Chapter 61: The Deadly Mouse Tide

  The chicken blood was flowing everywhere, the ground was covered with bloody chicken feathers, it was a mess. The scene was quite gory, I couldn't bear to look at it closely. The coffin suddenly became tense at this moment, its eyes constantly scanning around.

  I followed his gaze and looked around randomly. After a while, we turned our eyes back to the ground. On the ground, there was a trail of bloodstains, which extended in the direction of the house.

  And around that bloodstain, along the road were some rats and snakes. Those rats and snakes seemed to be licking the blood on the ground, making strange noises in waves.

  My heart skipped a beat, just as I was coming out of the house, how did I not notice

  What's even more terrifying is that as these snakes and rats licked the bloodstains on the ground, a hint of ferocity gradually appeared on their bodies.

  A mouse turned its head towards me and the old coffin, I saw that the mouse was fierce and menacing, baring its teeth. Generally speaking, mice are afraid of humans, seeing people run away in a hurry. But this mouse not only wasn't afraid of humans, it looked like it wanted to attack us.

  As I gazed at the mouse's bizarre appearance, I couldn't help but become cautious and pulled out the Soul-Cutting Knife from my backpack. The coffin old man whispered beside me: "These mice and snakes were all attracted by the resentment of that corpse, now they are all tainted by the resentment, not only will they attack people, but also eat human flesh."

  As we spoke, the old man in the coffin also reached into his own body and pulled out something. When I heard that they ate human flesh, my scalp felt numb. Because there were not a few rats and snakes on the ground, if they really attacked us, I dare guarantee that within a few minutes, we would be eaten to the bone.

  I felt a bit nervous for the first time and asked the old coffin in a hurry: "What should we do now?"

  The old man quickly pulled out a whip from his body, with a strange appearance, I had seen him use it before. This whip was called the Coffin Sweeper Whip. According to the old man, coffins were things for the dead. There were too many coffins in the coffin shop, which would inevitably attract dirty things.

  What is called a dirty thing, that is to say, a ghost. If this dirty thing sees a coffin that no one uses, it will think of occupying it and living in it. And if the old coffin wants to sell the coffin to someone else, it must not be able to sell a coffin with a dirty thing.

  So before selling the coffin, he would use a broom to sweep it and hit it with a whip to get rid of the dirty things inside.

  I saw the old man pulling out a coffin whip, and I knew things were going to be bad. Looking at the old man's face, I was even more certain of this outcome, only to see his eyebrows tightly furrowed, very tense.

  Just then, a loud chirping sound came from in front of us. I looked down and saw that all the mice had turned around, staring at us with their beady eyes. The mice didn't attack immediately, but instead kept chirping nonstop at us.

  It's just like ancient armies lined up on the battlefield, waiting for the commander's order.

  The coffin maker said in a low voice to me: "Don't act rashly for now, I'll try to persuade him."

  Then, the old man with the coffin swept his whip fiercely on the ground three times. These three whips made the mice and snakes staring at us retreat unconsciously, very humanized. It gives people a feeling that they are afraid of the whip in the hands of the old man with the coffin.

  I know this coffin has always been giving the other side a warning shot, which is called using both kindness and intimidation.

  After being beaten with the coffin whip, as I expected, the old coffin suddenly shouted towards the house: "I am a coffin elder in the coffin shop, and my family has been running the coffin shop for generations. Both the yin and yang realms nearby know me. Today, I beg for mercy for the little brother of this house, please grant my request, immortal master, and retreat on your own."

  After shouting, the old man took out incense paper from his body, lit it quickly, inserted the incense into the ground, and heavily kowtowed in the direction of the house.

  After bowing his head, he stood up and stared silently in the direction of the house. His expression was somewhat tense, with cold sweat all over his face.

  I stood silently by, not disturbing him, my eyes also looking in the direction of the house. What I didn't expect was that after the coffin was finished with all those things, there wasn't any response coming from the direction of the house. On the contrary, the mice on the ground seemed even more ferocious.

  Those snakes were spitting out red letters in waves.

  I knew in my heart that the conversation had failed. The old man's face changed greatly, and he suddenly whipped the coffin lid again, striking it violently on the ground. His face changed abruptly, becoming extremely ferocious and terrifying.

  The coffin old man was originally ugly, and with this change in his face, I couldn't help but shiver. Next, the coffin old man roared towards the direction of the house: "I accepted someone else's benefits, so I must do things for them. You beast, since you won't stop advising me, I can only deal with you as the coffin old man, beating you until your soul flies away."

  When the old coffin finished saying this, a fierce and evil aura suddenly came from the direction of the house. Almost at the same time, the mice on the ground let out a sharp cry and rushed towards us.

  It was like a black tide. Dense and countless, the numbers were unclear. And all around, even more rats and snakes poured out.

