"Dad..." Zheng Yuan cried in grievance and stopped digging the soil, but at this time, Wu Gong had already dug up something.
"Found it." It was a small, red, square coffin, with the four corners of the coffin tightly nailed shut.
"The ten nails are meant to pin down the three souls and seven spirits, preventing them from reincarnation." After Wu Gong said this, he began to chant scriptures and used special tools to pry open the coffin lid.
"So many talismans." The coffin was covered with runes all around, and there was a small porcelain jar inside, the lid of which was also covered with talisman paper.
Wu Gong carefully carried the jar out. When everyone saw this strange and terrifying thing, they subconsciously stepped back. They clearly felt the ominous aura coming from the jar.
"Open?" Wu Gong didn't understand what happened next. After all, he had never communicated directly with real ghosts and gods.
Feng Ling made hand seals and swept a spiritual talisman over, then nodded to Wu Gong, "Open it."
Wu Gong tore open the talisman paper with confidence and opened the lid of the jar. Immediately, a foul smell hit his nose, but he remained calm.
Feng Ling took out a piece of red cloth and spread it aside. He understood what was going on and slowly took out the contents of the jar.
It was a dried-up head with intact hair. The skin on the face was dry and stuck to the skeleton. The eyelids were forced open by needles. It looked very strange, but the original appearance of the head could still be vaguely recognized.
It’s Zheng Yang, Zheng Yuan’s first child.
Some timid people fainted from fright after seeing this scene.
"Yang'er! My Yang'er, Zheng Fu, you have such a cruel heart." Zheng Yuan wanted to pounce on and hug the head, but was controlled by the snake demon.
This thing is even more cruel than using it as fertilizer for flowers. Without Feng Ling's order, it is better to avoid touching it, because even a demon like him can feel the evil spirit emanating from the head.
If an ordinary person touched this, Wu Gong took out not only the head, but also other parts of the body, including limbs, body, etc.
The only thing they have in common is that they have been processed by someone, their water content reduced, turned into mummies, nailed with death nails, and sealed in a red altar, never to be reborn.
"What the hell is going on?!" Old Master Zheng raised her cane and hit Zheng Fu hard.
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