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  Eight coffins have been destroyed, at the cost of Ye Qiu's injuries. I think that Chawen Bin and I together can take on one Ye Qiu, but our ordinary bodies are no match for that monster. However, Chawen Bin has his own plans.

  It was mentioned earlier that the dragon is mortal, and in recent years, the local energy of Hongcun has shown signs of decline. Cha Wenbin said: "If there is still a positive dragon energy here, it can suppress this evil energy. It seems that the dragon vein has moved southward in the past two years, and one of the main reasons is also because the golden well is nailed

  "Hongcun was originally a place with excellent feng shui, but underground it is mostly filled with ancient tombs from thousands of years ago. The earth energy is connected, and without the nourishment of dragon energy, this large tomb has already begun to absorb the essence of heaven and earth in Hongcun, resulting in evil spirits flourishing in the village, flowers blooming and withering, fruits growing but not ripening. If it continues for a long time, I fear that it will start to absorb the energy of living people, and when that happens, Hongcun will surely be plagued by epidemics and corpses will litter the fields."

  I understood a bit after he said that, but I never thought it would be so serious. Since that's the case, breaking this formation should work. I pointed to one of the coffins: "If all else fails, we can just set fire to this old eagle cave."

  "It can't be burned." Zha Wenbin interrupted, "Jinjing fears light, and let's not mention that the dragon energy here was blocked by this coffin and moved to the south. The mountains and rivers of Hongcun are excellent in themselves, and this dragon is returning. If a fire destroys Jinjing, the dragon cave will no longer exist, how can the dragon be positioned?"

  "This won't work, that won't work, I'm getting frustrated too: 'So what do you think we should do?'"

  "It's better to take it one step at a time. These things can't even be burned with fire, and if they get out of hand, they'll harm a lot of people."

  No one can be sure to deal with a blood corpse, let alone seven. My hand had just touched the edge of the coffin when he suddenly shouted: "Don't touch it!" I withdrew my hand and turned around to look at him. Zhang Wenbin said: "Any kind of corpse that rises requires human contact, if you don't touch it, it won't rise easily. Tonight is also a half-moon night, our chances are great."

  I asked him: "Do you know how to get along?"

  "Corpse binding rope, black dog blood and peach wood nail." Huh? Black dog blood? That's not right, where did he get the black dog blood from?

  "Where did you put Daidai?" If Zhang Wenbin really killed Daidai, I reckon my dad will fight him to the death!

  "I borrowed a bit, it's nothing." He shook a small bottle, about the size of a small teapot. No wonder yesterday I saw Stupid running into Second Stupid's room and yelling for a while. It seems that he was indeed bled. Ah, Stupid, when you go back, you'll finally know who is really good to you. People like them are heartless!

  There is a legend among the people that says black dogs are strong in yin and yang, so ghosts are afraid of black male dogs, afraid of their blood, and afraid of their teeth. Old people have always said: Dogs will not bark wildly at night without reason, when dogs bark wildly, they must have seen something that people can't see, but the dog saw it and can retreat safely, the key is that the dog's teeth have a deterrent evil spirit. Because dog teeth can also ward off evil spirits, and black dog teeth are the best. Those unclean things will be afraid of dogs because dog teeth have spiritual energy, so in the past, when someone was sleeping and being pressed by ghosts, they would put some dog teeth under their pillow. If a child cries and fusses for no reason, just dot their brow with a little black dog blood and they'll be fine immediately.

  These things are sometimes quite useful, at least in the eyes of a Taoist, they are a good thing. The things left behind by our ancestors cannot be denied, at least in some places, they are indeed quite mysterious. For example, when opening the coffin, Ye Qiu first offered incense to the coffin, and Cha Wenbin said on the side: "People have arrow bones and meat connected, walking a circle in the underworld, leaving behind bones and coffins, five internal organs themselves round." After saying this, he sprinkled paper money on the head of the coffin, and after sprinkling three times, Cha Wenbin went to one side of the coffin and said: "The head is the head, the foot is the foot, the head and four limbs are all left; On a good day, heaven and earth open, the coffin is turned over, and the saint comes." When he said this, he suddenly shouted loudly: "Dare to disobey, die under the sword, Tian Shi Dao treasure, gods and ghosts cannot prevent!"

  This guy let out a loud roar and I immediately opened my mind, a burst of inspiration, with five or six half-daring not to be careless. Cha Wenbin now held the big seal in his hand like Tota Tianwang, one hand holding the sword and the other holding the seal, with a strong sense of justice, looking very majestic. After Ye Qiu caught Cha Wenbin's eye signal, he lightly placed his hand on the coffin, I knew this thing was all mortise and tenon jointed, but this guy didn't know what kind of ghost fetus it was, just lifted his hands up, then "Ka Ka", a burst of cracking sounds like firecrackers started to ring out, originally he opened the coffin in such a way.

