Hit ghost

Chapter 135 On the verge of death

Xie Jin didn't move, he heard the sound of the iron lock turning stopped, and the pitch-black coffin completely appeared in everyone's sight, and with a dull sound, the coffin was kept flush with the white jade brick slab.

The drums and bells also stopped at the same time, and everyone on the field except Grandma Yang remained still. They looked at the eighty-year-old lady in the god's clothes, and watched her slowly approaching the coffin.

The withered and bony fingers gently caressed the lid of the coffin, and Grandma Yang suddenly raised her hands, turned her back to the sky, and uttered a long series of divine words.

The masked youths started beating the scratching drum again, swaying and jumping to the side of the coffin. They performed the ceremony around the coffin. After about 10 minutes, they stopped at Grandma Yang's gesture.

At this time, Grandma Yang was already prostrate on the ground, and she was in a kneeling posture, kowtowing three times to the dark coffin, and then the coffin lid was lifted by those young people.

The drumbeat continued in an orderly manner again. Grandma Yang propped up her upper half of her body during the music. She was reciting divine words that only she could hear clearly. Xie Jin could see clearly not far away. Sooner, Grandma Yang began to twitch, and even her eyes were rolling white!

The body of the eighty-year-old lady began to twitch uncontrollably, as if a strong electric current passed through her body, and with a high-pitched growl, Grandma Yang fell to the ground in a daze as if she suddenly lost consciousness.

"Ah!" This is the first time Xie Jin saw this kind of ceremony up close, he subconsciously wanted to help, but was stopped by Wen Liang's hand.

"This is asking God to come up, and we can't interrupt it halfway." Wen Liang watched with relish, he turned his head to look at Ji Duan, the young man frowned, as if he had something on his mind.

The sacrifice was still going on, but Grandma Yang, who had just fallen straight on the ground, stood up suddenly, she rolled her eyes, but the aura around her seemed to be a different person.

Righting the god hat on her head, she raised her arms and shouted beside the coffin, and Zhuo Ketuoda translated simultaneously under the banner not far away: "Leader Ruixiang, Badong Fuxing, I am the true shaman, come to listen to your prayers desire."

Zhuo Ke Tuo Da stood not far from them, the ribbon on her forehead was fluttering with the wind, taking advantage of the wind blowing to the gap between her eyes, Zhuo Ke Tuo Da quickly winked at Xie Jin.

"Can we go up?" Xie Jin grabbed Ji Duan's shoulders and took him a small step forward. The villagers around him seemed to have no objection. Just as Xie Jin was about to lead Ji Duan to the coffin, a There was a voice of protest.

"Hold on."

There was a commotion behind them, Xie Jin and Ji Duan turned their heads at the same time, Zhao Dong led Zhao Guangsheng, who was shivering, and walked to them, "Didn't you hear what the real god said just now?"

Zhao Dong's old face smiled like a piece of cracked paper. He raised his crutch and poked the muddy end at Xie Jin's unexplained chest, "Badong Fuxing is about the wishes of our Badong people. , What’s going on with you outsiders standing up?”

There was no reason to refute, Xie Jin could only pull Ji Duan, whose veins were bursting, out of the way, his shoulder was deliberately knocked away by Zhao Dong.

The old man's swollen and obese physique made Xie Jin tilt sideways uncontrollably. Fortunately, he staggered and controlled his body balance, and Ji Duan quickly supported Xie Jin, so Zhao Dong's little trick didn't succeed.

"I'm fine, don't get angry with him about this kind of thing." Patting Ji Duan's clenched fist with his backhand, Xie Jin comforted in a low voice, "Zhao Dong is right, we are outsiders, and we didn't ask God first The reason for making a wish, wait a little longer."

"Well, get closer to me." Ji Duan didn't say anything more, although it could be seen from the tightness of his jaw masseter muscles that he was still angry, but he listened to Xie Jin's words and chose to endure, which made Wen Liang quite embarrassed gratified.

Zhao Dong led Zhao Guangsheng to the side of the coffin. He first saluted Grandma Yang, who was the real god, and then pushed the delirious Zhao Guangsheng into the coffin.

"No! No coffin! I don't want to go in!" Zhao Guangsheng grabbed the edge of the coffin and shouted with a broken voice, Zhao Dong's face was obviously gloomy.

"Guangsheng, what did I tell you at home? My lord, don't take offense." Zhao Dong briefly explained the cause and effect to the expressionless Grandma Yang, "I don't know where my son went last night. Suddenly he became stupid overnight, and Xiao Lao wanted to ask Lord True God to cure this dementia."

Possessed by the true god, Grandma Yang raised her skinny finger and poked lightly on the center of Zhao Guangsheng's eyebrows. The rough man who was born with five big and three thick suddenly remembered that his consciousness had been extracted, and he fell straight into the black coffin.

True God's ten fingers swayed like water waves, and her arms vibrated high, as if she was absorbing the energy between heaven and earth to treat Zhao Guangsheng's symptoms.

