Lao Bai’s reaction was far beyond our expectations.

A dead body with chicken skin and white hair suddenly jumped out, and a ghastly ghost clung to Lao Bai's neck for a moment...

I had already anticipated this scene, but I didn’t expect that Lao Bai would be so disgusted that he vomited. In our line of work, who hasn’t seen a few dead people? People are highly adaptable, and they have seen a lot.

I have gradually gotten used to it. Now, even the most ferocious dead person is just a piece of flesh in my eyes. As long as I don't pretend to be a corpse or make a monster, there will be no such emotion at all.

What is the situation inside the coffin?

I was very curious, and urged by my strong curiosity, I couldn't help but walk over there.

It looked like Lao Bai had even vomited out all the food he had eaten the night before. He was still retching, but all that came out of his mouth was clear diarrhea.

Waves of stench floated in the wind and entered the nasal cavity. The fishy smell became heavier and heavier. It seemed that the olfactory nerves in the nasal cavity were fatally damaged in an instant. Gradually, I could no longer smell anything. Such a strong stench made me

This was the first time I encountered it, and I frowned and glanced into the coffin.

The situation inside was not as terrifying as imagined. Even at first glance, I didn’t see any corpses.

A layer of plastic paper was spread in the coffin, and a thick layer of moss was floating and soaked in the yellow-green smelly water. The smell told me that it was corpse water, because the coffin was covered with plastic paper, which was equivalent to a layer of waterproofing.

Sealed, the corpse water that seeps out after the corpse decomposes cannot leak out, and can only accumulate in the coffin, under the layer of moss, with some body parts floating and sinking.

This situation is indeed very shocking, but it is not so disgusting that it would make you vomit out your last night's meal.

Undoubtedly, this man had been dead for a while, and he died of Longtan moss, so that the body could not remain intact.

Wushuang once said that if the longtan moss in the stomach is not suppressed by drinking a lot of soda water, it will grow in the stomach without restriction, and eventually the whole person will explode in one go.

In this kind of weather, if a person dies and is not buried as soon as possible, at least a layer of freezing boards must be added to the coffin to freeze the body. It is obvious that the person in the coffin does not have such treatment. He cannot be said to be a tramp, and he is buried with his body.

None of the people.

I carefully observed the layer of plastic paper spread in the coffin. It was transparent, hard in texture, and very neat. It was obviously not the plastic paper pulled randomly to wrap the body. This was a professional thing. Unless there was any accident, it would be here.

When a person dies, a member of the public should come to do an autopsy. This layer of plastic paper is laid under the body. After the autopsy, the residual limbs are probably rolled up with this thing and stuffed into the coffin.

That's all the corpse told me.

At this time, Lao Bai finally calmed down a little. He pointed at the coffin with trembling fingers and said: "Damn it, I saw a part of the stomach, like rotten leather balls floating on it. Have you ever washed the wool belly?"

When I turned it over, there was a layer of green grass residue hanging on it, just like that... ugh!!"

As he said that, he lowered his head and continued to retching.

I finally saw that he was not disgusted at all, but was mentally ill. After all, he had been teased and tortured by Huang Laoxie. Maybe the situation in the coffin gave him some bad associations.

"Ashes return to dust, dust returns to dust. There is also a saying that time is also destiny. Since you have come here in this life, don't always think about your body. Reincarnate and reincarnate. Things that harm you

I will get rid of it. Now that this is over, I will find a place to bury this coffin. Don’t bother me again."

I looked around and muttered as if talking to myself.

He died so miserably, it’s strange that he would go down there obediently!

When we first entered the village, there was a dark and evil wind blowing everywhere. At that time, I knew that there was something unclean wandering around here, but it just didn't show up. These words were naturally not a lunatic talking to oneself. In fact, they were

The Yin people who are dormant around are all poor people who have been harmed by dirty things. If they don't jump out and torment me, I don't want to do it.

It seemed that the Yin people hiding in the dark heard my words, and the ghostly wind that screamed "Wulala" at the entrance of the village suddenly calmed down, leaving only the Yellow River roaring in the distance.

This place is still a dead place.

I sighed, lifted the lid of the coffin, put it back on the coffin, and waved to Brother Yaozi and the others: "Be careful, and look around to see if you find anything else."

There are only some dilapidated adobe houses here. The village is really small. If anything happens, we can all rush there as soon as possible. I have no worries about safety issues, but I still take Xiaozhi with me.

Next to me, although this child has entered the Taoism and is already a little Taoist boy at the fetal breath level, he is still very unfamiliar with his own power and has no ability to deal with emergencies.

Xiaozhi has never been an arrogant child. This is a good habit. In this industry, the grass on the graves of arrogant people is very tall and lush now. He followed me silently and walked away.

