Liu Yang stared at the old fortune teller with wide eyes.
It was as if to ask him what he meant.
Put the person in the coffin.
The yellow light in the room reflected the face of the old fortune teller.
Outside, it was pouring rain and falling on the leaves outside.
It's like a broken kite string.
The wind that blows from time to time stirs up the old red lacquered wooden door.
Crunch, squeak.
The thunder of Baiguan mixed with the scorched lightning, stimulated the nerves, and the broken pieces.
Liu Yang's heart was also secretly drumming, and the room was quiet, but it was not calm.
In addition, he also felt that this room was so cold. colder than the wind outside.
The fortune teller looked at him with one slanted eye, and Liu Yang looked at the flash of light in his eyes, and his heart trembled.
This look made him panic, as if he was picking out low-priced goods.
He didn't know what the old fortune teller would do.
If it weren't for the fortune teller who saved his life, I'm afraid he would have run away a long time ago.
The fortune teller's figure moved slightly, and he walked towards him step by step.
His steps were very light, probably because of the sail shoes he was wearing, and Liu Yang couldn't hear his footsteps.
Perhaps he ignored the noise of wind and rain outside.
For some reason, a feeling of fear arose in his heart, and perhaps even he forgot that he was retreating.
Although the pace is very slow, it is moving little by little.
Squeak, squeak, business is crisp, loud in the air, like it is used a lot.
Then there was a long push of the coffin, muffled, as if someone was coming from inside.
In Dong's life, the coffin was pushed to the end.
The fortune teller raised his head fixedly, staring at him deadly, his cloudy eyes seemed to be unable to see clearly.
"Put her, put her in."
The old voice came out of his mouth, but it was fierce.
At night, it was like the screaming of a cat, which cut through the quiet night and woke up the sleeping masses.
What scared out was the cold sweat behind Liu Yang.
With a bang, Liu Yang hit the wall, and he felt a cold, wet feeling behind him.
He understood that it was not rain.
It was his own sweat.
Cold sweat.
The sound of heavy breathing formed a thick layer of fog in the air.
Even his own snort was stained with a trace of ice slag.
Maybe even his lips were covered with it.
"Put her in."
The fortune-telling old man stared at him with heavy eyes, and said it again.
But how could Liu Yang listen to him at this time.
I thought in my mind, although I don't know what happened to the fortune teller, but if I stay here, it will not be good.
Prepare to run with Guan Pan for a while.
"Little Red Guy, do you want to save her?"
The fortune teller old man suppressed his voice and scolded Liu Yang angrily.
The poplar, who had already stepped out of one foot, shrank back.
"You, you're okay" There was also suspicion in his tone.
"If you don't put it in again, it's you who will have trouble" "Put it in, it'll be too late."
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The fortune teller said hurriedly.
Liu Yang hesitated for a moment, but thought that it would be okay to put it in.
If the fortune teller gets muddy again, he will knock him out first, and then pick up Guan Pan and run together.
After listening to the words of the fortune teller.
Liu Yang put Guan Pan in the coffin safely.
"Be careful, don't break her."
The old fortune teller suppressed his voice, hoarse.
Liu Yang nodded, and at the same time secretly wondered in his heart.
She's not paper, how can she be pierced After getting it done, the old fortune teller suddenly let out a sad sound.
On a thunderous night in the wind and rain, there was a vermilion lacquer coffin in the house.
An old man over the age of sixteen cried bitterly over the coffin.
In this scene, everyone will be frightened.
Liu Yang was frightened by the sudden cry of the fortune teller.
I accidentally fell to the ground.
But the fortune teller ignored him, and still cried alone.
There were beads of sweat dripping from the top of my head, and I didn't know if I was tired or scared.
"Quick, nail a few crutches on the coffin" The old fortune teller shouted with his life.
Liu Yang hadn't reacted yet.
The fortune teller's face was very pale, and the beads of sweat on his head had slid down his face, like rain.
"Don't grind, it's too late, we're all going to die" The old fortune teller shouted anxiously, regardless of the level of his voice.
Why did this kid do so much things, he didn't help him if he knew it, and even dragged himself into the water.
The old fortune teller felt unlucky, but it was useless to regret it.
Liu Yang hurriedly got up and saw the seven wooden nails falling on the coffin.
Liu Yang shouted, there is no hammer, how can he decide.
The fortune teller couldn't care about him anymore, his face was no longer pale, it had turned the color of pig liver.
Hearing Liu Yang say this, the green tendons on his head skyrocketed.
"Little calf, there's no hammer, you should use your head to let me in."
Liu Yang blushed and blushed when he listened.
Use your head, why don't you use it yourself.
Doesn't your wooden nails hurt?
"What are you still rubbing, you should set it for me" The old fortune teller's voice grew louder and more urgent each time, as if something was chasing him.
As soon as he gritted his teeth, Liu Yang really hit his head with a nail.
Anyway, the skull is the hardest part of the human body, and Liu Yang comforted himself in his heart.
Luckily, the surface of the wooden nail is relatively large, so it doesn't hurt much when you hit it.
But it's not pleasant.
About the seventh blow, blood flowed out and dripped on the wooden nails.
Down, dripping into the inside of the coffin.
"That's it, don't stop, seven nails will fill me."
Liu Yang scolded in his heart, seven nails, I'm afraid his skull will be opened.
Although he thought so in his heart, he could only do it, who let people bring it to him.
Finally there was a thump, and seven nails were set.
Liu Yang collapsed to the ground from exhaustion, and the blood formed a scar.
Bit by bit.
It's just a little centipede crawling on it.
The fortune teller has reached the most critical time.
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He stood up violently, took out a piece of talisman paper from his clothes, bit his finger and wrote something on it quickly.
I can't see the willow poplar clearly, it's like a ghost drawing.
"Don't look at it, go and get the candles and braziers from my house."
The old fortune teller's voice was a little solemn at this time.
Liu Yang also knew that he couldn't be sloppy, so he ran in a hurry, and then ran back in a hurry.
"Two candles were placed under the coffin, the other four were placed in the four corners of the coffin, and the brazier was placed in the center below."
The old fortune teller wrote as he spoke, and when Liu Yang had finished doing everything according to his instructions, he had just finished writing.
The last stroke was splashed on it by him, like an unwilling blood book.
"Stand Back" The old fortune teller shouted.
Suddenly, I saw him throw the blood book he had written into the brazier, and the flames were bursting out, and the sparks of ashes were about to overflow.
The old fortune teller shouted.
"Blood is inscribed, hope is floating."
"All living beings wither, and a hundred ghosts walk at night."
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