"Can it be cured, her." Ji Duan had already returned to normal, he stared at Grandma Yang with a poker face like a dancer, and asked Wen Liang beside him, "Can this method cure the sequelae of your elixir? "

"To be honest, I don't know." Wen Liang touched his chin, as if he was looking at a test product, his eyes were inexplicably excited, "I also want to know whether the ability of the true shaman can crack my pill. "

Nearly ten minutes later, the true god was still jumping with the old body of Grandma Yang, and Zhao Guangsheng didn't respond at all. Instead, he fainted from the sudden touch just now.

I saw the real god shook his head, and raised his voice to say something to Zhao Dong. The arrogant Zhao Dong suddenly looked like a deflated balloon. Zhao Guangsheng handed it to the masked youth who ran over.

"It seems to have failed." Looking up at Zhao Dong walking towards them step by step on crutches, Wen Liang whispered in a volume that only the three of them could hear, "When the petition of the villagers is over, we will And then on."

"Hmph." Zhao Dong snorted coldly when he passed by them, and the eyes hidden behind the limp flesh burst out a cold look.

He didn't stay too long, but followed the masked youths carrying Zhao Guangsheng out of the crowd. The leader of the five clans left shortly after the ceremony started, which also provided an informative discussion topic for the surrounding villagers.

Suspicions and worries are like snowballs getting bigger and bigger. Just when people's discussions are almost overwhelming Kagura, Gao Quan walked to the place where the discussions are most concentrated, and angrily shouted: "Shut up!"

He was followed by Li Yougui, who was somewhat reluctant, and two other people. Gao Quan didn't care that the true god was still there. His first task was to control those who suspected the Zhao family and the five clans.

"The true shaman is still here, do you really think this is a place where you can talk casually in front of your own house?" Gao Quan's raised eyes were raised higher because of anger, and he waved his hand, "Okay, who has a wish next?" Hurry up, don't waste everyone's time."

The elder Gao's son went crazy on the spot, which made the honest villagers dare not say anything more, hesitated again and again, and some people began to ask God to pray for blessings.

It seems that because the Wenliang elixir is not an intractable disease, even if the shaman god has supernatural powers, he can't do anything about it. If the next few sprained his feet are unlucky, the true god will quickly solve the problem for them.

After waiting for a long time and no one came forward, Xie Jin received Zhuo Ketuoda's hint at this time, and he hurriedly walked towards the true god with Wen Liang and led Ji Duan.

One step, two steps.

Every step seemed to be on the tip of Xie Jin's heart. He even felt that he had never been so disturbed when encountering those supernatural events.

They imitated the appearance of the local people to salute the true god by painting gourds. At this time, Zhuo Ketuoda also came over, and Xie Jin could hear the sound of the bell rack swinging around her waist.

"They are foreigners who can't understand our language. Please let me help you convey the divine meaning." Zhuo Ketuoda spoke respectfully to the most familiar face in Manchu, and Grandma Yang who was possessed by the true god did not. Agree, and did not refuse, it seems to be the default.

"Let's go to the coffin first, don't move around." Zhuo Ke Tuoda's wet eyes were exposed between the colored cloth belts, and she gave up her position to let Ji Duan enter the coffin, and whispered at the same time.

It wasn't until they got close that the three of them realized how delicate and gorgeous this pitch-black coffin was made.

This seemed to be a coffin made of golden nanmu, but the surface was painted with a special black dye, which not only did not corrode the surface of the coffin, but also played an anti-oxidant effect, and the coffin was well protected.

The whole body is an octagonal black coffin, and there are eight dragon head sculptures carved in pure gold. They hold almost translucent white jade beads in their mouths, which look like they are alive.

"Ji Duan, go in quickly." It wasn't until Zhuo Ketuoda urged them to recover from the short-term amazement. Ji Duan nodded and stepped into the dark coffin carefully.

His back was close to the bottom of the coffin, and from the bottom to the top of every spine, Ji Duan felt a biting chill that could not be described in words. His expression immediately returned to normal after a brief hideous moment, because Xie Jin was right above him , just poked his head towards himself.

The chill has risen to pain, Ji Duan clenched his back teeth, and his facial muscles became tense because of this action. The feeling that his soul was about to be torn apart was so uncomfortable that he even felt himself in a trance. Bones are to be broken.

"Are you okay? You seem to be in pain..." Xie Jin was a little worried, and he asked Ji Duan in a low voice, but what he got was "It's okay" that popped out from between his teeth.

Wen Liang told about Ji Duan's situation at the side, and then Zhuo Ketuoda relayed the story to the True God in Manchu. After listening to it, the True God made a frowning expression on Grandma Yang's wrinkled face.

The whites of his eyes returned to normal, and his muddy to whitish pupils accurately looked at the coffin. The True God was not affected by Grandma Yang's blindness. He shook his head and uttered a word to Zhuo Ketuoda.

"...Ah!" Xie Jin beside the coffin noticed the change, and at this moment Zhuo Ketuoda's voice reached his ears.

"True God said that people with incomplete souls, let alone trying to break the curse, even lying in this coffin that is used as a medium for communication between humans and gods, would be a kind of torture for that person on the verge of death."