Chapter 577

In a gloomy coffin shop, it's a bit evil to find a coffin containing dead people. Which coffin shop sells coffins with dead people? What's more, there is a dead man who doesn't seem to be dead at the moment!

Xiao Shuai tried to drill into the wooden feather clothes, leaving only half of his head outside.

"Is he still alive?" Long Teng stood on Mu Yu's shoulder, surprised. He was more daring than Xiaoshuai.

Mu Yu shook his head and said: "there is no vitality in the body, only a stream of Yin Qi is supporting it. It should be dead."

For the perception of vitality, Muyu is the most influential person. He knows how death is reflected in a person's body. The passing of life force cannot be concealed from Muyu's eyes.

Mu Yu looks at Zhao's whole body, trying to find a special place from him. Old master Zhao is very old. The wrinkles on his face look like a pool of mud. He still has a few small whiskers. His shroud is very new. I'm afraid it is the only new clothes he wears in his old age. Except for the slight fluctuation of his chest, there is nothing unusual about it.

"Muyu, you don't want to take off their shroud, do you?" Xiao Shuai asked in disgust.

Muyu doesn't pay attention to Xiaoshuai. He doesn't understand why Chen Erzhuang offered the body of the old man to his own store. Why is it so strange that a business of dead people offers a dead man?

He carefully swung Mr. Zhao's neck. Suddenly, he saw two thin blood holes behind his ears, as if bitten by some monsters. The blood on the wound had not solidified.

"Shuai, can you see what bit him?" Mu Yu asked.

Xiao Shuai put his head in disgust and looked at it carefully: "can you use the night pearl for illumination? I have to use the green light of the shadow sword. I'm scared. "

Muyu is dumbfounded and quickly takes out the night pearl. The soft white light immediately illuminates the whole gloomy coffin and disperses the green light.

Looking at the wound carefully, Xiao Shuai gave a light "Yi", then he stretched out his little paw and pressed on the head of Mr. Zhao. He suddenly retracted his claws, and his eyebrows were all wrinkled.

"What's the matter?" Mu Yu asked curiously.

"Disgusting! The old man has no brain Said the handsome young man.

"A little conscience, will you? When people are dead, do you still scold them? " Long Teng scolded.

"I mean, the old man's brain was eaten by something! After eating the old man's brain, that kind of thing is equivalent to the old man's brain, and can control the old man's words and deeds. " Xiao Shuai rubbed his paws on the wooden feather. He never complained when he went to find the spirit in the monster's stomach. Now he has to wipe his hands when he touches a dead man. I don't know when he will develop the habit of cleanliness.

"Why is there such a disgusting thing?" Muyu also felt that it was very difficult to accept. He ate his brain alive, and then controlled him? What kind of monster is this?

"Can we get out of here?" Xiao Shuai shrinks to Mu Yu's arms. He is not interested in the dead except that eating can make him go forward bravely.

"Shuai, do you know what monster it is?" Muyu has never heard of eating brain control.

"Forget it. I feel familiar. I seem to have seen it somewhere, but I can't remember." Xiao Shuai mumbled.

Muyu carefully searched around, but still did not find any abnormality in the shop. He remembered that the funeral that Chen Er Zhuang had gone to buy at the moment was in the next village. He felt it necessary for him to go and see.

For the funeral of the dead, Xiao Shuai doesn't like it either. However, Long Teng tells him that there will be a lot of delicious food at the funeral, so he is immediately interested in coming.

A stealth array is displayed, and the wooden feather is hidden above the village. It's easy to find out which one is going to do the funeral, because the paper money is flying all over the sky, the same name of sadness and music, and the sound of crying can't be ignored.

When Muyu arrived, the family was preparing for a funeral.

At a glance, he saw Chen Er Zhuang, who was at the front of the team. His face was solemn and even sad. This was his professional expression. Lao Xu once said that he had never seen Chen Er Zhuang smile.

Chen Er Zhuang's body exudes a kind of Yin Qi, which is similar to that of the disorderly burial valley. This breath last time Muyu went to his shop, Muyu didn't notice it. It seems that the mysterious guy is probably hiding in Chen Erzhuang.

The number of people to be buried is not very large, about 70 or 80. People who want to be so old as Mr. Zhao need to be buried by the whole village. However, Xinghua's mother is obviously not as old as Mr. Zhao, but the queue is very long.

Since the incident of Mr. Zhao, the villagers in the vicinity no longer dare to bury their dead relatives in heaven, but bury them in the mountains.

The hillside is not high. The place where most rural people bury their relatives is their own field on the mountain.

The whole funeral lasted for about two hours. Xiao Shuai was always scolding the big swindler, because he didn't see any delicious food, only some sacrifice, which was not in the eyes of Xiao Shuai.

Muyu has been paying attention to Chen Erzhuang's trend, but Chen Erzhuang has not moved any hands and feet. He only does what he should do, says what he should say, and doesn't have any extra actions. Even when the coffin is buried in the soil, he backs away, without any help, and only lets his four assistants join hands.The four guys didn't do much, so they just picked up their shovels and filled in the soil, that's all. After that, Chen Erzhuang called his friends down the mountain and went back to the house, leaving the grieving family members to stay for a while.

"Do you think something's wrong?" Long Teng asked.

