I pushed the morgue toward the back door and at the same time transmitted a message to Lin Zhao: "Look now, Old Sun Tou recruited Xiao Zhao in just to let him die."

"The period of time during which Lao Suntou deliberately hid away was actually creating evidence of his absence. When the time is almost up, someone will come to take over Lao Suntou to complete the rest of the matter."

"We came at the perfect time. Let the remaining people think that we are the warlocks hired by Lao Suntou."

The moment I pushed the mortuary bed out of the door, the white cloth covering the corpse's face suddenly revealed a stain of blood.

Is blood oozing from the corpse's facial features?

When I looked down, the white cloth covering the corpse's face was soaked with blood and covered the corpse's face wetly.

Xiao Zhao's facial features became more and more clear under the blood cloth, and it was vaguely felt that he was still breathing.

Lin Zhao quietly touched my hand. What she meant was: Do you want to stop? Maybe Xiao Zhao can be saved?

I put my hand on the mortuary bed and pushed it down slightly, then raised the head of the bed and let the wheels below pass over the door frame.

Once the corpse has left the house, you cannot go back. This is the rule for carrying corpses!

When I was about to lift the back wheels of the morgue, Xiao Zhao, who was lying on the bed, suddenly stretched out his hand to grab the door frame, and he also sat up suddenly.

The bloody white cloth was just stuck to the other person's face. I couldn't see his facial features through the layer of white cloth, but I could hear a vague pleading sound coming from the other person's throat: "Help me...save me..."

I pressed the morgue with one hand and slapped the other person on the head with the other hand, knocking him down again.

Resentful blood stains came up from under the white cloth like black ink.

As soon as the resentment on the corpse moved, the grass in the yard made a rustling sound.

Anyone who has been to the Northeast knows that you should not just walk into the meadow, as there might be something hidden in it. When you walk to the edge of the meadow, if you hear any movement in the meadow, it is best to look at the grass.

Where is the leader moving?

If the idiot is leaning in one direction, it is blown by the wind, which is not a big problem.

If the straw stick is swaying and does not move to the side, it means there is something like a snake or mouse burrowing under the grass. Just pay attention where you step.

If the grass heads are leaning to both sides, or are coming towards you, then you need to be careful. The thing that can push the grass aside must be quite big, and it may be trying to get out of the grass if it is rushing toward someone.

Cannibalism.

At that time, the most terrible thing was that the grass-head was spinning in circles. From a distance, it looked like someone was squatting in the grass barley and shaking the straw stick with his hand.

At this time, no matter what, you can't move forward out of curiosity, because there is something squatting in the grass, leading you over.

When you see what's under that grass, maybe it's not you who came out of the meadow.

When I looked around, I saw at least five or six straw sticks swinging back and forth in the yard.

I didn't look at the grass, but something was lying under the grass and coming toward us.

Lin Zhao watched as something pushed aside the straw stick, rushed towards my feet, raised his leg and kicked it into the grass.

As soon as Lin Zhao stood up with his right foot, a bright soul-breaking thorn shot out from the tip of his shoe. A triangular iron thorn more than two inches long was lifted up from the bottom of the straw stick into the air. A ghost cry also exploded in the grass, a dazzling sound.

When the phosphorus fire burst out from under the grass, the whole yard returned to deathly silence again.

I pushed the mortuary bed and walked to the octagonal well in the middle of the yard. I lifted the bucket from the edge of the well, grabbed a big coin off the morgue and threw it into the well. People followed and looked into the well.

The well water, which was originally calm and calm, started to bubble after the big money fell into the water. The turbid sand and soil rose up along with the well water. The well water, which was still reflecting the silhouette of people, now became unable to see anything clearly.

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Corpse washer, why do you need to spend money to buy water? Just to get this bucket of muddy water from the well.

Water is available everywhere, and at worst, you can get some pure water to suit the occasion.

Where the corpse-washer buys water, there must be a spirit present.

This kind of spirit has no fixed category. It may be a ghost, a spirit, or even a ghost that does not want to enter the underworld. However, they all have one characteristic, that is, they can suppress the resentment on the corpse and ensure that the corpse is washed.

The craftsman can successfully complete what he should do.

I threw the bucket to Lin Zhao: "You go wash the body, and I will continue to buy water."

Lin Zhao carried the bucket and walked to the body three times: "There is no more bucket."

I picked another big coin and threw it into the well, but this time there was no change in the water.

I said solemnly: "Pour the water into the well!"

Lin Zhao was stunned: "Pour it into the well? Didn't you...didn't you destroy the well?"

I sneered and said, "There's no need to look here. People here can't do anything. Damn it!"

Lin Zhao picked up the bucket and plunged it into the well. The well seemed to be about to explode. There was a loud noise from the bottom of the well, and white gas like thick smoke burst out of the well.

When the water in the well burst out, I said in a deep voice again: "Keep pouring water in!"

Lin Zhao grabbed the bucket and buckled it directly on the well mouth. Then he slapped the bottom of the bucket with his right hand and slapped the bucket together into the well.
Chapter completed!