I dug the grave of the God of War

Lao Cao is gone.

This news shocked Wu Luoyang and Du Surui, and they couldn't believe their ears.

Obviously when I saw him yesterday, he was still smiling happily and didn't notice anything else strange. Why did it disappear overnight?

"Why not?"

Senior brother Wu Fengxing asked.

The old man was smoking a cigarette and exhaled a puff of white smoke.

He squinted at Wu Fengxing and replied unhurriedly: "Today is his old mother's memorial day. I used the rice cooker to make rice for the sacrifice early in the morning. When I plugged in the power with wet hands, the power went out."

After receiving this answer, Wu Luoyang, his senior brothers Wu Fengxing and Du Surui looked at each other with horror in their hearts.

"Hey, aren't you three here to look for work? Do you want to do any work without money?"

The old man took another puff of cigarette, exhaled clouds of smoke, and suggested: "Lao Cao is a low-income household in the village. He has no children. No one will bury him. The funeral home's car will come and take him away in a short while. If you can If you have done good deeds and accumulated merit, why not give him salvation so that he will not suffer so much in the next life."

Leaving the small square, Wu Luoyang and Du Surui headed to the earthen house on the mountain.

The dilapidated mud house still leaked air. Three or five old neighbors from the next door were standing at the entrance of the house. A few elderly people were talking. Everyone was waiting for the funeral home's car to come and pick people up.

Wu Luoyang, Wu Fengxing and Du Surui stepped forward to say hello.

"Who are you, Lao Cao?"

The older man looked at them hesitantly, his eyes wide.

Lao Cao has been crazy for most of his life. In the past, when his old mother was around, those relatives were still around. Since his old mother passed away, those relatives have been hiding away from him for fear of increasing the burden.

Not to mention the relatives and friends who came to visit.

"Uncle, we just met Lao Cao by chance. We met yesterday in the small square at the end of the town. We want to give him a blessing."

Du Surui stepped forward to pass the cigarette and explained his purpose.

Lao Cao had no children, not to mention excessive religious practices. Even his last clothes were changed by his old neighbors.

Anyway, everyone inside is dead, and the older man did not stop him: "If someone saves him, it can be regarded as a blessing for Lao Cao's good deeds in his life. You can go in."

Later, the old man asked someone to get some water for him to bury.

Wu Luoyang and Wu Fengxing entered the house.

The yellowed quilt was still the same as yesterday, covering the old Cao who had no vital signs. His hair was still long and messy, and no one helped clean the dirt on his face. The pupils of his round eyes were dilated, and his ferocious expression became a bit more terrifying.

After lighting the incense candle, Du Surui took out the magic weapon, walked slowly around the bed, and chanted the Sutra of Salvation.

Wu Luoyang stood by the bed, lowered his head, and his eyes fell on Lao Cao's right hand exposed under the quilt. His index finger was as black as carbon from the electric shock.

I quietly activated the detection, but did not find the presence of Xingsha's aura.

It seems that this person did die accidentally.

clap clap clap...

There were several footsteps at the door.

In a moment, an elderly lady came in carrying a basin, followed by an older man. She came to the bedside and took out the hair clippers in her hand to clean up Lao Cao's messy long hair.

From the conversation between the old lady and the barber, I learned that their family had benefited from Lao Cao's kindness before and came here to see him off on his last journey.

After freshening up, Lao Cao's true face was finally revealed.

The Chinese character face has clear lines and clear edges. It does not have the crazy look of yesterday, but looks a bit resolute and powerful.

If not for bad luck, he might have been a promising person.

"Senior brother, do you feel that this old Cao looks a bit familiar?" Wu Luoyang looked at the face and asked quietly in senior brother Wu Jian's ear.

Hearing this, senior brother Wu Fengxing also looked over and shook his head slightly, "It doesn't look familiar. This man has been crazy in the town for most of his life. It must be because of his popularity."

After hearing this, Wu Luoyang's doubts were eliminated.

The clothes Lao Cao was wearing were new clothes bought by Wu Luoyang yesterday, and the shoes were new leather shoes given by an old neighbor. After the old lady tidied him up, he was ready for the road.

"Aunt Aqing, are you ready?"

A questioning voice came from the door.

"OK OK."

The old lady replied, then took the basin out and whispered something to the person at the door.

Wu Luoyang only heard the last sentence. The old lady sighed: "Old Cao left uneasy. He was probably thinking about his lost daughter. His wish was not fulfilled and he refused to close his eyes."

Du Surui finished singing the Salvation Sutra and burned some paper money. Wu Luoyang picked up the paper money on the side and gently stroked it down on Lao Cao's wide eyes.

After doing it three times in a row, Lao Cao still refused to close his eyes.

Wu Luoyang's heart sank.

When she raised her hand again, her senior brothers Wu Fengxing and Du Surui stopped her at the same time and shook their heads gently at her. Unless they helped Lao Cao fulfill his wish, it would be useless.

Wu Luoyang put down the paper money and walked to the edge, feeling inexplicably uncomfortable.

Du Surui picked up the paper money on the side and quickly drew runes on it with his sword finger. Then he spread the paper money around the bed, then picked up two stacks of paper money and pressed them on both sides of Lao Cao's head.

Lao Cao had just died and had a strong evil spirit, which could easily attract things with strong Yin energy nearby.

Du Surui kept a secret. The runes on the paper money could help the soul of Lao Cao to go on the road safely without being blocked by ghosts of unknown origin.

After doing this, Du Surui pulled Wu Luoyang and Wu Fengxing out of the house.

Several old men outside the house were talking about something. Wu Luoyang listened closely and realized that news had just been sent from the town office that it was suspected that Lao Cao's missing daughter had been found and was rushing back on the road.

As a result, several old men discussed asking the funeral home's car to wait for a while so that Lao Cao and his daughter could meet.

Wu Luoyang and Wu Fengxing did not leave immediately.

Nowadays, the evil-nurturing people under the Dark Lord are ready to collect grievances everywhere, and the new dead souls attract the attention of those evil-raising people the most.

Wu Luoyang had just left a barrier in the house just in case, and set up a formation to protect the body and soul of the newly deceased Lao Cao from being manipulated by evil spirits.

The Sagittarius Xingsha has not yet appeared, and Lao Cao is a newly deceased soul.

To be cautious, Wu Luoyang, Wu Fengxing, and Du Surui stayed together. After Lao Cao's daughter came back to meet, the funeral home sent the deceased away before leaving.

inside the house.

In the dark cracks of the dilapidated roof, an inconspicuous black mist was wrapped by a transparent barrier to prevent the evil spirit from leaking and being noticed. It stared closely at the newly deceased body lying on the bed, reluctant to part with it and unwilling to leave.

It lurks patiently, biding its time.

……

Two and a half hours later.

A red car parked on the roadside at the foot of the mountain.

The staff from the town office in police uniforms walked up the dirt mountain road with the woman who got off the car and was also wearing a black police uniform. She lowered her head and walked in a hurry as she listened to the staff on the side talking about Lao Cao's situation.

A few minutes later, accompanied by staff, she arrived in front of the dilapidated mud house.

Catching a familiar figure from the corner of his eye, Wu Luoyang turned his head to look. The expression on his face changed from dull to shocked, and he shouted in surprise: "Sister!"