Mu Yu shakes his head. I'm afraid the biggest problem is that nothing is wrong.

He followed Chen Er Zhuang back to the store. The four assistants went straight into the backyard in silence and continued to carve wooden figures. Chen Erzhuang locked himself into the room.

I don't know what he is doing alone with so many lifelike hanging wooden people in the whole room. Is he staring at the small one?

But after they returned to the store, the breath disappeared inexplicably.

Muyu pondered for a long time, and finally decided to go back to see the situation of old Xu tou. After all, according to Xiao Shuai's death announcement, I'm afraid old Xu's life will not be long.

Old Xu is still busy in the field, until Mu Yu calls him, he quickly throws down the hoe and runs over.

"My lord? What's in such a hurry? " Old Xu's face was full of smiles and vigorous, and he could not see that he was going to die tomorrow evening.

Mu Yu looks at Lao Xu's head, and doesn't find anything wrong with him.

Xiao Shuai said that the evil witchcraft transferred the vitality of old Xu's head to the wooden man, but Muyu found that the vitality of old Xu's head was still very strong. What's the matter?

"Uncle, are you ok? Is there anything wrong with your body? " Mu Yu asked anxiously.

Old Xu chuckled and said, "there's nothing wrong with me, but I've got rheumatism again. If I get old, I'll get used to it."

Muyu looked at the sky and said, "uncle, don't work today. I'll check your body when you go back."

When he heard this, he was flattered and said, "ah, good! Thank you very much

Although he didn't understand why the immortal master suddenly wanted to help him check his body, Lao Xu ran quickly to pick up the hoe and followed Muyu back. Along the way, I saw that other villagers were all old Xu, with their heads up and their chests up, walking with the immortal master, but he was so beautiful.

"Shuai, are you sure you're right?"

Muyu carefully helped old Xu head to check his body, and found that in addition to the common rheumatism and dry smoke leading to shortness of breath and chest tightness, there was nothing abnormal. Mu Yu still doesn't see any phenomenon of vitality passing away from his head.

"His vitality and wooden man are of the same origin, which is a very common situation of Gu Shu. Basically, you can't see any sign before the onset of the disease, but once it happens, you can't help it." Said Xiao Shuai seriously.

The old Xu head next to him was confused. He asked in a low voice, "Lord Muyu, is my rheumatism OK?"

"Rheumatism is OK, but it's dying." Xiao Shuai said simply and simply.

Xu's head turned white with a Shua. He asked nervously, "Mu Yu is big, my Lord, am I going to die?"

Mu Yu glared at Xiao Shuai and quickly comforted him: "don't worry, uncle. Don't listen to it nonsense. I'll help you cure rheumatism."

Since met, Muyu simply good people to do the end. Rheumatism, which afflicts many elderly people, is actually a simple massage for mu Yu. Because the meridians in mortals can't bear the spiritual power directly, Muyu uses a few thin wooden needles to pierce Laoxu's head's knee, and then uses this as a guide to indirectly introduce his own spiritual power and remove the moisture.

"Lord Mu Yu treated me personally. I must have accumulated a lot of virtue in my last life. Ha ha!" Old Xu said in a soft voice.

"Well, it's ok if it's OK. Don't smoke dry tobacco in the future. It's bad for the lung."

Muyu then stabbed his chest with a wooden needle, letting the needle stretch out tiny roots in his body, absorbing all the harmful substances that Laoxu's lung could not discharge out of dry smoke with the root whiskers, and then discharged them by the wood needle.

He can only do this, Xiao Shuai's death declaration has never been biased, and he is not sure how to deal with it now. The cause has not been found out, and there is no right remedy.

After Mu Yu helped him with the massage, Lao Xu made a few jumps. He found that the pain that had bothered him for many years had disappeared. He took a few more breaths, and found that his chest tightness and shortness of breath were gone. His face was suddenly happy and he walked with wind.

As it was getting late, old Xu ran to cook. His wife died early, and his only daughter married to a neighboring village, so they lived alone.

In order to show his flexibility, he trotted all the way, for fear that others would not know that his rheumatism was cured.

"I still have a chicken stewed in my pot. Wait a minute, just a moment!"

Xu tou brought up some dishes, and Xiao Shuai enjoyed himself the most. Anyway, he never refused to eat.

Only Muyu has no appetite. He thinks that he must find a way to lead out the mysterious guy behind Chen Erzhuang. That guy can eat other people's brains, how to think, how disgusting!"Lord Muyu, please eat it quickly. If it's not enough, I'll do it again." Old Xu head sits opposite Mu Yu to say.

"Uncle, you can recall in detail the scene that old master Zhao crawled out of the coffin that day. He buried the valley in disorder. Oh, no, there are other strange places around the heaven burial Valley, such as smell, sound and so on." Muyu doesn't know much about the mysterious guy now. He doesn't know how to deal with it.

"Let me see, voice? It seems that there is nothing special. Maybe at that time, it was like something was rumbling at the bottom of the sky burial valley. I thought it was underground lightning and thunder! Smell? Oh, yes! There is a very bad musty smell, which makes people nauseous. " Said old Xu.

"The sound of lightning and thunder?" Muyu frowns. What happens at the bottom of the sky burial Valley?

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