The black shadow finally came to a tomb without a monument. He took out a soul-striking banner and inserted it into the tomb. He waved in the wind like a ghost hand. He saw that he often did such things.

The black shadow was silent in front of the grave for a moment, lowering his head and singing something. The rain was rustling, neither big nor small, making his figure blurry, but not so messy.

Suddenly, the black shadow pursed his lips and stretched out a thin hand. There was no trace of blood on his arm, which was extremely pale. He said, "I said, Madam, why are you running back? Is that woman not having enough yin energy that makes you unable to stay? Or is that woman not beautiful enough?"

Immediately afterwards, the black shadow was like sitting cross-legged in front of the grave, but his eyes were looking at the sky without any trace, waiting for the moon to fill. He talked to himself for a long time in front of the grave, "Madam, don't worry, this host should be able to let us live a good life for a while. When her health is out of reach, I will find you again."

As the man finished speaking, the demon wind blew over him a few soft calls, as if it was a response to the man. The man smiled happily, lay in front of the grave strangely, and kissed the soil on the grave.

Immediately afterwards, he untied a black umbrella from his back, slowly opened it and inserted it in front of the grave, blocking the drizzle of night rain. He took out the cloth bag he was carrying, carefully took out three incense sticks, lit it with a match, and inserted it into the soil under the umbrella. Regardless of the mud, he knelt down and kowtowed three times, then stood up and bowed slightly as if he was worshipping the world, "Madam, that woman is not yin enough. If you possess it, it is too difficult, so you need to borrow your body for use. I offended today!"

While speaking, he took a deep breath and slowly took out a folded flat shovel from the cloth bag. He began to dig his grave in such a dark and weird scene.

The soil on the grave was very soft after being soaked by rain these days. The man didn't take much effort. However, it took twenty minutes to dig a long hole. He walked forward step by step, wiped off a thick layer of soil on it, grinned, revealing his pale teeth.

When he wiped all the soil on his head, a bright red coffin board was exposed, like blood dripping, or like a bloody red rose.

In the Feng Shui world, there is such an unwritten rule that any coffin is painted dark red, and those painted bright red are those who die. The resentment is too strong, the stronger the red, the better the effect of suppressing evil.

Not only that, there were thirty-three thick red lines wrapped around the coffin, crisscrossing like a net, wrapping the entire coffin tightly, as if afraid that the people in the coffin would crawl out. It seems that the people living in the coffin must be the ones who died unjustly.

However, the man standing in front of the coffin seemed to dislike the red coffin. He kicked it with disdain and said, "Mrs. I must not be used to living in this broken place. When I can raise money, I will definitely change my wife to a good place to live."

The man bowed to the coffin to the end and said, "Madam, I offended you."

As soon as he finished speaking, a thunder suddenly exploded in the sky. The mass grave was completely illuminated by the thunder's bright white light. However, the man did not care about the actions around him at all. He seemed to be possessed. He quickly took out the dagger with his right hand and cut the red lines one by one. Then he knocked open the seven seven-inch coffin nails with a crowbar, took a deep breath, and lifted the lid of the coffin without any timidity.

A female corpse wearing a white mourning dress, with her hands folded together and lay in a prayer-like manner in the coffin. There was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth. However, a piece of charred wreckage on her left leg looked particularly terrifying.

Under the faint light of the incense, the female corpse looked pale and her turbid eyes were wide open, like a dead fish, as if she would fall out of the yellow Kaka's eye socket at any time. Her expression was ferocious and terrifying, and her body was filled with a very cold aura.??

The man frowned slightly, sniffed gently, and muttered to himself: "Why has the yin energy become so heavy during this period? If the corpse oil was refined in this state, the little woman's body would probably not be able to bear it."

"Why, do you want to go back on your word?" As soon as the man's voice fell, the woman in the coffin sat up suddenly, raised her hands stiffly, and questioned the man with a sneer.

The man bowed and stepped back and knelt on the ground, "Madam, I only have you in my heart, I have never regretted it. I just worried that the woman's body could not bear the corpse oil with such heavy yin energy." Suddenly, a woman's cry echoed in the wind and rain, "You have changed!"

The man was silent, lowered his head and said nothing, his eyes closed tightly, not knowing what to say, his silence made the female corpse snort coldly, "Okay, do whatever you should do, you won't still think about spending the night with me here, there is a beautiful woman waiting for you on your kang."

When the man heard the corpse's slightly sour words, he quickly knelt on his knees and bowed and said, "Madam, everything I did is for you. I went to bed with her, just to test whether her body can let you board."

"Noisy, don't I know men yet? They are all virtues. OK, don't talk nonsense, quickly refine corpse oil. I don't want to stay in this ghost place anymore. That girl is tortured by you, and her body will be almost overwhelmed. It's better to hurry up, otherwise, it's time to find the next host." The female corpse waved her hand, like a female emperor.

The man bowed again, "Thank you for your understanding." Then, he lifted the right foot of the female corpse, pulled up the three incense sticks from under his feet, and put it under the right foot of the female corpse, smoked it and roasted the right leg of the female corpse with smoke. With the other hand, he prepared a copper basin and placed it under the right leg and then the dripping corpse oil.

The corpse oil fell into the copper basin, and the man stood quietly aside, and he actually reached out to touch the stiff face of the female corpse. The female corpse leaned very obediently on the palm of the man's hand, as if the heat under his feet did not exist at all.

Such a strange scene lasted for more than ten minutes, and the corpse oil accumulated on the bottom of the basin and the candles were basically burned out.

The man gently wiped the sweat from his forehead. I don’t know if it was sweat or raindrops. He removed the incense and copper basin, put the copper basin in plastic, put it in his arms, then covered the coffin again, buried the soil again, and folded his hands together, "Madam, I will come to pick you up."
Chapter completed!