Chapter 11 The Zhongyang Bai Zong Incident is 240,000
There was some confusion in front of the grave. At first, no one paid much attention to the sound, but the sound was very persistent, knocking, knocking...
The crowd's voice began to gradually become lower, and everyone looked around, trying to find out where the noise was coming from. However, where could there be such a sound of bones hitting wood in this mass grave? So they all poked their heads over,
Look into the dug hole.
There was no one next to the thin-skin coffin containing Deaf Luo's body, but there was a slight shaking, and then the sound sounded persistently.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, the sky was dark, and the wind was blowing from the opposite mountain top, whining, and the dark clouds were hanging low, as if it was going to rain next moment, and the atmosphere on the entire slope was very solemn. Just now, it was so solemn.
The villagers who yelled and cursed had expressions of fear on their faces. They pushed each other and kept retreating. The old village chief was a man who was used to making up his own mind after all. He walked forward and came to the graveside, listening to this strange scene.
A loud sound came from the coffin. I forced myself to calm down and stretched out a pair of rough old hands to pull my sleeves. I said, "I'll give birth to a baby. Is there really a problem?"
I shrugged my shoulders and said that if there is no problem, we can go to this mountain cave to dig some kind of grave? This Deaf Luo is not a rich man!
In fact, not only our place, but also the entire Miao border area, especially in the countryside, the older generation are very superstitious. From the first to the fifteenth day of the lunar month, incense and candles are constantly lit for fear of disaster, and there are many related rumors. The villagers gathered one after another.
Together, we were as ferocious as wolves just now, but now we are like the little sheep, looking at us anxiously, and everyone is uneasy.
The coffin began to shake, and the sound became louder and louder.
The old village chief swallowed, changed his tone, and said to the two masters, what should we do now?
I walked up to the front, stared at the coffin, and exchanged opinions with Zamao Xiaodao. Could it be that he had turned into a zombie? Zamao Xiaodao was a little confused and said that although the feng shui of this place was bad, it didn't look like a place to raise corpses.
Ah, how could it be so easy to transform into a corpse? Impossible...
Just as he was talking, the black lid of the thin-skinned coffin was suddenly cracked open, and a man in black clothes and black trousers jumped out from inside.
His body was stiff, the muscles on his face were atrophied, and his eyes were as white as dead fish. Look at this face, who else could it be if it wasn't Deaf Luo?
The exposed skin of Deaf Luo who jumped out of the coffin was covered with a layer of fine fluff, just like the layer of white hair when making moldy tofu at home. His eyes were straight and his nose was like a dog.
It shuddered in the same way, opened its mouth, revealed a pair of black fangs, let out a terrifying roar, and then jumped towards the crowd with all its strength.
The villagers had never seen such a formation before. They all threw the things in their hands forward and ran down the slope.
Even the militia captain and those men squatting on the ground disappeared in a flash.
The old village chief next to me screamed "Ah" in fright, and fell to the ground. The scene was extremely chaotic, but when I saw this white-haired zombie, my first thought was...
Instead of feeling scared, I felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
It's just the worst level of white stiffness. It's slow and inflexible. It's afraid of the sun and chickens and dogs. It's okay to sneak out at night and scare people. Now, what?
"hehe!"
Well, I have to admit that if a person has seen too many horrors, he himself is very scary; if he has seen too many perverts, he himself is very perverted.
To express this sentence in a more elegant sentence, it is "Once upon a time, the sea was difficult to overcome, except for Wushan, it was not a cloud."
After seeing the top flying corpse, Zamao Xiaodao and I looked relaxed, but the large number of people gathered in front of the cemetery were quite frightened. They were all mountain people running on the mountain road, and they could chase rabbits.
I put my dog down tiredly, and after a while, it ran to the foot of the slope, leaving behind a pile of broken shoes. I joined the Religious Affairs Bureau not long ago, but I know that incidents like this that can easily cause panic need to be hidden——
This is the unspoken rule under the water.
I didn't dare to make the matter a big deal, so I took out the vibrator and took a headlong shot of Deaf Luo, who was staggering towards me.
Infinite Heavenly Lord!
After it was immobilized, Zamao Xiaodao took action decisively, stabbing out his cheap mahogany sword. The tip of the sword picked up a piece of yellow talisman paper, which instantly stuck to its forehead.
However, despite being hit by the talisman, the guy didn't stop running and still staggered towards me.
My heart skipped a beat. This guy wasn't just an ordinary white stiff. He seemed to have some ingredients. But I wasn't nervous either. I picked up the hoe on the ground and hit this guy's leg joint with a stick.
The stick struck firmly, and I felt as if I had struck a stone pillar. The feedback force was very strong, and it was not like my body was stiff at all.
I secretly thought that it was not good, Deaf Luo must have cultivated a secret method, so that in just over five months, he had already developed the prototype of a bronze-armored corpse.
As expected, he is indeed an experienced voodoo cultivator, and he does have many subtle and unique features when it comes to witchcraft and voodoo cultivation.