  Seeing this momentum, even I couldn't stay calm. I kept backing away, one hand reaching into the backpack behind me.

  The scene before me now renders the Soul-Cutting Knife useless, as there are simply too many of them. I must resort to using something else - the Human Skin Drum.

  After this, I didn't carry the human skin drum on my back. Because I knew that this human skin drum was not an ordinary object, and I feared it would attract other people's attention and bring trouble upon myself, so I put it in my backpack instead.

  As I saw the mice surging forward, I quickly stretched out my hand and grabbed the drum after feeling it, then exerted all my strength to pull the drum out of my backpack. However, my speed was still half a beat slower, those mice had already climbed onto our feet and were swiftly climbing up our bodies along our legs.

  I just feel a tingling sensation all over my body, a kind of scalp numbness that spreads from the soles of my feet to my upper body.

  I suddenly became flustered, and sweat poured out profusely. Just then, a shrill cry burst from my body, and the mice on me went madly flying off my body at incredible speed.

  He turned his head and saw that the old general's whip was dancing like a ball in his hand, making a loud cracking sound as it wildly lashed out in all directions. Any mouse that got hit let out a shrill cry before scurrying away and disappearing into the darkness of night.

  As I witnessed this scene, I suddenly stopped. At this moment, the human skin drum had been taken out by me, but I didn't strike it again, instead, I curiously looked at the old coffin. This old guy was simply beyond my expectation.

  I never thought that a small broom could be played with so skillfully by him.

  As the coffin creaked and groaned, a chorus of squeaks erupted from all around. The rats and snakes were dwindling in number, but there were still enough to form a dark, dense mass that surrounded them on all sides.

  And I felt that those mice were getting closer and closer to us, while the coffin bearers' speed in sweeping the coffin was getting slower and slower. In the end, it was full of loopholes, giving those mice a chance to take advantage of it.

  Suddenly, a snake's head stretched out and bit down hard on Coffin Old's arm. Coffin Old's face changed color in an instant, he stopped swinging the coffin whip and instead used all his strength to pull at the snake. And just at that moment, the mice around us, a black tide, once again quickly submerged me and Coffin Old.

  In just an instant, I guarantee no more than a second, I felt my whole body crawling with mice, even the top of my head didn't escape.

  But before they could even open their mouths to bite, all the mice let out a shrill cry and retreated wildly like a receding tide, disappearing from view.

  Because at this moment, I had already struck the drum made of human skin. The drum sound was very dull, as if it came from a deep place in the earth. As soon as the drum sounded, the whole world seemed to have stopped for a moment. Then, those mice and snakes were like escaping for their lives, scattering in all directions.

  I was stunned and still had lingering fear. Turning my head, the coffin old man next to me looked at me with a surprised expression, staring at the human skin drum in my hand.

  My heart is still racing, and thinking of the scene where I was flooded by mice before, I feel a wave of churning in my stomach.

  Since I've decided to take action, I won't stop now. Seeing the mice disappear in an instant, I followed the bloodstains on the ground and walked towards the house.

  At this moment, that coffin suddenly walked behind me. Judging from its appearance, it seemed to be giving way to me. I didn't pay attention to it and continued walking towards the house.

  Following the bloodstains, I arrived at the second floor. Walking further ahead, I ended up in front of the young man's room door. As soon as I got there, I heard a series of mournful cries coming from inside the house. At the same time, the young man's loud shouts also came through.

  As I walked up to the door, I found that the young man's room had become a sea of blood red.

  And among these red lights, there was a faint and elusive bloody aura. And when I stared at the black air, a picture suddenly flashed in my mind. I saw that the surrounding land turned completely red in an instant. The surrounding mountains were littered with many people lying down in disorder.

  Suddenly, a chill ran across my forehead, and when I looked up, the sky was filled with a bloody rain.

  My neck suddenly hurt, and I woke up to see the coffin old man beside me stretching out his hand to press on my forehead. He shouted at me: "That's resentment, don't stare at it, or you'll be bewildered."

  As we spoke, I saw the old man's face turn white and lose all human semblance. It was as if all the blood in his body had been drained out in an instant.

  At that moment, a burst of eerie laughter came from the young man's room in front of me. Then I saw the blood-colored gas flying rapidly towards me from above the door.

  I didn't hesitate, and I slammed my hand onto the man's drum. As the drumbeat sounded, the bloody aura also rapidly dissipated in an instant. It was as if it had been blown away by a gust of wind.

  I didn't hesitate, and directly kicked the door open. As a result, I saw that blood-red coffin now appeared in front of the young man's bed, while the young man was kneeling motionlessly in front of the coffin.

  That coffin was slightly opened with a slit, revealing a pale woman's face inside.

  At this moment, I slammed the human skin drum again, and that face disappeared. The coffin lid was also covered in an instant.