My master is the coffin

Chapter 83 Reincarnation
The director's wife scrambled away and ran away, but the director didn't chase after her, so we didn't care about it.

The director stared at us covetously, his eyes were red, and he looked terrible in the candlelight.He asked us, "Do you think there is something wrong with my son?"

I hesitated and said, "Is there... a question?"

The fat man and the thin man behind me were decisive: "No problem, absolutely no problem."

Wushuang waved the mahogany sword in his hand: "What about you?"

Wushuang didn't say the second half of the sentence, because I reached out and grabbed her.I pointed to the director and whispered to Wushuang: "Be careful, he seems to be touching a gun."

Wushuang doesn't like to beat around the bush when she speaks and does things, but that doesn't mean she's stupid.Shut up immediately and don't speak anymore.

The director nodded in satisfaction, and picked up the baby: "Son, son, you are the hope of our family. I will make a preparation for you in the office later. With Dad here, you don't have to worry about it for the rest of your life, haha. "

I watched the director holding the baby in ecstasy and turning around.There seems to be something wrong with the mental aspect.

The thin man sighed: "Let's go."

I looked at him in surprise, and whispered: "This kid has made it clear that there is something wrong, so shall we just leave like this?"

The thin man said: "Now the soul of Mrs. Li has become the master of this body. This is different from the ghost upper body of an adult. After all, she has already entered when the child's soul is not stable. Xu You, let me tell you this. Well, it's a matter between people. It's not a matter between ghosts anymore. We'd better get out of it."

The fat man has a sense of justice: "Brother, why don't we do a good deed once and help him kill his son. This time we won't charge money."

The thin man shook his head: "Don't cause trouble, let's go."

The few of us here were having a lively discussion. At the beginning, we deliberately lowered our voices, for fear that the director would not be happy if he heard it.But later we discovered that the director didn’t care about this at all. He was standing in the middle of the room, talking to the baby so affectionately: “Son, it’s okay if your mother doesn’t want you anymore. You have a father. Follow me from now on. The whole of Xi'an is walking sideways, isn't it majestic?"

At this time, even Wushuang didn't want to stay any longer.Said: "Forget it, let's go. Maybe the director can raise this child and pass it on to the next generation."

Even though I said that, I knew in my heart that this was impossible.

when we were about to leave.The director who was standing in front of us suddenly exclaimed: "Son, what's wrong with you?"

I looked up and saw that the baby in the director's hand was struggling crazily, trying to break free from the director's arms.That hysterical look, like crazy.

The director was worried that if he could not hold the child, he would drop the child on the ground and break it, so he squatted down quickly.

The baby had just landed on the ground, but it actually crawled up with both hands and feet.

The director opened his mouth wide, speechless in surprise.A normal person can tell that a baby who has just been born for a few days can crawl, this is simply a monster.

However, the director was surprised for a while, and clapped his hands and said: "Good boy, he will run away at such a young age, haha. I never thought that I will have such a smart son when I am almost fifty. Our family has hope."

Wushuang poked me, and said suspiciously: "Is this director a problem with IQ? This kid is so weird, he can't see it?"

I scratched my head: "I looked at him as if he was insane."

The thin man looked at the director intently: "I think he must know that something is wrong with this kid, but he just refuses to admit it. This kid keeps saying that his son is fine, not because he is confident, but because he is guilty and wants to deceive himself."

While we were talking, the baby was already crawling into a room with both hands and feet.

The director was out of breath laughing, and happily followed behind.

And the few of us swarmed up and surrounded him to watch the fun.

The baby in the room crawled on the ground for a while, then dragged out a round iron box, and then sat on it.

This box is too familiar.It was the one we found under the director's wife's bed.

The contents inside have been emptied by us.Only some viscous blood stains remained, still sticking to the walls of the iron box.

The baby took the box as a bathtub, rolled in it, and then let out bursts of weird laughter.

The baby rolled over several times, and the blood was all over his body.It looks very hideous.

The director seemed to be begging, knelt outside the iron box, and said in a low voice, "Son, what are you doing? Son?"

The baby suddenly raised its head and made a gurgling sound, as if talking.And his expression became extremely ferocious.

The director reached out to hug him.Unexpectedly, the baby suddenly slammed his head on the iron basin hard, and in an instant, a big gash appeared on his forehead, bleeding from his head.

The baby's head was bleeding all over his face. It could be seen that he was grinning in pain, but he kept smiling.

The director stretched out his hand nervously and hugged him up.

