Neither Ge Zhuang nor I expected this scene to happen. Even the old Zhong, who was squatting in the pit and watching the excitement, was startled by the sudden movement and shouted, "Damn, what's prying the coffin inside? Could it be that it's Te Niang's rice dumpling?"

Halfway through, Lao Zhong felt something was wrong. The sun was shining in broad daylight, and the haze in the forest had long been completely dispersed. Even if there were zongzi, it could not appear in broad daylight against the scorching sun, unless it was a thousand-year-old zongzi like Brother Zi. However, the number of such existence was rare, and it should be just an exception. There was no reason that such zongzi were everywhere.

I could see clearly before that the lid of the coffin seemed to jump, just like someone lying in the coffin, holding up his hands and pushing it up. It was impossible for the lid of the coffin to move by itself, and there must be external force intervention. What would it be?

We were all surprised and looked at the broken coffin with a very strange expression. To be honest, this scene was a bit weird, which made Ge Zhuang and I swallowed unconsciously, and felt uneasy.

We stood there with our teeth, feeling a little relieved. When Ge Zhuang saw the lid of the coffin jumping up a few inches high, he was so scared that his hands were trembling. He couldn't even hold the crowbar and fell to the ground. I also retreated continuously until my back was pressed against the tomb brick at the edge of the pit.

At this time, the earth pit was surprisingly quiet, and everyone's eyes were staring at the coffin, thinking about when the lid of the coffin would jump up again.

But since the accident just now, the lid of the coffin has become motionless and is tightly pressed there, as if nothing has happened. Only the blood stains under the coffin are still flowing quietly, becoming scarlet and redder.

"Damn, I don't believe that you can really catch evil ghosts in broad daylight, let me go over and take a look!"

Ge Zhuang turned his face and after experiencing the initial fright, he was very angry at this moment. He looked at me and said with a tiger face, "Don't be too slow to slow down the little pumpkin. This coffin can't be opened anymore. If you continue to slow down, Fatty will look down on you!"

When I heard the fat man's words, my face turned red and I felt a little embarrassing when my reaction was a little embarrassing. He was so angry that he bit his back teeth tightly, and spit on the ground, saying, "Damn, who is afraid who is the son of a turtle, hurry up and hide the valuable guy after finishing it. Don't be discovered by Chen Yun."

As he said that, Ge Zhuang picked up the crowbar that fell to the ground and inserted it into the crack under the lid of the coffin. I said, "Let's go!"

Ge Zhuang looked back at me in confusion, and I reached into my pocket, took out a handful of glutinous rice, sprinkled it around the lid of the coffin, and then found the ink line, dripped it with cinnabar powder, and surrounded the coffin tightly. Unfortunately, there was no black blood, otherwise I would have been soaked on it, and I would not be afraid of the zombie in the coffin.

After finishing all this, I clapped my hands and stood up. At this time, Ge Zhuang couldn't stand it anymore, so he waved his hand and said, "Okay, you're just doing feudal superstition. We didn't bring this thing to the tomb any time we've been to the tomb. I've never seen it work. It's better to take off Fat Master's flowery shorts and cover it on it to ensure that the zongzi can't get rid of the zombie."

I was so angry that I said fat, "You fucking pants are really effective, why don't you take them off?"

Ge Zhuang covered his crotch and retreated, saying that there was only one shorts, and this thing must be used at the most critical moment. Why are you anxious?

Lao Zhong looked at the fat man and me helplessly, saying that you must fight at this time, hurry up and start. No matter what is in the coffin, pry it over first. If there is really a rice dumpling, I will shoot him first. Lao Zhong said, untied the rifle, lowered the muzzle, held the cigarette mouth in his mouth, and aimed at the coffin with all his body.

Seeing this, Ge Zhuang and I stopped making trouble. They both shut up, took out the guys we carried with us, and approached the coffin.

I went from the cloth bag to the copper-horned ghost lamp left to me by Erye, lit the wick on it, put it on the corner of the coffin, lit a few more candles, and returned to wait. After two minutes, the candle was burning vigorously and had no reaction. Then I breathed a sigh of relief, spitting in the palm of my hand, holding a crowbar, ready to go forward.

Ge Zhuang was impatient and urged me, "You have nothing to do, it's so troublesome to open a coffin. He chanted scriptures and held an umbrella. Old Zhong looked at him, you are afraid of an egg ball, so don't give me the Yin-Tuning Claws, let me do it!"

I have always been steady in doing things and never take risks that can be avoided. However, Ge Zhuang has an unhidden personality. Seeing that he was so anxious, I had to hand him the Yin-Tuning Claw, grabbed the engineer shovel and walked around carefully to the other end, aiming at the place where he was about to open the coffin. If there was a real turmoil, I would cut it down with a shovel before talking.

Ge Zhuang had the result of the Yin-Secret Claw, and first checked the snakeskin gloves in his hand. Seeing that there was no scratch, he slowly reached out to lift the lid of the coffin. But as soon as she put her hand on the lid of the coffin, the coffin board seemed to be powered on, and shook violently again!

The coffin was shaking and creaking, as if something was about to break free from it.

Although we have had many experiences in getting to the tombs, we rarely encounter such strange things. We were so scared that our hands shrank back. The moment Ge Zhuang shrank his hand, the lid of the coffin jumped up directly, and with a "pop", it jumped more than half a meter high and then smashed it down hard.

When the coffin board fell, it hit the corner and opened one corner. The coffin, which had long been full of powder, could not withstand this bump, and exploded many cracked marks. In the cracks of the coffin, there was a stream of black smoke filling it.

Ge Zhuang's newcomer and I suddenly hung up, but did not retreat. We looked up at the old clock above our heads, and the latter made a "k" gesture at us and focused on the cracks in the coffin.

Then, Ge Zhuang directly extended the Yin-Telephant claws along the gap where the coffin was automatically opened. The pig iron used in the Yin-Telephant claws was covered with eight edges and corners. The rope tied to the claws was made of a woman's hair, and it was lined with copper wire ropes. It can suppress the evil spirits on the body of the corpse. In ancient times, many coffins were arranged inside, and there was no way to open them completely, so the predecessors who fought back invented this Yin-Telephant claw, which could replace people to hold up treasures.

After the Yin-Tunting Claws went down, Ge Zhuang held the copper wire in one hand and slowly stirred it, adjusting the angle to test. After a while, the copper wire on the Yin-Tuning Claws tensed up, as if they had figured out something. However, Ge Zhuang pulled it twice in a row, and there was no trace of the wire below. He hurriedly lifted his head, looking excited, "It seems to be a big item, and he can only touch it with his hands."

I said, "Fatty, don't take risks. Let's give up on the things on the claw hook to touch other babies. This coffin is very weird, don't stretch out your hand."
Chapter completed!