Chapter 18: Cinnabar Paving the Road, Paper Man Killing
The cemetery was humid, with water droplets condensed from Yin Qi everywhere.
The further you go, the more tombstones are leaning here and there, and even broken coffin boards are everywhere.
I held the yin-yang compass and walked quickly. After a while, I suddenly stopped and stood in front of an iron coffin.
The iron coffin was dark, with traces of rust on it. I took the yin and yang compass and walked around the coffin and said, "This is it."
Boss Wu whispered: "Iron coffin!"
I nodded, put my backpack on the ground, took out black dog blood, gasoline and other things, and then said: "The iron coffin will not be buried in the ground, and the body will not be seen."
"It seems that the person who made the iron coffin also knew that this corpse was afraid that it would become something bad in the future, so he trapped it in the iron coffin."
Boss Wu asked in confusion: "If we had known there was something wrong with the body, wouldn't we have burned it?"
I rolled my eyes at him: "After the burning, the resentment spreads. Do the surrounding people still want to live a good life?"
"Here, lend a hand and spread the black dog's blood around."
In this mass grave, the headless corpse must be the most respected, but there are other unworthy ghosts watching us secretly.
Once the black dog's blood is spilled, it can at least blind the eyes of the lonely ghosts and prevent them from getting in the way.
While the two of us were busy here, Wu Laoer next to us was also not idle. The Human Skin Soul Gathering Flag had already been erected. Under the flag, Wu Laoer waved to us to express that everything was fine.
I took a deep breath and said: "Boss Wu, let's talk about the ugly things first. This headless corpse is very ferocious. Zhong Kui eating a ghost mirror is not a mascot."
"As soon as the coffin is opened, the headless corpse will definitely deceive us, and there may be corpses and grandchildren chasing us. Don't even think about giving me to the headless corpse in exchange for a chance to escape."
Boss Wu laughed dryly and said, "Brother Zhang, what are you talking about? Are we two such people?"
I snorted in my heart, if you two weren't such people, why would I have come here to risk my life?
He was thinking in his head, but he said: "In this case, I will believe you, brother. I will open the coffin later. Boss Wu, take the Zhong Kui Ghost-eating Mirror. Remember, run away as soon as you get the mirror! By the way.
Run on the road paved with cinnabar, and never look back!"
"Wu Lao'er, we must light the human blood and soul gathering flag immediately to attract the attention of the Corpse King!"
When I saw Boss Wu nodding solemnly, I sighed softly, took the mourning stick from his hand, and with a smooth stroke, the white papers wrapped around the mourning stick fell to the ground.
Then I inserted the top of the mourning stick into the crack of the coffin, and with a little force, the heavy coffin board made a creaking sound.
The coffin lid and coffin plate were originally welded together, but the iron coffin has been exposed all year round, and the joints have long since rusted.
When I pried it open like this, a crack burst open, and a fishy smell came out.
The smell made me want to vomit, but I still shouted loudly and forcefully opened the coffin lid.
At the moment when the coffin lid was pried open, a gust of cold wind blew by, and the flames of the angry wind lamp next to it kept beating. In the firelight, vague figures could be seen approaching quickly.
This is when the headless ghosts in the mass graves were alarmed.
I roared in a low voice: "Boss Wu! What are you still doing in a daze? Take action!"
The coffin lid was so heavy that I tried my best to pry it open just a crack. The stench coming out of it made me want to vomit.
It's just this small gap, it's okay to put a hand in, but don't even think about seeing clearly inside the coffin.
Boss Wu was anxious: "Pry it open a little more! You can't see it!"
I said angrily: "You can't see but you can't touch it with your hands? Take the things and run away!"
When Mr. Wu saw the veins on my forehead popping up, he knew I couldn't hold on for long, so he was heartbroken, gritted his teeth, and put his hand in.
"Brother Zhang! Hold on tight, don't fall and smash my hand!"
I secretly admired, this guy is really desperate for money. There is a headless corpse hidden in the coffin. How dare he touch it?
Anyway, if it were me, I wouldn't dare to put my hand in and touch it.
There were more and more shadows around, but he was afraid of the black dog blood on the ground and didn't dare to get close.
I looked carefully and saw those figures moving around, but there were no heads on their shoulders.
These are all innocent people who had their heads chopped off by the Japanese.
The yin energy in the cemetery was too strong, the black dog's blood on the ground was constantly evaporating, and the headless figures were approaching quickly.
I suddenly became anxious and said, "Boss Wu! Haven't you found it yet?"
Mr. Wu put his whole arm into the coffin and kept groping for it, and said, "No!"
I said: "Idiot! Touch the head! This is a headless corpse! The ghost mirror must be at the head when Zhong Kui eats it!"
Boss Wu suddenly realized it and hurriedly reached out to touch it. Then he said with joy on his face: "I found it!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his expression changed drastically: "Fuck! My arm was grabbed by someone!"
He stuck one arm inside the coffin and pressed half of his body against it, trying to break free. Suddenly, a huge force came from inside and almost pulled him into the coffin.
I said angrily: "Paper man! Die for the paper man! I bought this thing for you, is it good-looking and useful?"
I bought six paper figures for 120,000 yuan. These things were stained with the blood of living people and took on the air of living people.
Most zombies rely on their breath to attack people. The paper man's heart and soul is exposed, and the breath is very strong. As long as it is sprinkled, it can lure evil spirits to give up the living people and attack the paper man.
So this thing is also called a scapegoat.
A better alternative to the dead paper man is the soul-splitting paper man, which is something that can confuse even fierce ghosts. It's a pity that the Wu brothers are reluctant to buy it.
After being reminded like this, Boss Wu hurriedly freed his hands, grabbed the paper scapegoat and stuffed it into the coffin.
Hearing a loud banging sound inside, Mr. Wu suddenly pulled out his arm, holding a dark and extremely smelly mirror in his hand.
This guy didn't even think twice and ran back.
I was so angry that I almost hit him on the head with a stick. I quickly let go, and the heavy coffin lid suddenly slammed back into place. I was cursing and yelled at Wu Laoer: "Light the fire!"
The human blood and soul-gathering flag not far away did not make any movement. Instead, the iron coffin seemed to have a firecracker stuffed inside it, and it kept banging and banging.
My heart skipped a beat, something had happened to Wu Laoer.
Without thinking at the moment, he sprinkled the remaining black dog blood on the coffin lid and ran away along the road paved with cinnabar.
After only running for two steps, I heard a bang behind me, and the coffin lid that I had cracked rose into the sky. A dark shadow followed the direction in which Boss Wu and I were escaping.
But as soon as it was stepped on, the flames suddenly rose on the ground. It was the fire energy contained in the cinnabar that was stimulated by the corpse energy, and the flames burst out.
If it were an ordinary zombie, the fire would basically be impossible to extinguish, and the corpse would have to be burned to the ground before it could be extinguished.
But this thing was so sinister that the flames only burned one sole of its feet before it could get up. Then this guy opened his legs and jumped behind me in a few leaps.
I cursed angrily in my heart, Wu Laoer, this incompetent coward, if he lit the human blood soul-gathering flag, the headless zombie would have been attracted long ago. How could he catch up to me?
After thinking about it, I threw it away casually, and the paper man instantly went into the woods nearby.