  In the blink of an eye, with a loud "clang", the coffin lid was flung open, and he and Cha Wenbin were two completely different routes. If Cha Wenbin was a military strategist like Pang Tong, then he was a general like Zhao Zilong, whose individual combat strength was so strong that it made people's hair stand on end. As soon as the coffin opened, they seemed to have agreed beforehand, each pulling one end of the shroud rope. The "shroud rope" was entirely black, similar to the ink line, but different in that it used horsehair and high-quality hemp mixed with cinnabar, glutinous rice, and black dog blood to create a kind of ink, which was then hand-kneaded for a long time. Every seven inches apart, there was a copper coin connecting them, totaling seven copper coins strung together. This thing was an old object, and in the past, Ma Su had used it as his own belt.

  This bundle of dead bodies was placed on the coffin, and two people were pulling it tight, only leaving me with one hand free. I took advantage of this and took a step forward. Just as I did, a figure suddenly sat up from the coffin with a loud "hiss". The ropes in their hands were also blown away by this force, causing Zhang Wenbin's tiger mouth to split open, while Er Dai's palm was likely torn apart.

  Then, the golden armor thing stretched out its hands, and I was so scared that I immediately turned my head to run. Those fingernails were like those in Hong Kong movies, all five fingers were as sharp as knives. There was no flesh on the back of his hand, only dry skin and clearly visible veins, extremely dark. As soon as I turned around, I thought something was wrong, what was I doing here? Turning my head again to look, that thing was competing with the two of them, the rope binding the corpse was tied around its chest, it seemed to be afraid of pain, could only wave its hands wildly and scratch randomly, several times I saw Zhang Wenbin almost being caught, if this continued, he would definitely not be able to hold on.

  I raised my hand and fired five or six rounds, just a few meters away. I was almost right on top of that thing's head. Anyone who has played with guns knows how much destructive power this thing has. Even if it's a kid, you teach him for half a day and he can shoot an eight-ring at 100 meters. I raised the gun and "bang" just once. All I saw was a burst of blood and flesh flying from the back of that thing's neck, but it was still raging. Seeing that this thing was effective against it, I couldn't help but fire another round. This shot blew off half of its neck, and it immediately fell backwards.

  At this moment, Cha Wenbin's hand with the corpse rope relaxed, and Er Dai quickly retracted it, then changed hands to wrap the rope around the back of the thing. The clever design of this rope lies in that each copper coin can serve as a lock before, so when it wraps around the golden armor, it gets entangled immediately. Er Dai pulled it back with force, and the thing was suddenly standing up again. At this moment, the black-colored Cold Moon sword had already been unsheathed. Er Dai pulled it in with one hand and stabbed out with the other, and the two forces pierced through the armor like cutting tofu at the moment of contact. When I saw the blade piercing through, I was glad that he didn't use this move on me when I opened his coffin that day.

  It turned out that this "sitting" corpse didn't even last as long as it takes to take a piss, and for the first time ever, Cha Wenbin gave me a big thumbs up. I smiled knowingly and said: "How could these ancient relics have imagined that thousands of years later there would be something called a gun? Don't believe me? Ask him, is the bullet delicious?"

  Similar to the one killed by Ye Qiu, this is also a glutinous rice dumpling wearing armor, but no blood lingzhi was found on its body, and it had no weapons. In addition to the corpse in the coffin, there was only a small bell about the length of a thumb, which looked quite old, with a layer of green copper rust on its surface, and what's even stranger is that the inside of the bell had no tongue.

  Cha Wenbin didn't pay attention to this thing, he always ignored the burial objects, because he thought they were personal belongings of the deceased, and if he took them, he might attract unclean things. On the contrary, Ye Qiu's soul went down, when he picked up that thing, for some reason, my heart seemed to tremble slightly, and it was just that...

  Guns can strike zombies, which is good news for us. For Cha Wenbin, however, the traditional Taoist methods he has always accepted hold that peach wood swords, black dog blood, and black donkey hooves are the ultimate tools to control zombies. Thousands of years ago, our ancestors found that their blades could not penetrate the zombies' shin bones, so they began to seek other methods from the five elements. But can these things be stronger than modern bullets?

  I blew on the muzzle of the gun and said in a western cowboy tone popular on TV at that time, "Don't idolize me, I don't want to be your hero."

  However, with this move, the two of them also gained a lot of confidence, and this move indirectly elevated my status. Since guns can shatter the bodies of blood corpses, then as long as we three follow suit, we'll be fine. At that time, we were still excited about our own cleverness, unaware that many years ago, the Mó Jīn Xiào Wèi had already started fighting against the Zòng Zi with their box-shaped guns. The times are changing, and any old society's evil spirits will be struck down by the steel guns in the hands of the successors!

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