After the big-headed coffin was dug out, no one present dared to act rashly. If they saw such a coffin on a daily basis, they would run away without leaving any room for negotiation.
Seeing this, Guo Pengtong was too frightened to move. He lowered his voice and asked, "Uncle, what, what should I do?"
"Second brother, bring the soul nails and nail this place to death. Be careful not to let the things inside escape."
Feng Er took out a few iron pestles as thick as wrists and handed them to another worker. He pulled a red thread through the middle and pressed it several times on the coffin lid. He moved very neatly, and then he immediately climbed out of the pit.
Feng Qing took out a small plain linen bag with a pattern similar to the Eight Diagrams, and a handful of talismans came out from it, and threw it into the pit.
Feng Yu noticed that his father's talisman paper was different from the usual ones. It was red and had very strange things painted on it.
As soon as the red paper entered the pit, a dark wind immediately started blowing around him, making Feng Yu shiver all over.
Feng Qing took out a delicate compass and looked around. Feng Yu never thought that his father had such skill. It was the first time in his life that he saw it. At most, he just knew that his father loved playing with yin and yang objects.
I like to study some ancient Feng Shui books.
It was probably his father's magical weapon that had an effect. The blackened big-headed coffin reacted immediately. Feng Yu heard a collision sound inside the coffin, as well as violent fingernail friction. The big-headed coffin was shaking, and the contents inside were shaking.
Seems to want to come out.
A cold sweat suddenly broke out on Feng Yu's back. Fortunately, his second uncle had arranged the soul-suppressing nails and red ropes in advance. Otherwise, if a transformed corpse actually collapsed, Feng Yu would have been really hard to kill.
, Hu Xiaodie is already like that, how to crush her to ashes?
The Feng family is not a professional corpse suppressor. What Feng Qing has learned is just superficial. It will naturally not work if it is a little more powerful. The person in front of him is obviously not interested in the method Feng Qing uses. The big-headed coffin then starts to make a buzzing sound.
The muffled sound of "buzzing" got louder every time.
As usual, if you encounter such a corpse of a big rice dumpling when robbing a tomb, and it cannot run away, you must find some way to eliminate it, such as black donkey hooves, or use your own skills, or with the help of
External force, fire, gun, even lightning, as long as you can ensure that you are fine, there is no limit to the method.
Feng Qing circled around to find his bearings, and took a dry position around the tomb, preparing to set fire to the coffin.
No wonder Dad wants to look at it with a compass. The position of heaven is the sky, and the sky is just the fire.
Right, everything can be destroyed. If the fire burns in from the stem position, its power will be doubled.
Feng Yu didn't know where his father learned the three-legged cat's ghost-suppressing skills from. Feng Qing held his position and shouted to Feng Er: "Boy, hurry up, get angry. It's too late. I'm afraid this thing will kill you."
I can’t hold it in any longer.”
Feng Qing looked very anxious. To be honest, this was the first time in Feng Yu's life that he had seen his father anxious. Even his father, who had always been as steady as a mountain, was like this. The thing in the big-headed coffin must not be a good thing.
Among the people present, everyone was watching. Except for Feng Er, no one dared to go up to help, for fear of getting into this bad luck.
Feng Er held up a fire and smashed the kerosene bottle directly on the coffin. The fire started to burn, but the coffin could not be ignited so easily. Not long after it ignited, it immediately started to burn.
Signs of stopping.
Feng Qing took a look and shouted to someone: "Are there any oil lamps left? Find some firewood quickly. Once the fire is out, we all have to finish playing!"
As soon as the game was about to be finished, the people who were in a daze immediately started to move. They all couldn't shed tears without seeing the coffin. After searching around, they only found two oil lamps. When they came out, no one thought about them.
Bring that thing over, but there's still not enough kerosene for the two oil lamps.
Because it had rained heavily in the past few days, there was basically no dry firewood. At the critical moment, Feng Er squinted his eyes and saw the gourd hanging on the waist of Guo's trousers, and asked sternly: "Guo trousers, what's hanging on your fucking waist?"
What is it? Is it wine?"
Guo Pengtong is a person who loves wine very much. He likes to have a few drinks when he has nothing to do. He carries a gourd with him, which is usually filled with fine wines.
"Second, Second Master, please tell me, the 20-year-old braised pot head is delicious." Guo Pengtou said, protecting his gourd.
"Male Gobi, what time is it? Why do you still want to drink in front of the Lord of Hell when you are guarding a sip of wine? Ma Liuer, bring it here, don't force me to fight with you." Feng Er said fiercely.
Even though Feng Er had a broken arm, he relied on his momentum. Even if he really took action, Guo Pants might not be able to get a bargain.
Guo Tongtong took the gourd and reluctantly took a sip first. Feng Er immediately scolded: "Don't fucking drink it. If you run out, I will never let you go."
With that said, he snatched it over, kicked Guo on the buttocks of his pants, took off his coat, poured the wine from the gourd on top, and threw it directly into the pit.
Guo Pengtong didn't react for a moment, and when he did, it was too late. He opened his mouth and cursed Feng Er, "Why is it so unpleasant?"
And Feng Er seemed to have been used to bullying Guo Pants since he was a child. He didn't forget to buy Guo Pants when he got the advantage, "Guo Pants, this pot head is so authentic, it's so hot."
Feng Qing was focused on watching the movements of the big-headed coffin. He was really startled at first, but fortunately the fire started to burn, and his expression was a little more relaxed. Sometimes the local method is the most efficient method, and Zhuge Liang may not be able to do it.
Better than three cobblers.
The fire burned more and more vigorously, until the entire coffin was burned, making a thunderous sound of burning wood. The big coffin was burning little by little, and the air was filled with the smell of burning and fishy smell.
Feng Yu looked down and heard that in addition to the sound of burning wood, there was also a vague sizzling sound. His first reaction was that there were water flies in the coffin. It was like a large barbecue scene.
The fire burned for a long time, and the contents in the coffin bounced a few times at first, but it soon stopped.
This fire completely ended everything. No matter how deep Hu Xiaodie's grudges were, she could not escape this fate. Her body was burned in the fire, her bones were shattered and ashes were thrown away. I am afraid no one wants to end up like this.
Let’s put aside the years of grievances and talk about Hu Xiaodie alone. Her story is intriguing. A woman from a foreign land was unwilling to travel thousands of miles to sneak into the Feng family. Feng Changmen’s secret technique of longevity really had such a great influence at that time.
Power? Even people from the Western Regions know about it?
It was useless for Feng Yu to think about it anymore. The matter disappeared with the fire. This sudden ending made Feng Yu unexpected. He originally thought that the big-headed coffin would not be burned so easily, but he was afraid that God would not
My heart was in turmoil, and I couldn't do what I wanted.
The large-headed coffin in which Hu Xiaodie was buried was burned to pieces, and the wood residue was mixed with the corpse. In the end, the human being was nothing more than that, and became a pile of soil and was submerged in the ground.
Guo Pengtou was still feeling sorry for his Shao Guotou, and said in his heart: "With this wine to accompany her on the road, she will be a martyr when she gets to the Palace of the King of Hell."
Feng Yu didn't say anything and smiled. None of these cousins would think about the cause and effect cycle. If it could be done, Hu Xiaodie would rather Guo Pengtai be herself.
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