Weird Talker

Chapter 268
On the other hand, although Qiao Ziru lost control of her emotions at first, after being grabbed by the wrist by the old Taoist, she slowly regained her senses.

Grandma's bones have been destroyed, but her eyes are still there, and the old man seemed to have mentioned "spiritual pupils" in his mouth just now.

Although she didn't know the connection between the "spiritual pupil" here and the "spiritual pupil" she knew when she cleared the novice level, the uneasiness in her heart became more and more intense.

At this time, Qin Manjiang took a step forward and grabbed the old Taoist priest. He asked him to dig up the grave. If he really got some ancient books, he knows that from ancient times to the present, those people who have left the [Ghost Talk Game] sorted them out The way to deal with it is to not let him go.

"Then what do you say now?"

The old man was frowning, and looked around. The employer had already left, but the other party gave the money in advance, so he ran away.
The aftermath work has to be done by myself.

But... can he deal with the aftermath so easily?
The old man was a little confused.

But when he looked at Qin Manjiang, Mei Sijun, and Qiao Ziru, his eyes widened as if he suddenly discovered something:
"All three of you have spirit pupils?"

This reckless and sudden sentence made the three of them unable to react for a while, and the old man seemed to know that he had said something wrong, so he hurriedly said to the strong men standing by the grave: "You go over, and the ones who haven't The villagers who have left please go home and say that the tomb is unknown."

"Okay! Daoist!"

Maybe a strong and strong person is indeed more yang, but none of these strong men who dig graves are afraid.

After they left, the old Taoist quickly looked at Qin Manjiang and the others, and continued to ask: "The three of you are all born with spiritual pupils. Could it be that... the legend of the pupil world is also true?"

The old Taoist unintentionally uttered another shocking word.

But Qiao Ziru's thoughts are not here at all. She grabbed the old Taoist with her backhand and asked, "Master Taoist, what should my grandma do?"

There were still tears on her face, and she spoke tremblingly: "You acted according to the regulations, I don't blame you, but now the person who bought the land has run away, you must restore grandma's grave!"

"Alas..." The old Taoist looked helpless, "If it is possible, the old man also wants to restore everything, but the dead soul pupil saw the light of the sky and sucked in resentment. The soul of your grandma was also recalled by the old man with the soul-calling banner before, miss. Fate changes, Ban Fei loses his soul, I'm afraid... it's already a bad thing."

Qiao Ziru's face was blank, as if she couldn't believe it: "You said... what?"

"The old man can only try his best." The old Taoist didn't say any more.

He asked Qin Manjiang and Mei Sijun to take good care of Qiao Ziru and not let her get close to the coffin, and then he walked forward and looked at the remains of the deceased and the pair of eyes that had not rotted for many years.

"Bring me the red silk!"

The old man shouted.

After a while, one of those big men came over with a red silk cloth in his arms.

The old Taoist took the red silk with one hand, pointed at the sword with the other hand, poured a few drops of tea, sprinkled it on his face, poured the tea on the ground, and sprinkled only the tea leaves on the corpse.

"Old madam, how offended you are."

The old Taoist stretched out the red silk, and the wind blew, and the red silk spread out in mid-air, and unexpectedly landed on the bones of the corpse.

Then, the old Taoist conjured a red thread out of nowhere, and the red thread flew between his fingers, and the bones scattered on the ground were gathered together one by one by him with the red thread, and wrapped in red silk.

Time passed bit by bit, the old Taoist used red thread to pick up the bones, and red silk to pack the corpse. The cemetery halfway up the mountain was silent, only the cold mountain wind.

It was the first time Qin Manjiang saw such a weird scene, but this kind of behavior... really works against ghosts?

Although most ghosts have some similar characteristics, such as not appearing in crowded places, he has never heard the saying that ghosts are afraid of red.

On the contrary, ghosts should like red, right?
While he was full of strange thoughts, he grabbed Qiao Ziru's wrist. She was trembling all over, but...Qin Manjiang couldn't empathize with her.

In the last strange talk, he had lost his pity forever, and the only feeling he felt for Qiao Ziru at this moment was the guilt of involving her in the strange talk.

At this time, the figure of the old man who had been bending over to pick up bones suddenly moved, he straightened up, raised his sleeves to wipe his sweat, and let out a sigh of relief: "Okay, girl, come here."

Hearing the old man's words, Qin Manjiang and Mei Sijun let go of their hands.

Qiao Ziru walked forward, and the old Taoist said to her: "This tomb has been destroyed, and it can no longer be used as a private house. Besides, your father is not a son of man, so it is really wrong to use poplar wood as a coffin. According to the original plan According to the plan, the corpse should have been cremated after the coffin was raised today, but the situation has changed, and burning the corpse rashly may cause disaster."

"I'll hold the bones with red silk, and you'll take another eight inches of soil from the bottom of the coffin and put it in with your own hands. Tonight...the dead souls who got lost with the evocation banner may be able to return. If they return, they can be re-buried tomorrow."

Qiao Ziru nodded heavily. Not only did she want to prevent this strange story that had not yet fully formed, but she also wanted to let her grandma rest in peace.

But after digging out a handful of blood, water and soil, Qiao Ziru suddenly asked, "What if... grandma's dead soul doesn't come back tonight?"

Uh...

woohoo...

As soon as Qiao Ziru finished speaking, there was a sudden gust of wind on the mountainside, like a ghost crying, which scared Qin Manjiang to hide behind Mei Sijun.

The old Taoist sighed when he heard the words: "If he doesn't come back, then this fierce soul who came back from the Nine Nether Yellow Springs will probably..."

He didn't say any more, but the three of them already understood the meaning behind the words.

Qiao Ziru's face turned pale, and she suddenly thought of the meaning of the phrase "I can't hold on anymore" that grandma said in a dream.

Poplar coffins are not resistant to corrosion and evil spirits. For so many years, if grandma has a dead soul, I am afraid that her dead soul will resist malicious erosion all the time.

And today, when the coffin was opened, it must be the pinnacle of grandma's ability to stay awake...

Thinking of this, Qiao Ziru lowered his head to look at the skeleton in the red silk, as well as the pair of... still unrotten eyes.

She knew that even if someone came back tonight, that person... Maybe it wasn't grandma anymore.

But she didn't say this to anyone.

The wind was blowing, the surrounding trees were rustling, and the big men guarding the periphery were all bristling, feeling as if there were some terrible things hidden around, staring at the direction of the cemetery in the dark.

Seeing that the blood, water and soil had been loaded, the old Taoist lifted up the red silk, completely packed it, and said to Qiao Ziru:
"Go down the mountain, go to the village, go to the place where you used to live."

Qiao Ziru nodded and didn't answer, just followed the old way down the mountain step by step.

Qin Manjiang and Mei Sijun also followed behind, Qin Manjiang's heart was burning badly, and [Pupil Realm] should be calculating the progress of this [Strange Talk].

But this time...he intends to resist once.

　Thanks for the crispy corners, cups that love melons, and the poets of Los Santos for their rewards.

　　Let's get some monthly tickets, everyone...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)