Chapter 2011 The soul is broken in the river, the coffin is buried in the mouth of Jiulong (13)

At that moment, I quickly looked at Zhuge Qingming and whispered: "What kind of dead people are you talking about?"

He nodded slightly, "Yes, that's the kind of dead person."

All right!

It seems that we both thought of going together.

However, what I can't understand is that those dead people rarely appear, even if they are a thousand years old, one may not appear.

But now we actually met him and were still sitting next to me.

According to rumors, once you encounter that kind of dead person, you will be unlucky for three years or even longer.

I looked at Zhuge Qingming and he said, "Parent Lord, sit far away from Han Qiu. I am now in a beggar costume. Even if I sit with her, there is no problem. In addition, you may have to talk to the driver and let him control the speed of the car to within 100 yards. Don't exceed this number, otherwise the car will easily have an accident on the highway."

"Can you stop the car and drive everyone away?" I asked.

I understand his meaning. Generally, the appearance of dead people is often accompanied by disasters.

He said, "Master, just take it."

I know this because the "Liu Ding and Liu Jia Burial Sutra" mentioned that kind of dead people.

I'm speechless too.

And the only solution is not to let those dead people know that they are.

He glanced at me with a puzzled look on his face and continued driving the lane: "What is that kind of dead person?"

After hearing what I said, the driver scratched his head, "Young man, are you talking about gan corpse?"

However, since he said this, I naturally didn't tactfully with him anymore, so I asked him: "Brother, have you ever heard of such dead people?"

All right!

The driver is quite good at chatting, and I guess every driver who runs a bus has a heart that can chat.

"What's wrong?" I asked with a smile.

At the end, I couldn't stand it, so I asked him with a smile: "Brother, what do you think of the funeral now?"

As a result, on August 13, the following year, the deceased was really dead.

So, I plan to chat with him, which can also be regarded as a way to eliminate his vigilance.

When I heard me ask him where he was from, the driver seemed to be talking. Not only did he tell me that he was from Changsha, but he also talked about his children, and said about his own children and what they were like. It took him almost seven or eight minutes.

I explained patiently, "You can't be considered zombies! From the perspective of the hospital, they are not dead yet, but their condition is showing signs of improvement. But from the perspective of the metaphysics, their bodies are already exhausted and they only have one breath in their bodies. Once the breath dissipates, they will die completely."

He shook his head, "No, once that dead person gets in the car, he may have a chance to avoid disaster by driving the car to the destination."

He said, "Let me tell you this. Three years ago, I got involved in an unusual funeral in our hometown. Mom, that scene was really scary."

However, this fan is much smaller.

I didn't talk to him directly about the deadly things. One was because I was worried that he wouldn't believe it, and the other was because I was worried that he would treat me as a lunatic.

First, those dead people will notice their own differences from others after 12 hours.

"What's this?" I asked.

While speaking, the driver probably remembered something and shivered all over.

I looked at the driver. He was in his thirties, dark skin, a bit fat, and had a flat hairstyle. He asked him with a smile, "Brother, what do you call him?"

"Young man, are you talking about zombies?" Na Si laughed and joked.

When I walked to the driver, I leaned against the car door. He seemed to have never expected that I would come over, glanced at me in confusion, and then continued to drive.

This kind of disaster may be a natural disaster or a man-made disaster. As for what it will be, it can only be left to fate.

Well, since he didn't say it, I naturally didn't ask, so I slowly got up and walked towards the driver.

"Just call me Lao Zheng." The driver replied with a smile while driving the car.

Just as I was stunned for a moment, Zhuge Qingming pulled me silently. Then, I felt something in my pocket. When I looked down, I saw it was a small palm-leaf fan.

It is only two fingers big, a bit like Zhuge Liang's fan during the Three Kingdoms period.

Third, and the most important point is that once a dead person dies in some place, there will be a large-scale disaster.

Secondly, the dead will begin to change over time. To put it bluntly, the dead will eventually become a moving evil energy reservoir, which will affect the luck of everyone who has been in contact with her.

Ah?

I glanced at him in surprise and he actually knew about slag corpse. As he said, there is indeed another name for the dead, which is slag corpse. However, this name is generally popular in Changsha.

However, if you think about it carefully, the dead man seems to be a bit similar to zombies, but it is different from zombies.

Immediately afterwards, the driver told me that it was the funeral he attended. Halfway through the funeral, the family members of the deceased were surrounding the coffin. The deceased suddenly crawled out of the coffin and told everyone present that he was not dead yet and would not die until a year later on August 13.

It looks very simple, but it is very difficult to operate.

Listening to his words, I smiled bitterly. The driver was probably not bragging. Because I had heard us coffin holders say something similar before.

"Funeral?" He was stunned, glanced at me, then continued to stare directly in front of him, and smiled, "Young man, you talked to me about funeral in the middle of the night, and I'm afraid that it will scare you to death if you say it."

"I'd better call you Brother Zheng!" I said with a smile, and asked him again: "I don't know where Brother Zheng is from!"

I smiled and explained, "Actually, it's similar to the situation you just said, but the dead are walking with evil spirits. And they don't know that they are dead, but they still regard themselves as living people and walk in the world."

At that moment, I nodded and said with a smile: "Yes, I didn't expect Brother Zheng to understand this."

"Young man, it's not that I'm bragging. Don't look at me driving a bus now. I tell you the truth. I used to be a coffin carryr. I have carried a lot of coffins on our side. Naturally, I understand the things here. The slag corpse you just mentioned was all from ancient times. Now there is definitely no society." The driver said with a smile.

"What if there is?" I followed his words and said.

"How is it possible? Generally, gangue corpses are extremely difficult to form. Unless the right time, place and people are in harmony, they also need to assist external Bagua, internal Bagua, and the Ten Sequoia of Yin and Yang to form gangue." The driver smiled and stopped and said.

Now, I can no longer stand, and I didn’t expect to meet someone who knows what he knows!
Chapter completed!