Mysterious Resurrection

Chapter 172

Then Lu An found that there were more than these things in the drawer, there were a lot of gold ingots and silver ingots in it, but Lu An could feel that the gold ingots were fake, not made of real gold.

But the silver ingots should be real, so these gold ingots and silver ingots are also buried with the old man, which was obviously not in this drawer before
Immediately, Lu An searched the drawers and places where things could be hidden in the mourning hall, but found nothing else.
Less than 10 minutes after the time passed, some people returned to the mourning hall again. Judging from the expressions on their faces, they must have found nothing

At this moment, Peng Fang walked into the mourning hall with a pillow in her hand. She was naturally very vigilant, so the hand holding the pillow was wearing a human leather glove. Even if there was some danger, it could be isolated
"This pillow is placed on the table in the Westinghouse room. There must have been no such pillow before, otherwise no one would have found it," Peng Fang said.
"So the pillow is also a funerary object, for the elderly." Wang Shengli said

"It seems that there are only these things."

Lu An glanced at the people who had all returned to the mourning hall at this time, except for the gold and silver ingots that Lu An had just found, there was only the pillow that Peng Fang found
Lu An walked forward and gently lifted the old man's head. Peng Fang put the pillow into the black lacquered coffin with his hands, and then Lu An put the old man's head down.

Lu An took out those gold and silver ingots from his pocket, and everyone immediately realized that this should also be buried with the old man

"The custom of gold and silver ingots in our country is to put them on the chest or hand of the deceased." Brother Hua said
"Where to put the ingot, is there any particularity?" Lu An asked
"I didn't go into details about this, so I shouldn't be particular about it. If there is, I should know about it." Brother Hua said
Lu An placed the two gold ingots and two silver ingots in his hands on the old man's chest and at hand respectively, one gold ingot and one silver ingot in each of the two positions.

Peng Fang picked up the white cloth that had covered the old man's body before and covered it again on the old man's body. After all this was done, everyone breathed a sigh of relief
As for the task of collecting the corpse the next day, Lu An was already very tired. He greeted him, turned around, and was about to return to the room where he was resting.

Geng Tiancheng was also going to go back to his room to rest. He had exhausted himself a lot this night, especially the two chessboard games with ghosts.In terms of mental consumption alone, it still consumes a lot more than playing chess with the first ghost.

After all, the gap between the two sides is too obvious, and if you lose, you will die. Geng Tiancheng can only use his limit to play chess. This kind of mental consumption is more terrifying than the second ghost's even match.

"You all go back to rest too!" Peng Fang said
Peng Fang didn't consume much last night, and these ordinary people were concentrated in the environment last night, and they didn't dare to relax at all. After being nervous, they were naturally endlessly exhausted.

"I'll stay too, anyway, my consumption is not too great." Cui Zisheng said

Everyone didn't refuse right away. Ordinary messengers naturally knew their current state. As for Brother Hua and Wang Shengli, they planned to take turns to rest. When they had almost rested, they would replace Peng Fang and Cui Zisheng.

Peng Fang and Cui Zisheng stayed in the mourning hall, looking at the longevity candles that were still burning on the ground, while the others went back to their rooms to rest. Almost everyone fell asleep, although they didn't sleep very well.
The time soon came to 11:[-], the sun outside shone in, Lu An woke up from his sleep, and his condition improved a lot
Brother Hua also woke up, and he followed Lu An to the mourning hall
"Why don't you sleep a little longer?" Peng Fang said
"No, it's almost time." Lu An said
"Cui Zisheng, go back to your room and rest, I'll watch." Brother Hua said
"it is good."

Cui Zisheng was not pretentious, and immediately returned to the room to rest. On the way, he met Wang Shengli who pushed open the door and came out.
Wang Shengli entered the mourning hall and found a place to sit down, while Lu An and Peng Fang still had a while before their noon performance
Lu An took out the white mourning stick from Huangquan, and handed it to Wang Shengli. This thing has some functions, but it is indeed very limited in this kind of supernatural place, but it is undeniable that this The wail stick really helped the situation a lot

"What is the function of this mourning stick?" Wang Shengli asked

Lu An still has a good impression of Wang Shengli, at least he can take out the mourning stick for himself to use in times of crisis, and the mourning stick has indeed played a very important role

"Recruiting ghosts, you can summon nearby ghosts for your own use, but ghosts are definitely at risk of losing control. After losing control, ghosts will be the first to attack the person who summoned you." Lu An said.
"Is there a high risk of losing control?"

"This may depend on the probability. The more terrifying the ghost, the easier it is to lose control. It may also be related to the strength of the person using it." Lu Andao
"Forget it, you can take this mourning stick, it's your reward for saving me a few times, and this thing sounds dangerous, forget it." Wang Shengli said

Lu An knew that the so-called danger must be Wang Shengli's excuse. After becoming a ghost master, what things are not dangerous?Although life-saving things at critical times have the risk of getting out of control, there is a chance of life-saving after all.

Time soon came to 12 o'clock. Lu An and Peng Fang walked out of the mourning hall and came to the stage. They looked at each other and went on stage immediately.
Familiar supernatural power dominates the body, Lu An and Peng Fang started today's opera, and the sound of babbling singing resounded
Those ordinary messengers who were sleeping were naturally awakened, but when they knew that it was Lu An and Peng Fang who were singing, they continued to rest. Although the singing was a bit noisy, it did not prevent them from continuing to rest at all.
In the mourning hall, Wang Shengli and Brother Hua saw the old man lying in the coffin sitting up again like yesterday. Because of his height, the old man was holding the coffin with both hands and looking at Lu An and Peng Fang outside with his dark eyes. Performance
Maybe it was because of the experience yesterday, Hua Ge and Wang Shengli were not too flustered, they just sat quietly by the side, trying not to meet the old man's eyes
Mr. Lin grasped the coffin edge with his hands and beat the time rhythmically, but he made the creaking sound of rubbing against the coffin. This sound was extremely harsh and weird in the mourning hall
As Lu An and Peng Fang finally bowed deeply to the old people in the mourning hall, the power that dominated Lu An and Peng Fang's supernatural powers dissipated
At the same time, Mr. Lin was lying in the coffin again. Lu An and Peng Fang entered it, and their eyes were on the corpse of the old man in the coffin.
The corpse of Mr. Lin closed his eyes and his hands were hanging down weakly. If it wasn’t for the fact that the white cloth covering the body of the deceased hadn’t been properly covered, and the gold and silver ingots that were originally placed on his chest and hands were out of position, who would have believed that a dead old man just now listening to a play

(End of this chapter)