Master of the city

What did you say? If you do not break out in silence, you will perish in silence. It seems that the situation of these four brothers is similar. In the face of fear, they all choose to break out when they have enough money. The earth digging is fast. Zhang Fan thinks that he can do it himself.

In less than 15 minutes, the earth on the grave bag had been dug up. If you dig down a little, you should be able to see the coffin.

And their actions did not seem to irritate the following things. The sound of "Dong Dong" did not increase, but decreased.

"Crazy, you must be crazy. Do you have to let the devil out?"

At this time, Joseph kept talking about the magic barrier. He kept washing the tarot cards in his hand. If it wasn't for the excellent quality, it was estimated that the pattern on the card surface would be worn away by him now.

"You are so timid. How can you eat Yin Yang food?" Zhang Fan came up to Joseph with a look of Noye on his face. In fact, he felt that the foreigner really had some skills. I'm afraid Liu facheng can't compare with Joseph just in his perception of the guy below. I don't know how these so-called astrologers practice. If they have a chance, they must have a good communication.

"No! We astrologers only do divination and house arrangement for people. We are not responsible for exorcism. Exorcists are responsible for exorcism. It has nothing to do with us astrologers."

As a big man, how can Joseph admit that he is timid? It's just that this argument is really weak.

"Don't worry, foreign devils. I've chosen a particular time to open the grave. Nothing can happen. Just take care of the women. Don't let them be haunted by black magic. When the work is finished, I'll treat you to spicy hot

Zhang Fan said, and said hello to the women. Each of them sent a sign to let them stand behind Joseph.

In fact, the time he was looking for to open the grave was very particular. It was half past eleven when Zhang Fan began to worship the tombs. Now it is more than forty minutes past eleven. And this time is exactly the so-called three minutes at noon in ancient times.

The heaviest time of Yang Qi in a day is noon, and the final stage of Yang Qi in noon is three minutes. In ancient times, beheading criminals was the most heinous crime. It was said that because of the strong Yang at this time, the beheaded people would be so scared that they could not even do ghosts.

This is also the reason why the sound of "Dong Dong" in the grave bag was weakened before.

"No! Damn spicy hot! I'm not interested in men! "

When he heard the spicy hot, Joseph felt as if he had been trampled on his tail. Zhang fan can't help scratching his head. Even foreigners know about the six yuan spicy hot pot. But don't get me wrong. I don't want to get to know you deeply and enjoy the flowers. I just think it's cheaper to invite you to eat spicy hot pot.

"Mr. Zhang! Come and see what this is Zhang Fan left the grave for only a minute or two. Unexpectedly, the folk over there began to shout. When I went back to the grave, I saw a layer of strange filaments in the soil. It looked like human hair, black and white, mixed together.

"Beat all the soil above, and dig deep next to it to expose the bottom." Zhang Fan swallowed a mouthful of saliva, this thing looks really evil. After giving an order, he sent a broken amulet to each of them to wear.

After digging for a while, the original fear had dissipated a lot. In addition to the Fu given by Zhang Fan, they were more courageous. In a few minutes, they knocked away the surface soil and planed the edge.

I don't know. With this planing, all the onlookers took a breath of air. When they didn't get rid of the clay, they all thought that the hair was a thin layer. When they got rid of it, it was clear that the whole coffin was wrapped up with hair and made into a cocoon like thing.

"Master Zhang, what is this?" Lu Zhaolin came to Zhang Fan with fear.

"Hair, what else? Your family can't afford to spend money today. By the way, you can give me the ten million check first. I'm afraid I'll be broke soon, and you won't be able to take it out in a short time. "

Zhang Fan had a "I'm sorry" expression on his face, but his hand didn't hesitate at all. When he raised his hand, a fire symbol was lost on the hair wrapped in the coffin. The hair was a very combustible thing. Once he touched the fire, the burning momentum couldn't stop.

Lu Zhaolin looked at that called a heartache, so a fire down, their own fortune has to be burned how much?

Zhang Fanke doesn't care whether he is distressed or not. The simplest solution to the problem of things in the coffin, whether it's a monk or a Taoist priest or a geomantic omen gentleman, has always been burning!