A dilapidated adobe house nearest the village entrance.

The door was ajar, the room was dark, and there was an unpleasant smell of old oil. The main room was empty. It was really poor and there was nothing. There were only a few old tables, chairs, and furniture in the corner.

Just a big jar.

Whether it was the tables, chairs, or the few broken bowls on the tables and chairs, they were all neat and tidy, with no trace of any attack.

"ah!!"

Xiaozhi suddenly screamed and wandered to a large urn in the corner. He lifted up the lid made of rice sticks and took a look inside. He quickly dropped the lid and quickly retreated to me, holding my hand and shouting.

Said: "Brother Jingzhe, there is someone inside, rolling his eyes and staring at me!"

Tian Guan Ren had been awakened by me a long time ago. I pulled Xiao Zhi behind me, stepped forward with the knife in hand, and opened the lid with the tip of the knife. A black and blue head was at the mouth of the urn, with the head slightly raised and the mouth open.

His eyes were wide open and his face was full of fear!!

It turned out to be a dead man!

I breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed my tense body.

This is an old man who looks to be in his seventies. He must have been dead for a few days. Large patches of corpse appear on his skin. He is squatting in a urn in a half-crouched posture.

"This man is scared to death!!"

I glanced in the direction where the old man's eyes were facing, and it happened to be a broken window. Through the window, I could see the situation outside, and I immediately knew something in my mind: "Something must have entered the village with great fanfare. He was so scared."

I hid in the urn, opened the lid tied with rice sticks and peeked out, and then I was scared to death."

I saw the old man clenching one hand, and tried to open his hand to see what was in his hand. He tried several times but failed. The other man's grip was very tight, which shows how nervous he was when he died. There was nothing he could do.

, I could only hold his wrist and shake it gently, and a black thing immediately fell from his palm to the ground. It was a crystal the size of the belly of my finger. I picked it up and looked at it, and couldn't help but sigh:

"This is raw salt. It seems like this is what they eat on weekdays."

I looked at the bottom of the urn and saw that there was a layer of raw salt underneath.

The poverty here is indeed beyond my imagination. I can't even afford a few yuan a pack of refined salt. The texture of this raw salt is very mixed. It is mountain salt, picked directly from the mountains. This stuff is not edible at all. Eat too much.

It's disgusting. They obviously rely on the Yuncheng Salt Lake. The salt they pour into the salt lake is stronger than this, at least much cleaner than this kind of mountain salt, but the taste is not very good. In ancient times, the salt produced in the salt lake was called bitter.

You can imagine the taste of salt, but ancient people have always eaten it directly, and it has not been bad. The grade is a little higher than this kind of raw salt.

The old man jumped into the salt urn in a hurry. In fact, he was lucky. He could have survived. He was hiding here. Even if something unclean came in, he would not dare to come and torture him in the salt urn.

Yes, because salt can ward off evil spirits, especially the raw salt collected directly from the mountains. The effect is extremely overbearing. Maozi gave this thing as a gift to the newborn to protect the newborn from evil spirits.

The Uighurs also believe that this kind of thing is a sacred object. Putting aside these legends, this kind of raw salt is heated and used as a hot compress to help relieve women's dysmenorrhea. In fact, this thing can dispel the cold, and it is naturally useful for dealing with unclean things.

Effect.

By chance, he could have survived, but in the end he scared himself to death. Instead, the body was pickled with raw salt. No wonder there was no smell of decay at all.

Xiaozhi's exclamation just now alerted Brother Yaozi and the others outside. They thought something had happened here and rushed over. They couldn't laugh or cry when they saw the corpse in the urn.

However, through here, we can also get a glimpse of the situation in the village. I'm afraid there are really no people alive.

Because they were separated for a short time, they had not had time to explore other places, and there was nothing else they found to share with them. After confirming that Xiaozhi was fine, they were about to leave, but at this time, a series of low and hoarse coughs came from the back room.

, just like having bronchitis, after coughing, a strange "ho ho" sound is made when inhaling.

"Is there anyone?"

My eyes lit up. This was the first time I heard human movement after entering this village. I immediately opened the door and broke into the back room.

In the dark room, a dark figure could be vaguely seen curled up on the kang.

The other party seemed to sense that someone had entered the room and turned around with difficulty.

Lao Baite rudely pointed the flashlight at the other person's face. Stimulated by the strong light, the other person subconsciously stretched out his hand to block his eyes.

A pale face jumped into view, and at that moment, Xiaozhi subconsciously clenched my hand.

There is no other reason. The old man on the kang is exactly the same as the corpse pickled in the salt urn!!!
Chapter completed!