C12

"Hee hee …" Zhao Youde, who was in front of me, smiled, "If I don't push you away, how can I defend the mourning hall so that the Gold Coffin can take you in?"

"You … "You!" Zhao Youde, who was standing in the middle of the yard, was still pointing at us, trembling with anger. He couldn't say a word.

"Alright!" If you have anything to say, you can just wait until you become a Gold Coffin! "Hahahaha!" As he spoke, Zhao Youde waved his left hand. I suddenly felt a whirlwind rise up in the mourning hall and circle around the mourning hall.

In the yard, Zhao Youde suddenly understood something and rushed into the mourning hall.

However, every time he was about to step in, he was stopped by the whirlwind.

"You won't be able to hold on for long! The wind that blows from the burning of evil thoughts will eventually exhaust you! " Seeing that he could not enter the mourning hall, Zhao Youde, who was outside, gave up. He stood there and shouted towards the inside.

"Hehe, there's no need for you to worry. "You should think about it for yourself!" Zhao Youde, who was beside me, laughed even harder.

On the empty ground in the courtyard, the imprint of the "Demon" Zhang Shan finally burnt up. The flame jumped a few times and then went out.

"You are not the soul of Zhao Youde! "You are the Nightmare!" At this time, I finally knew what was wrong and shouted at Zhao Youde beside me.

After listening to Zhang Shan talk about it so much tonight, I vaguely felt that the dream I had last night was a nightmare. However, when Zhao Youde beside me told me that he was soul, I felt that something wasn't right.

Logically speaking, the Gold Coffin would take the initiative to take in the Nightmare Beast, but the soul would always be by the corpse's side, so under the protection of the mourning hall, it normally wouldn't be affected.

Right now, this Nightmare is guarding the mourning hall and preventing souls from entering, which confirms my guess.

Looks like the one that came out of my Gold Coffin yesterday was indeed a nightmare, which is this Zhao Youde beside me. It's just that when he saw that the Old Man Zhang was not here and I didn't know anything, he took the opportunity to slip away.

Moreover, just now he said that he only knew the location where the money was hidden, but he didn't know what was written on it.

Now it seems that there is only one possibility, and that is that he deliberately refused to tell me.

I was still in a daze, but as the wax was extinguished, changes occurred outside the mourning hall.

The entire space was like a crumpled piece of paper, shrinking and spinning rapidly, and in the middle was the Gold Coffin that had its mouth pushed open. Outside the mourning hall, Zhao Youde's soul followed suit and was slowly sucked towards the Gold Coffin.

"You, as an underling of the seal, actually helped the evil thoughts. You will be punished!" Vaguely, I saw Zhao Youde's soul curse at me.

"I... I... Quickly stop! " I didn't know what to do, so I shouted at Zhao Youde beside me.

"Hehe, the wax has been extinguished. You should go back now." Zhao Youde's Nightmare turned around and looked at me. The smile on his face was so wicked. I wanted to say something, but my throat suddenly regained the burning pain that Zhang Shan felt when he was drinking my wine, and I started coughing violently again.

Accompanying it was a gradually fading consciousness. With one last glance, I saw that Zhao Youde's soul had finally snatched the mourning hall.

"How is it? "How about it?" Zhang Shan kept shaking my shoulders.

I woke up. The guy's beard was gone, his skin was white, and the horns on his head had been pulled back. Big eyes were staring at me.

"Cough, cough!" I coughed, still having a sore throat, and was about to tell him what had happened.

"Ah — ah!" A sudden cry of despair from the mourning hall startled both of us.

Other than us, there should be no one else in this courtyard! Zhang Shan also stopped swaying towards me. Looking towards the mourning hall, I saw that the white bedsheet covering Zhao Youde's corpse had somehow been blown to the ground by the wind, while he was currently lying upright, and the screams came from his mouth. I could clearly feel Zhang Shan's hand trembling as he held onto my shoulder.

The shouts continued, cutting through the silent night sky of the village. We stayed where we were, not knowing what to do.

After about a minute, the shouting finally stopped.

"You … What the hell did you do? " Zhang Shan stammered as he stared at Zhao Youde's corpse.

"I didn't do anything!" I felt my voice go out of tune. I didn't know if I was drunk or scared.

