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After saying that, we walked over to the coffin. The female corpse in the coffin was still okay, and didn't look like she was bleeding at all. It seemed like the people in the city were different, as they had to clean up after they died, unlike our village, where a car accident had caused them to die and their family members had to use a shovel to pick up the remaining corpses.

This girl seemed to be in her twenties, and her face was a pale white due to the lack of blood flow. She was really particular about it, and she even had makeup on. I asked her senior brother, "What do you think of this? Is it the type you like?"

The Senior Martial Brother said, "Don't even mention it, this girl is truly worthy to be called a lady. Look at her hair, even if she died, she would still comb it meticulously." I said, "Senior brother, are you going to kiss me or not?"

The Senior Martial Brother said, "When have I ever kissed a girl before? Can't you just think of how to eat? It's horizontal and vertical." Looking at him, I wanted to laugh, "I really admire you. Of course, I can't hold it upright. It's horizontal, it's all in the TV series."

The Senior Martial Brother said, "He's horizontal, right? Listen to me. He's horizontal. Don't forget to kiss you. Wash me a month's worth of underwear and socks." With that, he kissed it.

He stuck his head out and was about to put his mouth to the dead woman's mouth when he stuck his head out again, looked at me nervously and said, "She didn't move, did she?" I said, "Don't move. Look at your cowardly appearance."

"Alright, you've got it right." This time, his senior brother was serious. He stuck his head in and opened his mouth wide to kiss the female corpse's mouth. Damn it, he really was able to tell that he had been single for a long time.

After kissing for a while, he raised his head and said with a face full of pride, "How about it, do you dare to kiss me?" I raised my thumb and praised, "That's great, that's really great."

The Senior Martial Brother proudly smiled and said, "This is nothing, just look at me." It makes me sick, so I must not let anyone else see the corpse of my own daughter. Who knows, maybe someone looking at the corpse might do something strange, like my eldest senior brother. Such a tyrannical type of wet kiss is not something that ordinary people can enjoy.

Why do you still smack your lips, dead people are just dead meat, the bacteria inside will quickly grow, kissing her is no different from kissing pork that was left for a few days, but I see that senior brother is so deep in love with me, so I won't stop him, of course, it's also related to us drinking a lot of wine.

As I kissed her, I blurrily saw that the corpse's hand seemed to have lifted. I hurriedly rubbed my eyes and let go. Just as I was about to clean up, my senior brother let out a pig-slaughtering howl, "AHH!" "AhHH!

I was so scared that I almost kneeled on the ground. I turned around to look. Wow, that female corpse seems to be quite conservative. It can't accept the romance of Senior Brother. She grabbed onto Senior Brother's hair with one hand and pulled him up.

F * ck, he faked his corpse? In an instant, more than half of the alcohol was drunk. I shouted, "You, lie down!" He took two steps forward and stepped on the dead woman's face, causing her to fall back into the coffin.

The senior brother rolled on the ground and dodged to the side. The female corpse had broken off its popularity and was now lying down again. However, its eyes were wide open, and it looked like it could get up at any time.

The Senior Martial Brother seemed to have woken up quite a bit. He tremblingly took out a plastic bottle from his travel bag and handed it to me. "Take this. This is chicken blood. Drink it for her." I took it and asked, "Senior, is this useful?" The Senior Martial Brother's face was deathly pale as he tremblingly said, "It's useful. Rooster blood Yang Qi is the most abundant. Pour it into her mouth and force it down her throat to prevent her from getting a corpse."

When I saw how the female corpse scrunched up her eyebrows and glared at me, I also felt scared. I said, "Senior brother, this girl's appearance is a bit scary. I don't dare to touch her. If I do, I'll have to get up."

Shivering, the Senior Brother took out another hemp rope and threw it over, saying in a sobbing tone, "Tie it up for that turtle grandson." I took the rope and gestured a few times. How could I tie her up? I shouted to my senior brother, "Come over here and help me lift her up. I'll tie her up." With great difficulty, the Senior Brother could only prop himself up from the ground with his hands and lean against the wall. "Let me slow down, slowly."

Calm your sister! "I saw that the woman's eyes were wide open and moving more and more nimbly. I wanted to die, so I said," Ancestor, quickly come over.

The senior apprentice brother walked over shakily. He looked at the female corpse in the coffin and shakily said, "Junior apprentice brother, bring the coffin over, I'll tie it up." I squatted down to try to lift the coffin and found that it was lifeless and heavy. The senior brother said, "I'll do it."

He lifted one corner of the coffin, and I put the rope under it, and moved it slowly to the other, and lifted the other, so that the whole length of the rope was under the coffin, and then I wrapped it around it again, and put a small barrier on the dead woman. I said, "Is that all right?"

