceremony directed the two men to carry Yun Li out. Then, the other two men carried out a coffin from the pile of coffins.

A white cloth wrapped in a long coffin, walked slowly over, and Dongfang Wei clenched his fists tightly.

The owner of the manor shouted with a face: "The body is in the coffin!"

The two people carrying the spiritual wood coffin suddenly lifted the white cloth covered, and a scarlet coffin was revealed in front of everyone.

Yun Li was put into the coffin, and then the coffin was closed. The owner murmured something and walked around the coffin again and again.

Dongfang Wei stared at the coffin tightly, and he felt a little unbelievable.

The word "Soul Conjuring" is very ridiculous to him. After a person dies, his breathing and pulse stop running, and then the cells begin to dry up and divide. The so-called "Soul" theory has never been based on it.

But when he thought of the corpse spots on the butler's wife's hand, he was confused again, because it was indeed the corpse spots in the accumulation period. Could it be that the soul-summoning can really bring the dead back to life?

"The soul of the dead returns to the coffin!" The owner shouted again. Dongfang Wei's heart tightened and he stared at the coffin tightly. He felt that Yun Li was about to walk out of the coffin!

The torches suddenly went out, and all the torches were extinguished. In an instant, the scene that had just seemed like daylight, suddenly fell into darkness.

Dongfang Wei was shocked and shouted in a trembling voice: "Master." No one agreed, and the atmosphere around him was dead silent, as if no one was there.

Dongfang Wei stared at the surroundings with wide eyes and looked at them carefully. There was really no one else, only the spiritual wood coffin was still lying there quietly.

Dongfang Wei shouted twice, but no one responded. He began to panic in his heart, and walked to the spiritual wood coffin tremblingly. Fear spread throughout his body, and he could hear his heartbeat pounding.

Dongfang Wei shivered with his hands and pushed open the lid on the coffin. With the faint starlight, he saw that the person inside was not Yun Li, but was actually the Thunder King.

Fear made Dongfang Wei suddenly collapse to the ground. It was the kind of fear that he knew that a huge disaster had come but he knew that he was powerless to turn the world around.

At this time, the torch suddenly lit up again. Dongfang Wei saw Yunli standing next to the butler and looking at him with a smile.

"You?" Dongfang Wei opened his eyes wide.

"Every year, two people walk out and bring two people back. It's like looking for a substitute. Unfortunately, you and Thunder King are the substitutes this year." Yun Li said quietly.

"Are you from Lingmuzhuang? Is it too?" Dongfang Wei suddenly understood.

Yun Li did not answer him and forced Dongfang Wei step by step with the butler.

It is said that the soul who died in a foreign land cannot find a way back. This soul will stay in a foreign land like his corpse, suffering endless misery. He cannot enjoy the worship of incense, the offering of food and the salvation of scriptures.

This lonely soul will become the most tragic hungry ghost, who will always reincarnate in another place, wander for a long time, and have no hope of reincarnation.

Therefore, every year, people go out from Lingmuzhuang and bring people back. Some people say that those who go out from Lingmuzhuang are not people, but souls looking for substitutes.

At dawn, two figures walked forward in a hurry on the mountain road. They were Dongfang Wei and Lei Wang. The two looked dull and their faces were pale. There were vague patches of different sizes on their necks.

As an incarnated immortal, Thunder King was naturally not afraid of death. After a few days, he walked out of the village intact, but it was a pity that Dongfang Wei, the disciple.

"I gave up becoming an immortal just to transform into a human being, to accompany you for the rest of your life, and to pity you forever!"

"But you have bad intentions and hurt my disciple..." The Thunder King said in a daze.

There are no stars and moons in the sky, and the night is shrouded in black, like ink, without a trace of light.

Between the heaven and earth, a small black dot was moving slowly. It was a man in black walking in the dark night. Even without light, he could tell the direction, because he had walked this road countless times.

The road home is always long and long. Shi Ji took heavy steps alone and set out on the way home again.

At this time, he was depressed. He worked hard for a year and had not received his wages. He had a seriously ill father waiting for money to help his life. What should he do?

"Oh!" A helpless and melancholy sigh couldn't help but vomited out from his mouth.

I was already upset, but I never thought that there was something blocking the way, so I kicked it away by him. When I picked it up, I found that it was half a wooden sign, a bit tattered, with words he didn't recognize on it.

