Chapter 1286: Women Carrying Coffins

A voice with a sense of righteousness came, "Young friend Jiang is right, so we need to dress up tonight and cover our faces with paper to conceal our identities.

Yuan Shanyuan smiled and looked over here. This old guy looked quite old, but he was surprisingly sharp-eyed and could hear their conversation clearly from such a distance.

"Also, this coffin is not ordinary. If I'm not mistaken, it is also something from the blood corpse tomb, and its rank is higher than that of the young master Shou Lian's burial coffin."

"Although this coffin is weird, in a sense, it is also a rare treasure. "

After hearing Yuan Shanyuan's words, Li Bai, who was standing next to the coffin, seemed to realize the seriousness of the problem. She leaned down and stared at the edge of the coffin inch by inch. Sure enough, she found some inconspicuous scratches on it, as if left by repeated friction of the rope.

Luo Tianhe squinted his eyes and couldn't help but nodded in praise, "Miss Li Bai is really amazing. I haven't seen many people with such insight among the young lineage. You're right. This is indeed a hanging coffin. "

As soon as the three words "hanging coffin" came out, the fat man suddenly felt a palpitation. He clearly noticed that something nearby had changed, but he couldn't find it.

"Hanging coffin..."

I don't know if it was intentional to show off, or if he had already dug a pit and was waiting for Jiang Cheng and the others to jump in, Luo Tianhe was very kind to explain to everyone the origin of this hanging coffin.

"The method of making a hanging coffin has long been lost. I have only heard of it. It is rumored that this kind of coffin cannot touch the ground since the day it is made. It needs to be hung high with ropes, or some special things are selected and placed on the four corners of the coffin to pad it up, thereby isolating the vitality. This process is also called raising the coffin. "

"This is a long process. Only a coffin that has been raised can be called a real hanging coffin, and its ability is also very strange. "

After a pause, Luo Tianhe's voice became cautious, "It can hold the last breath of a dying person. Once the opportunity allows, it can even eliminate disasters and diseases and bring the dead back to life. "

"Because of this, it has another name..."

"Lock life coffin. "

Luo Tianhe looked at Li Bai, whose face was pale, and didn't care that he interrupted him. He just nodded. From their attitudes, it seemed that both of them were quite taboo about the so-called hanging coffin.

"It is said that the old man who has reached the end of his life will take out the hanging coffin that night, and then the relatives will put the old man in the coffin. The coffin lid is closed but not sealed. The eight immortals who have finished dressing up will wait on the side and carry the coffin to the cemetery selected for the old man in the morning. "

"As long as the old man can be carried to the cemetery smoothly, guarded for two hours, and carried back smoothly before dawn, this disaster can be considered to have passed safely.

"The moment the coffin returns to the house also means that the old man is reborn."

"It is said that this is to borrow the Yin Qi that has been nurtured by the hanging coffin for many years to cover up the remaining half of the old man's Yang Qi, so as to deceive the world and create the illusion that the old man is dead."

"But such a thing has been parked in the Wu Mansion for a long time. Doesn't Mr. Wu know about it? Or... Or this is prepared by Mr. Wu, he prepared it for himself!"

The fat man became more and more certain as he spoke. A person with the mentality of Mr. Wu would not leave a way out for himself. Once the deadline is approaching, this hanging coffin will come in handy.

Yuan Shanyuan used his eyes to signal the fat man to look at the coffin in front of him, and said meaningfully: "Look, Wang Xiaoyou, have we fulfilled Mr. Wu's wishes and put him in this hanging coffin?"

Suddenly, a chill rose from the ground, instantly piercing the fat man's feet, and then went up along his legs to the top of his head, as if his blood vessels were full of ice. He felt like he was trapped in a huge whirlpool. Although he had gone through untold hardships, he was still getting deeper and deeper, and the center of the whirlpool was Mr. Wu who had been dead for a long time.

The other party seemed to have predicted his death a long time ago. Now everything in the Wu family is like a game. Mr. Wu deliberately made the game in order to wait until today and use these outsiders to resurrect himself.

Even...even prepared this hanging coffin for them in advance.

The fat man became more and more terrified as he thought about it. This feeling of being played by a dead person was the most desperate. Compared with this Mr. Wu, their so-called calculations were like children's games.

Until a hand was placed on his shoulder, the doctor's voice sounded, "Don't think too much, Mr. Yuan was just joking with you, Mr. Wu is not that magical."

"Even if this hanging coffin can really bring people back to life, the one who came back to life could not be Mr. Wu, but just a ghost who borrowed Mr. Wu's body."

"Am I right, Mr. Yuan?"

Yuan Shanyuan smiled but said nothing. He originally said it casually, with the purpose of leading everyone into inexplicable panic, and then facilitate his next action, so that he could not produce evidence.

It is true that Mr. Wu has some tricks up his sleeve, but he is just a wealthy businessman in the town. Relying on his knowledge of Yin and Yang, and somehow getting some burial objects from the Blood Corpse Tomb, he came up with the right conditions and finally figured out the art of breeding infants, which allowed him to prolong his life for another 20 years. But to say that he could fake his own death and plan his rebirth after death, and that he could also expect "aliens" like them to visit and help him by accident, then we really overestimate him.

While Jiang Cheng and Yuan Shanyuan were fighting, Luo Tianhe and Li Bai had already decided with Lai Fu what to prepare tonight. "We have paper masks in the Wu Mansion, in the warehouse. They were left by the group of people who prayed for blessings and sang and danced before. Masters, please see if you can use them."

Lai Fu ran away after saying that. Not long after, he ran back. At this time, he was followed by several panting young people, each holding a large box in his hand.

There were a total of 7 boxes. After opening them one by one, there were all kinds of messy things inside, all related to the ritual. There were not only masks, but also various strange costumes that could not be named, and several sticks with feathers and women's hair tied on them. They looked not solemn, but a little weird.

After confirming that the boxes were OK, everyone immediately started looking for masks. Although the masks were painted strangely, they could still distinguish between men and women from their eyebrows and eyes. Tonight, they would naturally wear male masks to play the coffin of the Eight Immortals.

Worried that there were not enough masks, the fat man moved quickly, first grabbing a male mask for the doctor, then grabbing one for himself, and then not forgetting Yao, Shun, Yu and Li Bai.

But when the fat man rummaged through the boxes and grabbed enough masks for four people, before he could take a breath, a suppressed voice came from behind him.

"Tonight we will dress up as women and carry the coffin upside down."