"Let's go take a look!" Zhang Shan pulled me, and was about to enter the mourning hall.

"Let go the fuck, I won't go over there! If you want to go, go by yourself! " I tried to break free, but it was all in vain.

He was forcefully dragged into the mourning hall and stopped beside Zhao Youde's corpse. He saw that Zhao Youde, who had his eyes closed earlier, had now opened his almond-shaped eyes. Staring straight up, he opened his mouth wide open. This expression was normal, but when it suddenly appeared on the face of a person who had been dead for six days, it was indescribably strange.

Zhang Shan released me and slowly approached Zhao Youde. Stretching out a hand, it looked like it was trying to close his eyes. I stood at the foot of the corpse, afraid to move.

"Oh my god!" Zhang Shan suddenly screamed as he stumbled towards a pillar in the mourning hall. When I heard his shout, I directly sat on the ground. Without the support of his arm, Zhao Youde actually sat up straight. His eyes rolled stiffly.

When it came to me, Zhao Youde raised his right hand and pointed at me. A few jumped out from the gaps between his teeth. After he had finished speaking, he maintained this posture and no longer moved.

After a long while, Zhang Shan saw that Zhao Youde had truly stopped moving, so he quickly went around and pulled me, who was paralyzed on the ground out of the mourning hall.

"Phew – I'm scared to death!" Zhang Shan let out a long breath, then asked me: "What exactly happened? Did you take away Zhao Youde's nightmare? " My eyes were dull as I looked at Zhao Youde, who was pointing at me. My mind was filled with the things that just happened.

"It could be a soul …" I said while trembling.

"What?" You received my soul! " Zhang Shan immediately jumped up and pointed at me.

"Oh my god! "It's a dead body!" Suddenly, someone shouted from the side room where the Zhao Family members were. The door was pushed open and more than a dozen Zhao Family members ran out of the hospital, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

"It's over …" You're finished... "What should we do?" Zhang Shan also disappointedly sat on the ground.

The next morning, I sat helplessly in the Old Man Zhang's house halfway up the mountain. The village chief and the village chief stood in front of the Old Man Zhang's sickbed, while Zhang Shan sat on the doorstep with his face facing outwards. The open space in front of the house was filled with angry Zhao Family members and some villagers. I've been screaming all night for the village chief to hand me over and bury me with Zhao Youde.

To the mountain people, not only were they unable to live peacefully after death, they were even unable to lie down after sitting up. It was simply as unacceptable as being dug out by an ancestral grave. In their eyes, this was a curse that would bring disaster to the entire village. Naturally, he had to find the culprit to blame me.

"Master Zhang, is there really no other way?" The village chief asked with a frown on his face.

As the village chief, he was most afraid of conflicts between the villagers and outsiders. It was best to help his own people. Most of the time, it would be against the law, so he could not break the law. The villagers didn't care if it was against the law or against the law. As long as he could help them stand up, it was a good thing.

Fortunately, before the Zhao Family members could rush back, Zhang Shan had already dragged me along and ran. When the people quietly returned, they discovered that Zhao Youde's corpse was still sitting there, pointing forward, while the two of us had long disappeared.

Thus, the Zhao Family gathered some of the villagers and along with the Village Head's branch, they arrived at the old house on the other side of the river halfway up the mountain. When they found me here, they lost control of their emotions and were about to charge with their hoes and shovels. Fortunately, Zhang Shan was tall and strong enough to block them outside. That's why I wasn't killed.

At this time, the village head and the branch master seemed to be representing the villagers to look for the Old Man Zhang for negotiations. We were actually discussing how to help me escape.

"Sigh, I also did not expect this to happen. It seems that I have truly underestimated Zhao Youde." "Old Man Zhang lied on the bed, his expression extremely haggard. If the Nightmare has run away, then I'm not afraid, but if my soul is taken away, then I really can't do anything about it. "

However, Village Head Li was able to clearly see the situation and gave advice to everyone, "The presence or absence of the soul doesn't matter, the Nightmare has to be confiscated. Isn't it all your fault for saying those words? They believe what you say. "The most important thing right now is to get Zhao Youde's position back. We should at least give the Zhao Family an explanation. We can't just let him sit down and be buried, right?"