After a fight, we immediately understood the strength of Deaf Luo. It was obviously not a smart thing to fight against this zombie, so we gave up the fight and started to deal with it. There is no better way to defeat this evil thing.
I poured black dog blood, black donkey blood and girl's uterine blood on my head, and the effect was immediate. However, it was difficult to find it in this wilderness, but I happened to have some leftover glutinous rice in my bag, so I crackled it.
Sprinkle it and burn it until it screams.
Zamao Xiaodao was also fierce. After a few feints, he stabbed the cheap mahogany sword directly into the zombie's mouth.
The wooden sword entered his mouth and was naturally bitten off. Zamao Xiaodao didn't mind, so he stuffed the broken pieces into his mouth and roared, "Hey!"
Naluo Deaf's incarnation of Bai Zhan actually fell backwards.
I strode forward and placed an "outer lion seal" on my chest. I quickly recited the "Vajrasattva Dharmakaya Mantra" in my mouth. I felt that the resentment on this zombie dissipated and began to become less intense. Miscellaneous
Mao Xiaodao slapped the guy on the forehead lightly, and the guy stopped moving. I rested for a while, then called Xiao Li, who was too scared to move, and asked him to help the old man on the ground up. Don't come here.
It's okay, the old man has a heart attack again.
Xiao Li walked over tremblingly, and among those who pinched the old village chief, You asked worriedly, "Will this dead man move again?"
Zamao Xiaodao replied confidently, saying, don't worry, after eating my peach wood sword, and being shaken away by Lu Zuo and I, its resentful spirit has dissipated and will no longer condense. However, this thing
After the corpse transforms, the whole body is poisonous. If any wild dogs, civet cats, or rats eat it, it will be another disaster.
While talking, the old village chief woke up faintly, but fortunately he did not suffer any mental trauma.
After we explained the reason to him, we asked him to gather the villagers and cremate the zombie lying on the ground. We also asked him to help the villagers unify their thoughts and not to tell this matter, otherwise the whole village would suffer. Old
The village chief only promised and nodded in agreement; Xiao Li called Ma Haibo to explain the reason, and then helped the old village chief down the mountain to find the mountain people.
When Xiao Li passed by me, there was a strong smell of urine in his crotch. It was obvious that he had been frightened just now.
Zamao Xiaodao and I were squatting on the grave, laughing and talking about this guy Xiao Li. At first, he seemed to be fine. I thought he was a courageous person, but I never thought about peeing in my pants, haha. As we talked, I
The golden silkworm Gu in my body stirred, and an uneasy feeling spread to my heart. I stood up and looked at the low clouds in the sky, as if it was about to rain heavily.
Following the guidance of the Golden Silkworm Gu, I came to Deaf Luo's thin-skinned coffin.
After the black coffin lid was broken and opened, there were no burial objects inside, just some ordinary white cloth, with a layer of greasy liquid underneath.
And in the liquid, there were many red squirming insects, rolling and crawling.
My eyelids twitched, and I realized that these things were not normal maggots. They were as long and flat as leeches, with weird mouthparts and densely packed worms. Zamao Xiaodao looked at them intently for a while, then frowned and said, could this thing be some kind of poison?
I nodded, then shook my head, saying that I didn’t know. Deaf Luo’s death itself was a bit strange: because there was not enough evidence, his sentence was only a few years of forced labor, and he would be released soon, but he was
Everyone chose to commit suicide without taking precautions, and it was also a ritual full of mysterious religious rituals. It was obviously malicious and planned for a long time.
However, it was useless to say so much. After about half an hour, the villagers who had dispersed returned again, and they also brought firewood and fuel for cremation.
Also arriving were two middle-aged men with bright eyes, square faces and sharp eyebrows, who walked like soldiers.
After introducing themselves, they were the professionals who Hong Anguo told me about. They happened to be near the village, so they came over after hearing the news. We shook hands, exchanged a few words with each other, and then lit the fire.
A blazing flame burned the deaf man Luo and the strange insects in the coffin.
Baijiang burned for more than two hours, with thick smoke billowing and an extremely foul smell that filled the entire mountain.
Many children couldn't bear it and vomited one after another. I asked the weak ones to leave temporarily and wait for the flames to burn out, leaving behind a bag of black ashes. I selected some innocuous ashes, asked them to restrain them, and placed them in the grave.
Not wanting to worry about others, Zhiwu and Zamao Xiaodao chose an old pine tree on a sunny hilltop, dug a hole and buried it.
Pine trees endure cold weather, remain green all year round, are solemn and proud, and are a good choice for suppressing evil spirits.
After completing this, we shook hands with the old village chief and said goodbye, and the remaining communication work was done by the two middle-aged men. When we left Zhongyang in the car, I unexpectedly saw Jia Wei’s face near the entrance of the village.
Father, Monk Huiming, we looked at each other without communicating, we just passed by each other.
To be honest, I really didn't know that he was the person in charge of isolating the Qingshan community.