Chapter 16 Guarding the Corpse

In the following period of time, Zhang Ming spent his time with Hong You, except for practicing Taoism and soul at night.

After half a month, Zhang Ming's Taoism practice had made some progress. He could basically draw some talismans, pinch some hand gestures, and stored a lot of Taoism in his body.

In addition, his soul was getting stronger and stronger. Compared with the past, the whole person was somewhat reborn.

That night, he was going home after work to practice.

But he received a call from Huangmao. Zhang Ming was very confused. Although he made friends with the two of them, he rarely contacted them. Why did they suddenly call tonight?

After answering the phone, Huangmao asked a few questions.

Then, he asked Zhang Ming if he was free.

Zhang Ming asked what was going on, and then he heard the yellow-haired guy say:

"The master has taken a job to help someone guard a corpse in Xishan tonight. He has something to do and can't go. Fatty and I thought it would be a bit boring for the two of us to go, so we just asked you to come along." "

Guarding a corpse?" It was the first time that Zhang Ming heard that guarding a corpse required hiring someone.

Normally, guarding a corpse means that someone dies and is kept at home to prepare for the funeral, and relatives are asked to guard the corpse at night. Why would they hire someone to do it?

"Is that it? Why do you want me to come along?" Zhang Ming thought that it was not because they were bored.

"Hehe, actually the man's death was strange, and his family didn't dare to guard the body, so they asked us to go. The master also said that the body is easy to transform.

We are a little worried that we can't deal with the transformation. Among the people we know, you are the only one who is on the same side as us, so we want you to accompany us..."

Hearing what the yellow-haired man said, Zhang Ming became interested and said, "Come and pick me up!"

After hanging up the phone, he looked at the dozens of yellow talismans, peach wood swords, and copper coin swords drawn on his desk, smiled, and took them all out.

He had learned Taoism for half a month and had long wanted to try his skills. He would not let go of such a good opportunity tonight.

Not long after leaving the community, the fat man drove up in his broken taxi that no one knew how many times it had been used.

This thing probably cost him 7,000 or 8,000 yuan. When it is turned on, it makes a sound like a tractor, rumbling...

After getting in the car, the yellow-haired man saw Zhang Ming with so many talismans and said in surprise:

"Did you draw all these?"

"Are you kidding? Or did you draw them?" Zhang Ming rolled his eyes.

The yellow-haired man immediately said with envy: "It's good to be talented. It's only been a short time, and you can draw so many talismans by yourself. It's amazing."

Zhang Ming smiled proudly, and then the fat man stammered:

"I think... I think your current Taoist practice is about the same as... as ours."

"I think so. I hope I can transform into a corpse tonight... hehe..." Zhang Ming said.

The fat man and the yellow-haired man looked at each other, and there was a strange look in their eyes.

The car drove for about 20 minutes and arrived at a remote mountain.

Ningcheng City itself is a mountain city, surrounded by mountains.

The mountain outside the suburbs of Xicheng is Xishan.

This place is relatively remote, and most of the place belongs to the development zone. There are many old houses living at the foot of the mountain.

But don't underestimate these old houses. When they are waiting for development, the demolition fee is not small.

The car drove to the foot of Xishan Mountain. There are not many residents here.

After the three got off the car, they took Zhang Ming to one of the old houses.

There were white cloth and cypress branches hanging outside the house, and there were white couplets on both sides, and circles were placed around.

There were three people waiting outside the house at this moment, including a middle-aged couple and a young man in his twenties.

They were relieved when they saw Zhang Ming and the other two coming. Then the 50-year-old middle-aged man came forward and said,

"Are you the apprentice of Zhang the Lame?"

"Yes, our master has something to do, so he asked us to come!" said the yellow-haired man.

Zhang Ming then realized that their master's surname was also Zhang, and he was a lame man.

The middle-aged man nodded and said, "Okay, then I'll leave this place to you. The night is long, and there are wine and food prepared inside. Thank you for your help."

With that, the three of them left in a hurry, without even saying anything extra.

Zhang Ming was a little confused. Did his family die? It would be fine if he didn't guard the body, but why was he in such a hurry to leave?

But the person had already left, so there was no point in him wondering.

The three of them looked around. There was a group of old houses at the foot of a remote mountain, and basically no one lived there.

Most of them went to work in the city or bought new houses, and the old houses were left waiting to be demolished.

Looking around, there were a lot of old houses, but this one had its door open. The inside was set up as a mourning hall, which was very weird and scary.

"Let's go!"

The weirder it was, the more excited Zhang Ming was.

Anyway, he didn't have to be afraid, because his girlfriend was the Ghost Emperor. Who could scare him of all the ghosts and evil spirits in this world?

The three of them entered the mourning hall together. There was a small room on the left side of the mourning hall. There was indeed a table of sumptuous meals, as well as white wine and beer.

It was estimated that the wine was prepared to give courage.

The fat guy couldn't help seeing the table full of delicious food, and said, "There's still a lot of time, let's eat something now!"

Zhang Ming and the yellow-haired guy sat down anyway, ate some peanuts first, and chatted for a while.

It was about eleven o'clock in the evening. Zhang Ming looked at the mourning hall and said,

"We're almost done eating. Speaking of which, we haven't seen the body yet. Let's go and take a look."

"Forget about this... Forget about it. What's so good about a body... to look at~" the fat man said.

"Let's go!" Zhang Ming pulled him, and the three of them walked towards the coffin in the mourning hall.

In front of the coffin was an offering table with offerings and candles, as well as a black and white photo.

It showed a young and beautiful girl, about seventeen or eighteen years old.

"She died so young, it was considered premature death. I didn't expect her parents to be so thoughtful and to arrange a funeral for her. Usually, there is no funeral for premature death." The yellow-haired man said. As

he spoke, he had already walked to the coffin. The lid of the coffin had not yet been closed, and the coffin would be sealed before the funeral.

As they got closer, the three of them also cast their eyes into the coffin.

After a person dies, they will wash their body and wear the clothes they liked before their death or funeral clothes before being put into the coffin.

In this way, the deceased will also go with dignity.

So the three of them were not too scared and cast their eyes into the coffin.

But when they saw it, they were so scared that cold sweats broke out on their backs!

There was indeed a female corpse lying in the coffin.

It’s not that the female corpse looked scary, but at this moment, the eyes of the female corpse were actually open!

Even though they were mentally prepared, even though they thought that they might see a dead face that was hit by a car or shattered by jumping off a building.

But he never expected to see an extremely beautiful dead face with its eyes open...

"How... why are these eyes... not closed!" The fat man stuttered even more!

The yellow-haired man swallowed and said, "How should I know, Fatty, you close her eyes."

"I... no, you... you do it!" The fat man shook his head vigorously. The

yellow-haired man looked at Zhang Ming again. Zhang Ming felt that he could not lose face, so he stretched out his hand and slowly stretched it towards the dead face in the coffin!

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