Master of the city

They sent away the civilian, and Zhang Fan returned to the edge of the grave. Two of the villagers, who were guarding the upper draught, held a shovel in their hands. They saw a fearful look and saw that Zhang Fan came to relax.

"What's that thing that pops up?" Zhang Fan shovel a shovel from a civilian husband and shovels a few pieces of what he has thrown out with his spade. Fortunately, the thing does not mean anything to attack, and stays there quietly.

"Master Zhang, it's like nails. It's just a little too long. " A civil servant is not sure of Zhang Fan's reply.

"Nails?" Don't mention it. If you look at it carefully, it's really like nails. It should have grown like hair after the death of the deceased. The angle of shelving was limited by the space in the coffin, so when the coffin lid came, it would have sprung out along the direction it should have grown.

"Do you have a crowbar?" Zhang Fan took a look. The crack just opened by the folk brother was just facing the downwind. The crowbar on the ground had been covered by the blue gray smoke. If there was no poison in the smoke, it was a ghost's letter.

"Yes, there is another one, but..." The civilian stammered at the tools thrown not far away, and then looked at the smoky coffin. It was obvious that he was counselled.

"It's OK. They are all children of poor families. If you don't want to work hard, I won't force you to do it." Zhang Fan shrugged indifferently, went to the tool pile, took out a crowbar, and inserted it into the coffin seam from the upper air outlet. "You two stay away, don't hurt you."

The two men immediately hid far away.

Zhang Fan didn't talk nonsense either. Seeing that they were hiding, he took a deep breath. Instead of pressing with his hand, he raised his foot and stepped on the lever of the crowbar.

With a click, the lid of the coffin was lifted more than four inches high. Just when the onlookers thought Zhang Fan would change his angle and continue until he lifted all the coffin nails on all sides, brother fan kicked the lid of the coffin smartly. Seeing the result of that kick, Lu Zhaolin's chin would fall to the ground.

The Lu family has always been rich. The coffin is made of cypress. Although it has been rotten for a long time, there is always a weight of 100 Jin for such a large coffin lid. It was kicked by Zhang Fan.

What is the concept of flying? It took seven or eight meters in the air to hit the ground. It just made a hole on the ground. The forehead drops a Sanqing Dao Zu of, this foot really is a person can kick out? Even in the eyes of the public, Joseph has gradually changed into a "devil".

However, at this time, Zhang Fan did not have the heart to think about what those people thought. His attention had been completely attracted by the things in the coffin.

According to the name written on the tombstone, what lies in the coffin should be the body of a man, but when Zhang Fan looks at it What's so special about the Qing corpse! The coffin has been filled with blooming nails. Of course, besides the nails, there are black and white hair, which makes the coffin look like a potted plant.

All of a sudden, the hair and nails in the middle of the coffin suddenly shook, as if something was crashing up from below. I'm afraid the noise you just heard is from this place.

"Mr. Zhang, what's in it?" Lu Zhaolin stuttered. There is something moving in the coffin, which is definitely not a good match, especially this coffin, which has the appearance of a normal coffin?

"It's the ancestor of your Lu family. What else could it be?" Zhang Fan asked him with a bad temper, and carefully poked it with the shovel at what was hitting.

and what Zhang surprised was that the layer of hair and nails was very tough. The impact of the objects was useless. Zhang Fan shovel himself with a spade. Just this light poke seems to touch the nerve of the thing inside, the impact is more frequent, and a stream of blue gray smoke comes out from the gap with the impact.

Obviously, this kind of poisonous smoke that can corrode vegetation is produced by the thing inside.

"Mr. Zhang, I, of course, know that there are my ancestors in the coffin, but even my ancestors can still move after so many years, we have to deal with it."

Lu Zhaolin stutters. I don't know what to say.

"Well, I have to deal with it, but it's not quite what I expected." Zhang Fan thought that it was a corpse inside. Maybe because of the flourishing of woody plants, the vitality of the corpse did not die, but he kept the posture of his life, and then some strange changes occurred. As long as he subdued it, he got it out and burned it with litchi firewood. But he didn't expect that Ya's not only made a cocoon with his nails and hair, but also sprayed poison and moved. That's a problem.

Or In the coffin?

"Bring me all the lychee firewood you've been asked to prepare, and I'll just burn it in the grave."