He was stunned for a moment. He remembered that there seemed to be several graves around him. Could this be a tomb sign?

I frowned. If the tomb is gone, it is like a person has no surname. If it is allowed to blow the wind and sun, it will rot into scum. How can I bear it?

While digging the pit with his hands, he muttered a word: "I don't know whose tablet you are, but the one who can be buried here must not be a good person. I hope you will be buried in peace."

After burying, I clapped my hands and was about to leave, but suddenly I couldn't stand steadily, feeling dizzy and fell to the ground.

The next day, a dazzling sunlight woke him up from his beautiful dream. When he opened his eyes, he sighed: "It turned out to be just a dream. If this dream was true, I would rather not sleep forever."

As soon as he said that, a crisp woman's voice sounded in his ears, "Be serious?"

Shi Ji was quite familiar with the voice, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it. However, when the woman's light blue skirt came into his eyes, he opened his mouth in disbelief and stammered: "You, you..."

The woman smiled sweetly: "I had a dream. I dreamed that you were my husband, and I came here for no reason. It turns out that you look exactly the same as in the dream. Hello, my name is Shu Jiang."

"This, this..." Shi Ji knocked his head violently, how could it be so absurd? He did have a beautiful dream last night. In the dream, he married a beautiful wife, gave birth to a fat boy, and his father's serious illness was cured. Everything was so real and so longing for.

What's even more incredible is that the appearance of the woman in front of her is exactly the same as that of her wife in her dream. He remembered the wooden sign buried last night and was immediately frightened. But how could a ghost do it when she saw her walking during the day?

"Let's go, let's go home." Shu Jiang's joyful voice sounded.

Shi Ji hesitated and said, "That... was just an absurd dream. In the dream, I had a wealth of wealth, but in reality... I had nothing."

"Hehe, I don't care. As long as you treat me sincerely, everything in your dream will come true."

Thinking about how I am in my early thirties, I am still alone. Having this adventure is a blessing for several lifetimes, but I always feel that all this happened incredible mystery.

He took Shu Jiang home in a daze. On the afternoon of the same day, he temporarily gathered relatives and friends before he had prepared too much, and simply placed a few banquets. This was a marriage.

It was not until this time that he felt that all this was real. Her frequent smiles were engraved into his bones. She was generous and decent, and her conversation and laughter made him feel that he had found a treasure.

However, halfway through the banquet, an old Taoist suddenly floated in, swept the whisk and swept straight towards Shu Jiang.

Bowls, soup and wine, were everywhere.

When Shi Ji saw someone coming to destroy him, he blocked Shu Jiang in anger and shouted: "Stop, who are you? Get out of here."

The old Taoist snorted coldly, "I don't know whether this woman is a human being. You dare to marry her. It's really a shame to be brave."

One sentence that was not a person shocked the audience.

Shi Ji said angrily: "Don't talk nonsense. What's the point of being a human being? You ruined your reputation. If you don't explain it clearly today, I have to use a hoe to dig you."

The old Taoist was stunned, and said for a moment, and after a moment, he said, "I can't see through her true body, she is not a human being anyway."

What a stinky old man, Shi Ji immediately summoned his relatives and friends, each holding a hoe, and drove him out together.

After the old Taoist left, he stopped, but the knot was buried in his heart. Although he didn't care, he would occasionally remember the old Taoist's words, "It's not a human."

Five years later, just as I experienced in my dream, Shu Jiang gave birth to a fat boy for him, and his seriously ill father recovered, and he started a business locally with smooth sailing.

One day and night, he sat on the stone bench in the yard, looking at the bright moon in the night sky, and while his wife was sending wine, he hugged her into his arms and said softly: "Shu'er, in fact, she has always had a knot in her husband's heart. For so many years, she wants to ask but can't speak... "

Shu Jiang looked into his eyes, "I know, if you tell you the truth, will you be afraid of me? Well, husband and wife should be honest and should not hide it."

Shu Jiang continued: "Five years ago, the old Taoist said it right. I am not a human, but I am not a ghost, but a tree next to a mass grave. It has been transformed into a tree after nine generations of tribulation. Every life is exposed to the wind and sunshine. It has been hard for three hundred years to practice for three hundred years, just to survive the disaster and become an immortal.

Ten years ago, the last stage of practice was almost cut off and used to repair houses. It was your way to save my life. "(To be continued)
Chapter completed!