Chapter Thirty-One: Half Zombie

  During the day when I was sleeping in the reception hall, Xu Qi called You Wu to the ancestral temple and asked about our origins.

  Because that was the coffin of Lao Zu Gong, and when I was rescued, I was wearing a seventh-grade official robe, so Xu Qi naturally thought that I was put into the coffin by Lao Zu Gong.

  Ke You didn't know, I was under the spell of Old Huang, and left the reception alone. He looked at the coffin and thought it was very heavy, so he exerted all his strength to lift the coffin lid, but couldn't even lift a single strand of hair.

  Xu Qi smiled and told him that this was a high-quality coffin made of black acid branch wood, the coffin lid alone weighed over 200 catties, it's normal that they couldn't lift it.

  After finishing speaking, Xu Qi stood beside the coffin with his feet apart, stretched out his arms, and grasped the gap between the coffin lid with his two large hands shaped like eagle claws. He hummed a few times, then lifted the lid open.

  It was at this moment that Yu Mo saw three words engraved on the inside of the coffin lid.

  Run run run.

  If I had night vision ability, that night in the coffin would see these three words right above my face.

  But I couldn't understand why Old Master Liu would carve such words on his own coffin. Did you ask Yu Wu if he had said anything to Liu Weimin about it?

  You looked at me with a helpless expression and said: "How can you not understand? That was specially engraved for you to see, it has nothing to do with Old Master Gong!"

  Now you're speaking and I'm even more confused.

  "Think about it, if I hadn't called the old man last night and instead felt you sneaking around behind me, and found you getting into the coffin, I would have definitely saved you. We would have worked together to open the coffin, and wouldn't you have seen those three words right away? In a fully enclosed coffin, three extra words that let you escape, didn't you think it was haunted? Weren't you so scared that you peed your pants and immediately packed up and ran out of Guan Cun Village?"

  Following his train of thought, in a moment of urgency, I would have definitely left first and then made plans. But after careful consideration, it didn't feel right, so I asked You Wu: "But you didn't follow me, if Xu Qi hadn't appeared in time, I would have been finished off already. This means that the person who wrote the letter doesn't care about my life or death, he just wants me to leave, why didn't he directly get rid of me?"

  "You didn't die, and you can't die. It's easy to guess that if you think about it a bit. Being locked in a tightly sealed coffin for an hour would suffocate you, but during this hour, someone discovered the coffin was moving, the village chief came, and just as they were about to burn you alive, people kept coming up with strange ideas to delay things, dragging it out until Xu Qi appeared. Isn't that too much of a coincidence?"

  He paused for a moment, then said another sentence: "When you got into the coffin, the two people hiding on the beam waiting for the zombie were asleep. Weren't they afraid of falling to death? If it were me, I wouldn't be able to sleep in the temple where zombies come and go at will. And with your strength alone, you can't lift the coffin lid. Who helped you lie down?"

  I continued his words: "Do you suspect that the two villagers who were on duty at the ancestral hall at that time were Huang Lao's accomplices?"

  "That's right."

  Looking at You's arrogant appearance, I felt a wave of tension in my heart: "Go back and call Liu Lao Yezi to hurry up, we can't stay here anymore. Half the village knows our intentions, and we thought we were hiding well."

  Don't even mention it, just knowing is knowing, but we can't do anything about it. Although Old Huang is secretly causing trouble and daring to see blood, if Old Liu finds out, he'll have the whole village surrounded.

  Whoever feeds you will have a hold on you. I really want to ask Yóu Wù, did Liu Wei Min give him sugar beans or not!

  As I walked to the entrance of the reception hall, I hadn't thought about how to face Kang Jiuxiang yet. In any case, she had already used her beauty trick on me, and I should use this opportunity to infiltrate the enemy's inner circle.

  I was too lazy to bother with him, but his next sentence completely irritated me.

  "To put it bluntly, Wenjing's soul is in the hands of Old Man Huang, and no one knows what he'll do to her. Don't forget that there's also a male ghost who has his eyes on Wenjing. If she gets taken advantage of, you can still take it out on Old Man Huang's daughter-in-law."

  Yu's words have a magical power, pulling my thoughts to imagine the tragic situation of being bullied and oppressed, feeling anxious and helpless, unable to find a place to vent, biting my lips tightly, with tears falling one by one.

  Yu Wu, who had just reported the death, began to say some auspicious words, constantly comforting me that it was only the worst possibility, and Huang Lao Tou only took away Wen Jing's soul, leaving her body safe and sound at home. In today's society, losing one's body is not a big deal, let alone losing one's soul. If in the future Wen Jing can't get married, he will unhesitatingly take on this responsibility.

  I coldly told him that I would rather be single for a lifetime than marry him.

  Yu didn't seem pleased, and dragged me into the reception room, muttering to himself. San Shu was still sitting at the bar, but her attitude towards us had changed a lot. She smiled and greeted us, not avoiding Yu at all, and said in front of him: "Brother Wang, something's come up at home for Jiu Xiang, so he's heading back first. He'll make time to see you again tomorrow."