“OK!OK！ I think this is the most reasonable way! Such demons should be burned directly. Don't hesitate at all! " Joseph, a foreign devil, had been nervous for a long time. When he heard that Zhang Fan was going to burn the coffin, he didn't ask Lu Zhaolin what he meant. He took the initiative to move a bundle of litchi firewood from the pile of things and ran to the grave."Well, it's not very good. Mr. Zhang, our Chengxiang bureau can't see the fire. I saw one just now." Lu Zhaolin is not happy.

"If you don't want to see a fire here, you can find a way to get people to lift the coffin out. It doesn't matter where you burn it. I'll help you to make up the Feng Shui Bureau later."

It doesn't matter where Zhang Fan burns it, as long as you don't let him carry the coffin.

Lu Zhaolin's face was puffed a few times. Before he made a decision, Joseph, who was holding litchi firewood, had already rushed to the side of the grave. As soon as he raised his hand, a bundle of litchi firewood fell down.

In that sentence, the ignorant are fearless. Besides Zhang Fan, who knows Joseph the most about the situation, he is also the one who is most afraid.

However, Joseph never thought that his bundle of lychee firewood was thrown too quickly, and he didn't control his strength well. A wooden pole just poked at the place where something hit below.

Zhang Fan shovel, the following are all false, and no real effort, Joseph, this is good, a wood down, directly broke several nails, a gray gray gas "shout" from the hole came out, then, a strange long East West from the hole drilled out, body shrink, and then like Joseph like flying to fly. It's the past.

"Be careful!" Zhang Fan hates foreign devils, but he is not cold-blooded enough to watch him have an accident in front of him. After all, they have no deep hatred. The shovel shovel in Zhang Fan's hand was sent to the front door of Joseph's face in the flash of the electric light flint. He heard only a "Dang" and what hit him on the spade.

shovel didn't expect that the power inside flew out of such a big, be caught off guard. Although the thing was blocked, the shovel was struck back and then it was on Joseph's nose. In the twinkling of an eye, Joseph's nose blood and tears came out together. He covered his face and retreated, while still shouting "sankeka oil".

Zhang Fan estimated that the foreigner said thank you. After all, although he broke his nose, it saved his life.

that strip of thing is like a snake. When it hit Joseph, it hit the shovel on its head. It seemed to faint at the moment, and was slowly shaking its head there.

Zhang Fan only felt that his hair stood up.

What are the three animals that Van Gogh fears most?

Don't know the answer?

Well, the answer is very simple - snake! Snake! Snake!

Important things said three times, Zhang Fan in this life is the most afraid of the snake!

And it's not a simple snake!

If you look away, you may think it's a cobra, but if you look at it carefully, it's not like that at all!

How to describe it? The foot of this snake is more than two meters long, and this product is a human head under the neck of the snake, and then the body of the snake under the neck.

Zhang Fan's eyes are very good. He remembers that the black-and-white photo of Lu Tuyin, the owner of the tomb, on the tombstone just now is probably what he looks like on this head.

In the records of Yang Gong Mi Lu, there was a kind of monster called "Renzhou", which said that animals need to borrow human body to continue to practice when they have reached a certain level of cultivation. They are often beheaded when they get into the neck of a dead animal.

There are many gods and ghosts with animal heads and human bodies in the myths of various countries. Zhang Fan suspects that most of them are human beings.

But what is this thing? I've never heard of human armor and this kind of animal with only one head in its body.

When Zhang Fan was stunned, the head monster snake finally woke up and turned his head to Zhang Fan's side.

"Don't come here." Brother fan feels a little weak. It's not kidney deficiency, it's heart deficiency.

"Don't you - let me come - I won't - come?"

Even more frightening things appeared. Zhang Fan's words were just subconsciously said, but he didn't expect that the strange snake had asked and answered back to him! And it's the man's head under the snake's neck.

Although the voice is very hoarse, but the enunciation is still clear.

"You, you come here again, I'm not polite to you!" Zhang Fan was also scared so hard that he moved out the catchwords of the weak chicken in the movie.

The corner of the head's mouth tilted slightly, the snake's head above also vomited the letter, and a blue gray poisonous fog vomited from the snake's mouth. The next moment, strange snake's body suddenly bounced towards Zhang Fan's face like lightning!