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Her words just hit the purpose of our visit.
The cloudy eyeballs stared at me blankly.
I was stared at like this, and my heart was trembling.
No matter how I look at it, I think she is the same as what Shen Ji said, she doesn't look like a living person.
I'm going to pull the mourning stick at my waist, or else I'll make a quick decision, I'm afraid she will make a fuss, and we will be discovered!
At this moment, Shen Ji suddenly scolded: "I haven't seen a dead person who wants to light a candle for himself. If you want light, don't you want to come out during the day to have a look?!" Absolutely oppressive.
Shen Ji raised his palm and hit the old woman on the forehead!
A copper coin was held between her fingers.
I've seen it at Chen Xiazi's. It's called New Year's Money, and it's a kind of treasure.
The old woman's expression suddenly became fierce, she threw the candle in her hand violently, and pinched her hands towards the topknot!
With a crisp sound, she hadn't hit the topknot when the New Year's money was slapped on her forehead.
The whole body of the old woman froze, motionless
This old woman has no hair on her body, no evil spirits, but she has a faint corpse aura.
I can probably guess what she is, but when I meet here, my heart is beating and I am worried.
Mr. Yin also frowned, and he glanced at the coffin over there: "Luo Shiliu, let's take a look at what's inside first, I'm afraid our calculations will be lost."
What he said was good
It's not my grandma who met this old woman. Although she is under arrest now, the fact that someone has entered the house must not be hidden.
If it wasn't the corpses of my father and my grandfather in the coffinit would be nothing.
I hurried to the front of the coffin, Mr. Yin helped, he took out a crowbar, and quickly pried off the nails on the top of the coffin.
When I opened one of the coffins, my expression changed again
Lying here is the corpse of a middle-aged man, the corpse is covered with black fluff, it is clearly a Heisha!
This is not my dad, let alone my grandpa!
The next moment, the corpse suddenly stood upright, as if it had been faked, it was about to stand up!
My reaction speed was also much faster, I took out the mourning stick, and slammed it hard on the top of his head!
There was a crisp cracking sound, and a spot was sunken on the forehead of the corpse, and several arcs of electric arcs and white gas sneered out.
With a bang, the corpse fell back into the coffin and fell down with a bang.
The black fluff on his face quickly began to dissipate, revealing an iron-blue dead face and a pair of sunken eyes.
Although the eyelids are not open, there is a gap, and the shriveled eyeballs can be barely seen inside.
Mr. Yin frowned even more. He looked at the other coffin and shook his head: "It seems that there is no need to open it."
To be honest, I was very depressed in my heart, and I couldn't hide my disappointment and disappointment.
Shen Ji glanced at me, his eyes were also full of surprise.
Just at this moment, slight footsteps came from outside the courtyard.
I quickly raised my head, and found that there were seven or eight people standing outside the gate of the courtyard.
Without exception, these people all have gloomy expressions and fine black hairs on their faces.
They stared at us with staring eyes, only resentment and fierceness.
These "people" are all Heisha!
"I'll deal with them, Master, you and Luo Shiliu go first." Shen Ji twitched his waist violently, and pulled out a slender whip. Its color was vermilion, as if it had been soaked in cinnabar. what is the material.
There is a heroic spirit between her brows, and she has no fear at all!
Mr. Yin did not move.
I didn't move either.
Because of those "people", they didn't rush in. Although they were vicious and fierce, they just stood at the door.
And they actually gradually moved out of the way, only standing on both sides of the courtyard gate.
Another footsteps gradually approached, and at the same time there was a sharp and slender voice shouting, little thief! The voice sounded like a human voice, but there was no vitality.
Two voices came into the yard at the same time.
After a while, an old man with a stooped back walked past those black ghosts and entered the courtyard gate.
He is wearing a Tang suit, showing his old age, with gray and gray hair, his right hand is bent and raised, and there is a gray parrot standing on it.In a flash, the three words "little thief" in the bird's beak kept yelling.
Seriously, it's pretty infiltrating too.
Although this old man in Tang suit has a slightly hunched back, I dare not underestimate him at all.
His facial features are unremarkable, there is a lot of flesh on his face, which blocks many bones, and there is a mole on the corner of his eyebrow.
In addition, I have seen the photos, and I can tell at a glance that he is Yang Xiayuan!
We were so careful, but he still found out
"Luo Zhongliang was honest and upright all his life, but he didn't expect his grandson to learn to steal over the wall. If he knew, it would be uneasy." Popularity is like dying wood.
He also looked up at me, but his eyelids were still drooping, as if he had no energy.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time." Yang Xiayuan said again, seeming to be tired, and took a few breaths.
In my opinion, this is a pun.
Did he mean that he has been waiting for me to solve the feng shui pattern in the mountain for him for a long time, or that he knew we would sneak in here, so he waited for a long time?
"You brought two friends with you? Why not the dead man and the blind man?" "Why, are they dead?" Yang Xiayuan said again.
My face is not good-looking, but I suppress the throbbing in my heart.
I didn't answer about Chen Xiazi and Liu Wensan, so I asked coldly: "Where is my grandma? And where are the corpses of my grandpa and my dad?" Similarly, my eyes didn't move away from Yang Xiayuan.
Looking back on the photo of him when he was young, his expression was cold-blooded and indifferent. This old-fashioned appearance, on the contrary, is similar to that of ordinary old people. His cover-up was down to the bone. No wonder no one can find out after being able to remain anonymous for so many years.
"Didn't I tell you?"
"After the situation is broken, your family should be reunited. I only want to survive and nothing else." Yang Xiayuan said again.
He shook his head slowly again, seemed a little regretful, and said: "But you don't follow the rules, and I always say what I say."
"Now that you think carefully, I should do something to teach you a lesson, right?"
With a chill in my heart, I stared at him intently.
Before I could speak, the gray parrot on his elbow pulled its neck again and shouted: "Kill it! Kill it!"
Yang Xiayuan smiled and said to the gray-skinned parrot: "Killing him is not enough, he is very useful."
The gray-skinned parrot shook its head at Yang Xiayuan.
Another shocking statement came out of nowhere: "Kill the old man! The old man!"
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