  Wen Jing's worry made me also resent Jiu Xiang, and I was about to ask San Shu to scold her, but San Shu sighed and said: "Originally, Jiu Xiang didn't let me say it, but since it concerns your lifelong matters, San Shu can only be gossipy. Last night, you two had a fight in the ancestral hall, and her family heard the news and took Jiu Xiang back home."

  Third sister-in-law looked at me with a hint of caution: "Not her natal family, but her husband's family, you understand what I mean?"

  I asked her if the surname of Kangjiu Xiang's family was Huang, and San Shu hastily nodded and said: "You know it's good, the Huang family is not easy to mess with. They don't show off on ordinary days, but no one in the village dares to offend them. However, you shouldn't be afraid, with Xu Da Zhang backing you up, even if Huang Cang Huang Song's father comes back, he can't keep Jiuxiang trapped."

  Third Aunt's words had a lot of hidden meaning, I wanted to ask more, but You Mou said I was beaten again, so I went back to wash up first and came later to ask Third Aunt for guidance.

  Liu Weimin was still waiting, so I hurried back into the house with You Wu.

  I pushed the door open and saw that all three rooms were empty, without even a ghostly figure. I didn't dare call Liu Weimin. I went to the bathroom to wash my face, and as soon as I opened the door, I caught a whiff of a faint bloody smell.

  At that time, the first thought in my mind was that I was done for, Liu Weimin was finished.

  Rushing in to take a look, there was no corpse of Liu Weimin who died tragically. However, 7 or 8 dead chickens were hung on the shower head in the small bathroom, with strings tied around their heads and all their combs cut off, with blood and flesh blurred together. The bathroom was also in disarray, with all the toiletries originally placed on the shelf knocked to the ground, as if there had been a fierce struggle.

  I shouted at You Wu, he was shocked by the situation in the bathroom, and coincidentally received a phone call at this time. You Wu asked anxiously where Liu Wei Min was.

  Liu Weimin said, something's up, it's out.

  Seeing Liu Wei as a civilian is harmless, especially when he let out a long sigh, I reckon he doesn't even care this much about his own dad.

  A dead chicken is hung in Liu Weimin's room, and You Mo says over the phone: "Old man, someone has made trouble in your house and hung up seven or eight dead chickens."

  Liu Weimin said: "That's what I did. It's inconvenient to talk now. You guys clean up the room and don't run around at night, wait for me to come back."

  She lightly dropped a sentence and hung up, I was quite annoyed in my heart, but You Yu didn't mind the dirtiness, and happily took down those dead chickens, saying that the rooster's crowing would drive away all ghosts, this must be some kind of evil-warding array.

  I silently picked up the pieces, the strong smell of blood in the bathroom made me want to vomit, and I didn't know how Liu Weimin killed these roosters, there were bloodstains everywhere, until I picked up a plastic cup, I felt something was wrong.

  It was one of those humble inns where a white plastic cup was placed in the bathroom for guests to brush their teeth, and the bloodstain inside had almost dried up.

  It's not a splash of blood that got in, but rather the remnants of more than half a cup of blood that was left on the wall of the cup, as if someone had drunk all the blood from the cup.

  I felt a great sense of unease, so I picked up the dead chicken and examined it carefully. I found that the wound on the chicken's head was very irregular, with many remnants of crown meat still attached, which didn't look like it had been cut off by a sharp object at all. Instead, it seemed to have been roughly pecked away by someone.

  I held a plastic cup in my left hand and a dead chicken in my right, and asked vaguely: "Youmo, do you think Liu Weimin has the habit of drinking blood?"

  Yu didn't even lift his head as he replied, "Not only that, he also eats people."

  He has fallen into blind worship, I reckon even if I show him the evidence, he will just say it's personal preference and tell me not to interfere.

  After cleaning up Liu Weimin's house, I was supposed to go find San Shu to chat, but I didn't go, and instead returned to my room alone to think about the dead chickens. Gradually, my mind wandered, and I thought of Wen Jing and Kang Jiuxiang, those two women.

  It's been two days since I arrived at the village, and there's no news of Wen Jing at all. I don't even know where she is being held or what kind of hardships she's enduring. I came to rescue her, but instead got entangled in another mess. Not only did I get beaten up twice by the villagers for trying to save a woman, but that woman turned out to be a scammer!

  It's not easy to meet a Taoist priest, at first glance, there is a sharp sword coming out of its scabbard, hurriedly selling himself to worship him as a teacher, thinking that he has a backing, but the result is a change in style, only to find that Xu Qi is actually a fool, being played around by others, and still laughing foolishly alone!

  The more I think about it, the more resentful I feel. I realize that apart from being led by the nose, I have no ability to save myself from being quiet and reserved. And the person leading me by the nose is someone I can never trust.

  Suddenly wanting a drink, he jumped out of bed to find San Shu, but before leaving the door, he heard two loud knocks, someone was knocking on the glass.

  Turning her head, she saw three big characters written on the dirty glass.

  Run run run.

  The end of the brush stroke, with a thick **sticking down the glass.

  I rushed over and opened the window to take a look. Under the street lamp tens of meters away, someone wearing Qing dynasty official attire...