The Senior Martial Brother wiped off his sweat and said, "Alright, this rope is in the talisman water. This woman doesn't dare to touch it." By this time the dead woman had begun to stare at us, and our hair stood on end.

The Senior Brother, in order to ease the awkward atmosphere, said to the female corpse, "You're quite arrogant, but I'm giving you face by kissing you. You still want to fall out with me? Let's see if I'll burn you tomorrow."

There was only a small amount of air in the female corpse's chest, which could only move her eyes. Therefore, there was a special method to restrain the undead before, which was to suck out the air from the body, but this method was obviously not too reliable, because not to mention the bad habit of undead bites, even the bad breath and the face could cause a large enough amount of damage to the human body.

In this kind of situation, it was obvious that I didn't have any thoughts of sleeping. I'm afraid that no one would have the guts to sleep next to a corpse that stared at me, ready to get up at any time. It's a pity that I guessed wrong.

When we saw the corpse, we just stared at it and didn't move. The senior brother said, "It should be fine now, let's go to sleep, shall we?" Who's sleeping with you? Besides, who could sleep? The senior brother saw the astonishment on my face and nonchalantly said, "Junior brother, we are here to eat. Do you know that we need to get used to it? Are we not going to sleep now?"

After saying that, he tidied up his bed and prepared to sleep. He even warned me, "Junior brother, beware of the lamp. Don't let that damned woman come out and disturb your senior brother's dreams." In less than five minutes, the sound of snoring could be heard.

What kind of person is this? I'm saying in my heart, go to sleep, I'm not going to sleep. When those damned women pop out of the coffin, I won't be able to control you, so don't blame me if you get her to kick you.

I looked at my watch and it was only one o'clock in the morning. I took a chair and sat down beside the coffin and stared at the pretty girl in the coffin. She was quite still, she just rolled her eyes for a while.

I don't know if I'll be cremated or buried, but seeing such a large coffin, it should be buried. In the city, only the rich can afford to buy a cemetery, and poor people like us will be burnt to ashes if we die.

When I fell asleep, I was afraid that the lamp would go out. In fact, the lamp was just two oil lamps, and we sold them in our shop, many of which were extremely crude. Think about it, if anything that could be used by the living could be used to steal, then so could anything else, let alone the dead. The meaning was obvious. It was one thing if this lamp could be lit, but it didn't matter whether it could be lit overnight.

It was said that it could illuminate the dead's path, allowing them to walk peacefully into the Western Paradise. Secondly, this lamp could restrain the corpse from becoming a corpse because of the air strings. The lamp could light for one night without any worries, but it could not be obstructed by the lampshade, otherwise it would be useless.

This lamp belongs to our store as well, and judging from the crude look on his face, it must have been created by eldest senior brother. I can't guarantee that we both slept under this lamp, so I looked at eldest senior brother who slept like a dead pig, and I really envied him.

I patted my face to clear it up, but there wasn't even a TV, so I could only sit there and do nothing. Don't sit down while I fall asleep, fall into the coffin, and make intimate contact with the dead woman. She jumped again when she was excited.

Seeing the chicken blood brought by the eldest senior brother, should he drink this bottle of chicken blood while the women were quiet? I decided to go for it. I raised the bottle to the female corpse's mouth and tried to drink it, but the mouth of this woman was half-closed. It wasn't good to pour it down, I'll drip a drop first.

She seemed to be smelling something delicious as her eyes slowly opened. Mother, even though I was mentally prepared, I was still a bit afraid. I whispered to her, "Big sister, we met by chance, don't make it hard for me, I just wanted to earn a little money. Please cooperate well, I beg you, sister."

The sisters seemed to understand what I meant and their mouths opened a little wider. I quickly pushed the bottle down her throat, causing chicken blood to flow into her mouth. I was so excited that I almost laughed out loud.

However, the more I fell, the more I felt uneasy. This woman didn't seem to have any intention of stopping, and instead, she became more spirited as she drank. Not only did her eyes bulge out, her limbs also twitched as if they had been electrocuted.

That's not right, it's getting more and more spirited. When I've poured out this bottle, won't she have to get up and waltz with me? With a harrumph, I stuck the bottle in her mouth.

This woman drank the rooster's blood like she was drinking stimulants. Her eyes widened as she smashed her hands and feet against the coffin, producing a "Kuang Kuang" sound. Before she finished drinking it all, this woman had sat up.

He was so scared by me that he threw the bottle away. The remaining chicken blood spilled all over the ground. Eldest Senior Brother was awakened by me. "What …" What … What … What is it? "Holy shit, why did you sit up?"

We hugged and I said, "Eldest senior brother, what's wrong with this chicken blood?" The Eldest Senior Brother also said, "That's right, how could this not work? It was clearly I who killed the hens yesterday, I personally fed them …" What the hens? "

Ten Jin of Fox's Blood in the Abnormal Records of Northeast China