This time, the baby didn't struggle.Obediently let the director hug him.

The director was crying, touching the back of the baby's head while crying: "It's wrong, Dad is wrong, don't do this, can you live a good life? Don't do this. I'm just such a son."

As if forgiving the director, the baby stretched out two small hands and began to touch the director's face.

The director smiled happily, tears still hanging on his face.

The baby groped for a while, then suddenly stretched out two fingers, and pressed down hard on the director's eyes.

Immediately, the director let out a scream.It was so tragic that everyone who heard it was terrified.

That scene made me feel sick.Involuntarily closed his eyes.

After a few minutes, the director's cry stopped and turned into a muffled sound coming from his throat.

I opened my eyes and saw that the director was still holding the baby tightly in his hands.And his two eyes are gone.

When I saw this scene, my heart trembled.

I suddenly recalled the photo of the director in the living room last night.After the two glass balls on the eyes were knocked off by me, there were only two holes left.It is exactly the same as the director's current appearance.

I thought it was bad enough.However, something worse happened.

The baby struggled violently in the director's arms when the director was blind and at a loss.Then, he broke free from the director's arms.

The baby's body fell heavily on the ground, unbiased, and the head just hit the iron box.

He twitched for a while, then stopped moving.I saw that even after he died, there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

The director stood on the ground empty-handed for a moment, then suddenly burst into tears.He lay on the ground, stretched out his hands and kept groping.

Finally, he touched the baby and picked him up nervously.Then, he sat on the ground in a daze.Never speak again.

The thin man shook his head: "This person is finished."

Wushuang also shook his head: "It's too miserable."

Just as I was about to speak, a gloomy voice suddenly came from behind: "Miserable? I'm just retaliation for retaliation."

The sound startled me.

I turned around and saw a man hanging in the air with a rope still around his neck, his face was like a blank sheet of paper.Staring at some of us.

This person was obviously Mrs. Li who was hanged at the door of the director's house.

We all know Taoism, and we have no fear when facing Mrs. Li.Wushuang even accused: "Sister-in-law Li, you are too ruthless, you ruined his family."

Mrs. Li said quietly: "Didn't he hurt me in the same way at the beginning? Now his wife and children are gone, and he is half crazy, almost like me. A pair of eyes is the interest of so many years."

Then, Mrs. Li looked at us nonchalantly: "I know you are all Taoist priests, and the mahogany sword in your hand can kill ghosts. Now that I have harmed someone, you all come and kill me, anyway, I don't want to live anymore."

The thin man waved his hand: "Why cut you off? If you keep you, you might harm two people. When someone invites our brothers to catch ghosts, it will be a business."

The fat man came up with an idea: "Brother, why don't we work together with Mrs. Li. She haunts other people's houses, and then we go to get rid of the demons. After dividing the money, we want real ones, and she wants paper ones. How about it?" ?”

I was taken aback by what I said, and I thought to myself, why are these two brothers always so creative?
But Mrs. Li dismissed it: "If you don't catch me, I'll leave. As for haunting and the like, I'm not interested."

Seeing that Aunt Li was about to leave, Wushuang stopped her: "Wait a minute, I have something to ask you."

Mrs. Li asked indifferently, "What's the matter?"

Wushuang turned around and walked to the director.

The director was trembling slightly, and he didn't know what he was muttering.

Wushuang reached out and picked up the iron box on the ground, then picked it up, and asked Mrs. Li, "Did you leave this box at the director's house?"

Mrs. Li nodded: "Of course my child is gone. I put his bones in the box. I have been with the director's family for so many years."

Wushuang pointed to the gossip pattern on the bottom of the box: "I feel that you are not a person who knows Taoism. You probably didn't draw this picture yourself."

Aunt Li nodded: "That's right, a Taoist priest taught me."

Wushuang asked, "What does that Taoist priest look like?"

Mrs. Li thought for a while: "The appearance seems very ordinary. He is about 40 years old. However, I think he speaks and does things vaguely, which makes people feel very scary."

Aunt Li's description was very general.With this information, we have no way to determine whether this Taoist priest is a demon.

Mrs. Li sighed at the director's house for a while, then left.

I took out my mobile phone and called Xiao Wang: "There is an accident at the director's house, you'd better come here. Don't worry, it has nothing to do with us, his son died. The director is out of his mind. Yes, you'd better buy a coffin and bring it here. It's big...just enough to fit Wushuang in it."

(End of this chapter)