However, things are not as simple as Zhang Fan thought. When the fire on the coffin reached its peak, a dark wind rolled up from the flat again, which made people unable to open their eyes. After the dark wind dispersed, the flame on the coffin had already gone out. Fortunately, the hair was burned, revealing the big black coffin below.

Because a lot of hair has been burned, and many places can be seen clearly. The hair just emerged from the junction of the coffin lid and the coffin body, and it was very thick. From the section below, the hair was at least three inches thick.After death, hair and nails will continue to grow, but the length of three inches around the coffin can never grow overnight.

It must be that the dead man was so angry that his hair was still growing many years after his death. It must have been an expert who found something strange and buried the sword of money.

"Do you have a crowbar? Pry the lid off the coffin. See what's inside. "

As soon as Zhang Fan's words came to an end, people heard a "Dong" sound, and there was a sudden crash in the middle of the coffin. And after the crash, a blue gray smoke came out slowly from the crack of the coffin near the crash. And some weeds on the side of the grave pit immediately turned yellow when they met the smoke.

A civil servant who was about to start was so scared that the crowbar he just picked up almost fell into the grave.

"What are you doing! Hurry up and pry the lid off the coffin! I didn't invite you back for dry food! Hurry to pry open the coffin and give each of you 10000 yuan! "

Lu Zhaolin was angry in his heart and could only express his anger to the local people. The man gritted his teeth and picked up the crowbar from the ground. Ten thousand yuan. Just pry a coffin and you'll get another ten thousand yuan.

He recited this in his heart, encouraged himself, inserted one end of the crowbar into the crack of the coffin, pressed it down with force, and with a "click", the coffin was lifted up for more than an inch. But before the Minfu changed his place to pry for a second time, a gray cloth like thing with a touch of smoke came out of it and swept past Minfu's ankle until it was stuck on the other side of the coffin seam.

"Stab" a, min Fu's ankle socks were immediately cut a hole.

"Step back!" Zhang Fan darted to the back of the man, grabbed his collar and pulled back the man who didn't even yell. Looking down at his ankle, he saw a half centimeter deep, two inch long wound. The skin and flesh on both sides of the wound rolled up, showing a kind of grayish white, and the blood flowing out was black and red. It was obvious that something like the ribbon was poisonous.

"Ma, my feet, my feet are all numb. Master, please help me. I must be evil. Please help me!"

Minfu's face was full of panic. It was only a few seconds, but he felt that his right leg had gone down completely.

"Don't worry, you're OK. Bring me the glutinous rice! Two of you, with a shovel, look at the casket at the upper draught and notice what will come out. Zhang Fan comforted Minfu while dragging him a little farther away. He took out the needle sleeve from his bag and stabbed the acupoints with silver needles to slow down the blood flow on his legs. Then he poured Qi into his palm and pushed the Minfu blood down from his knee.

Black blood gushed out from the wound one by one, and the air was filled with a smell of putrefaction. If he hadn't seen Minfu injured, Zhang Fan would not have believed that this smell could be emitted from the wound of a newly injured person.

Another man rushed to the place where he put things and took a big bag of glutinous rice to Zhang Fan. Zhang Fan immediately grabbed one and threw it in his mouth. He chewed it a few times. Then he spat the broken rice in his palm and pressed it on Minfu's wound.

With a "stab", a stream of white smoke came out of Minfu's wound, followed by the stench of Chinese people. And the man himself was in a scream, eyes turned directly fainted.

"Master, how is my brother? Are you all right? " Taking the glutinous rice, the man looked at Zhang Fan nervously. From the beginning of taking the job, he knew that it was a fateful job, but when the accident happened, his heart was still seized.

"I'm not sure. I tried my best to detoxify him. Mr. Lu, ask your driver to take people to the hospital. Brother, you also follow. Remember to exchange glutinous rice for his wound on the way. " Zhang Fan said while tearing a strip of cloth from Minfu's trouser leg and sticking it on his knee to slow down the flow of blood.

Glutinous rice can cure corpse poison. It's all from movies. In fact, it's a good way to extract Yin Qi and glutinous rice. But no one can tell what was on the thing that popped out of the coffin. Some deadly bacteria or viruses could not be cured by glutinous rice.