There was no light on in the coffin shop, and there was a silence. With the faint moonlight leaking in the void crack in the door, Zhang Xiaoluo vaguely saw Wei Xun's fat figure standing behind the door, motionless.

"Fatty, what are you doing if you don't sleep in the middle of the night?"

Zhang Xiaoluo muttered impatiently, while pushing the door of the room that had been opened with a crack, finally seeing Wei Xun's gloomy face clearly.

"Come and help!"

Wei Xun said while bent down, grabbed a black wooden board in front of him with both hands, turned his head toward Zhang Xiaoluo and ordered.

Zhang Xiaoluo narrowed his eyes and looked at it intently. Wei Xun's hands were holding a black-painted coffin lid. In the center of the house, there was a huge coffin without a coffin lid.

"Fatty Wei, just call me for this?"

"Why is that much nonsense? Do it or not?"

Wei Xun bent over, stuck out his butt, and roared at Zhang Xiaoluo, who was still standing outside the threshold with one foot. His hands, which were holding the coffin lid, gradually exerted force, and the coffin lid made the coffin lid "crack" sound.

"Who told us to be old men! Alas..."

Zhang Xiaoluo sighed, raised his foot into the house, walked to the other end of the coffin lid, and leaned down like Wei Xun, and reached out to hold the other end of the cold coffin lid.

Neither of them spoke anymore, and used force with their arms to slowly lift the cedar lid off the ground.

Wei Xun was fat and powerful, and it was easier to lift the coffin lid, which was obviously not light. However, Zhang Xiaoluo was thin and even slowly lifted the coffin lid from the ground without beating or panting.

As the lid of the coffin gradually rose, Zhang Xiaoluo slowly raised his waist, and his eyes narrowed into slits looked at the huge coffin beside him.

On the base of the coffin, there were patterns like fish scales carved, and the body of the coffin was carved with a soul-watching bird with wide eyes. With the faint light in the house, Zhang Xiaoluo seemed to see the soul-watching bird's eyes suddenly rotated.

The coffin lid had risen to the same height as the opening of the coffin, and Zhang Xiaoluo and the others finally stood up straight. He continued to force his arms and placed one side of the coffin on the coffin. Then he tried his best to slowly push the coffin lid to the other side of the coffin.

As the coffin lid moved horizontally, Zhang Xiaoluo couldn't help but lean forward, and continued to push the coffin lid with his arm, while also staring at the huge coffin.

The coffin was pitch black, and a gray-white figure seemed to be lying faintly. Zhang Xiaoluo's heart moved slightly, and he bent his upper body a little without any trace, staring at the figure inside the coffin.

"Bang!"

Zhang Xiaoluo suddenly felt that someone was pushing her back hard. The forward-looking body could not hold back and fell head-on into the coffin. The coffin lid, which had been closed, finally covered it firmly as Zhang Xiaoluo fell into the coffin.

The coffin was pitch black, without any light or sound. Strangely, Wei Xun outside the coffin seemed to have disappeared, and no movement was heard.

Zhang Xiaoluo lay inside the coffin and felt that he was wet under him. He couldn't help but reach out and touched him. His hands were covered with sticky things, which were extremely fishy.

Zhang Xiaoluo quickly reached into his arms with his other hand, took out something, and then reached out to make gestures. A faint flame suddenly appeared in the dark coffin. Zhang Xiaoluo had a burning yellow talisman in his fingers.

With the burning light of the talisman, Zhang Xiaoluo raised the right hand that was touching his body. The dark red and sticky blood in his hand was dripping down his palm.

Zhang Xiaoluo looked toward her side. In the coffin, there was a woman in a hospital gown with a high abdomen lying on one side of her body.

“Bed No. 18…”

From the moment Wei Xun knocked on the door in the middle of the night, Zhang Xiaoluo vaguely realized that something was wrong. Wei Xun was not from the Xuanmen, but he had many contacts with Onmyoji since his grandfather's generation. Although Fatty Wei was careless, he still understood the rule of Onmyoji's "Don't knock on the door in the middle of the night" by the Onmyoji.

What's more, Zhang Xiaoluo and Wei Xun grew up together, and Wei Xun has not called Zhang Xiaoluo a name for decades.

Zhang Xiaoluo knew that things were different tonight, but considering Wei Xun's safety, he still walked out of his wooden door and came to the coffin shop with faint resentment. He thought it was the evil ghost who tortured Yuan Yincheng to cause trouble, but he never thought that it was the female ghost of bed No. 18 that he had no time to take care of in recent days.

When Zhang Xiaoluo was once the Onmyoji, he had fought with this female ghost in the Broken Tail Tower in the eastern suburbs. At that time, he was not afraid, not to mention that he has entered the ranks of the Yin-Yang Heavenly Master because of the pious betrayal of the resentful ghost.

The unknown is the biggest source of fear. Since you have figured out that it is the female ghost on bed No. 18 that is causing trouble, how could Zhang Daren be polite to her! Zhang Xiaoluo stretched out his right hand, covered with blood, grabbed the neck of the female ghost lying beside him, and swung his arm hard towards the lid of the coffin, and actually threw the female corpse beside him towards the lid of the coffin above.

"Bang!"

With a harsh collision sound, the coffin lid fell to the ground again, and the female corpse lying beside Zhang Xiaoluo was also thrown out of the coffin by him.

Zhang Xiaoluo slowly stood up from the wet coffin, turned around and looked at Wei Xun who was lying down at the door of the coffin shop, and felt a secret relief in his heart.

The female ghost in the hospital gown was standing in the shadow outside the coffin. A pair of resentful blood-red ghost eyes stared at Zhang Xiaoluo standing in the coffin, and occasionally let out an angry growl.

"If I don't go to find you, you will come to you on your own initiative! Just send you to reincarnation!"

Zhang Xiaoluo's eyes were narrowed into slits. He said calmly, then moved his eyes downward and looked at the female ghost's high and raised abdomen, and his heart was shocked.

I remember that the baby in the belly of the female ghost on the bed No. 18 that day was taken away by the ghost ghost woman, and her ghost body should be flat! But the female ghost in front of me clearly shows that there is a sign of a ghost baby pregnant!

Zhang Xiaoluo gently pinched the tip of his left thumb on the belly of his middle finger, and a drop of blood overflowed. He pointed the bleeding middle finger between his forehead and eyebrows. A slender rune appeared where the blood stained.

The rune flashed and slowly opened, and eventually turned into an upside-down pupil.

Yin and Yang Tianshi, three eyes between the eyebrows!

"You...you are Yin-Yang Tianshi Master!"

The pale face of the female ghost outside the coffin showed a hint of panic. She couldn't help but take a step back, looked at Zhang Xiaoluo, whose three eyes were already open between her eyebrows, and spoke softly.

Zhang Xiaoluo ignored the female ghost. He stared at the female ghost's high and raised abdomen with the third eye between his eyebrows and looked closely.

A baby wearing a small red jacket was curled up in the abdomen of the female ghost, closing his eyes tightly, and a stream of black air overflowed from the baby's body, nourishing the whole body of the female ghost.

"The resentful ghost turns into a baby, the two ghosts condense!"
Chapter completed!