Chapter 9 The Girl Trapped in the Dark (9)
Muyan picked up the bowl, and when the edge of the bowl was about to touch her mouth, she quickly turned her wrist and the entire bowl of porridge was poured onto the village chief.
"You dare to harm me, you are seeking death,"
The village chief didn't have time to react before Mu Yan kicked him to the ground.
This is completely different from what he thought.
Before I could figure out the reason, I saw Muyan pick up a chair.
The village chief quickly told the truth, "It's not me who wants to harm you, it's the immortal. What he said is none of my business."
"I was bewitched by him,"
"He said you were possessed by a ghost, and if you drank the talisman water, you would disappear into ashes."
"Please, forgive me, I won't do it again."
When Mu Yan heard his words, she didn't hesitate at all. She raised the chair high in the air and smashed it directly on his waist and abdomen, and also hit his penis.
Muyan was not satisfied, so she kicked him again. This kick completely cut off the family line of the village chief and the Sun family father and son.
Muyan carried the unconscious village chief who was in so much pain to the backyard, threw him into the cellar, and threw three buns in with him.
The three members of the Li family had not eaten for several days. When they saw the buns, their eyes immediately turned red and they rushed forward to grab them like crazy, without any distinction between father and son.
"Boss, the scammer is here and outside," Wanzai, the young man, reminded in time.
Muyan snorted lightly. This saved her from going out to find him alone.
Daxian originally worked in a big city, but since he had only been to school for a few days, the jobs he could do were mostly physical labor.
But he didn't have the fate of a prince or nobleman, but was born with the body of a prince or nobleman.
He has been extremely lazy since he was a child. After doing physical work for a while, he couldn't stand it anymore and returned to the village to live off his parents.
He spent all day teasing cats and dogs in the village. Later, he became friends with the village fortune teller, and thus began his journey as a charlatan.
During this trip, he has earned nearly 5,000 yuan from the village chief.
Last night, the village chief promised him that if the matter was settled, he would give him another 5,000 yuan. With this money, he could lie at home for the second half of the year and not have to do anything.
The immortal stood outside the courtyard wall, imagining himself lying on the bed with the witch massaging his legs, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.
Because he was so engrossed in his thoughts, he didn't notice that there was a person behind him.
Muyan saw his obscene smile and knocked him down with a punch.
To prevent him from shouting and attracting the villagers, Muyan stuffed the linen cloth prepared in advance into his mouth when he opened it.
"Mmmm," Daxian struggled desperately, his rat-like eyes filled with fear.
Muyan carried him to the living room and threw him into the corner. She felt panic when she thought about how she was influenced by the original owner from time to time.
Mu Yan's clear eyes were burning with anger.
All of this started because of this bastard.
Muyan found a twig in the yard, went into the living room, closed the door, and hit Daxian with the twig.
"Mmmm," the immortal could only curl up on the ground with his hands covering his head, avoiding the brambles.
Everything happened so fast that the immortal had no time to think about what was going on.
What he had said to the village chief before about ghost possession was all nonsense.
The last time he guessed that Muyan was stolen alive, it was also his nonsense.
Anyway, the person is lost, so he has the final say.
But I didn't expect that he would hit the mark by accident.
Muyan smoked for half an hour. When she stopped, Daxian had already developed a stress reaction from being beaten with the thorns, and his body shivered every few seconds.
In the afternoon, Muyan threw two more buns into the cellar.
The village chief hadn't eaten or drunk anything for a day. When he saw Baozi, he stood in front of the three members of the Li family and threatened them harshly.
"If any of you three dare to take a bite of this bun, wait until I get out. I have a hundred ways to kill you silently."
The trauma of the village chief coming to beat up the three members of the Li family was still there, so they took a step forward to grab the buns but then retracted their feet.
For dinner, the village chief enjoyed two meat buns.
Late at night, except for the village chief's house which was as bright as during the day, the rest of the village was pitch black.
Muyan carried the immortal to the village charity cemetery.
The tablets of all the deceased people in the village were placed in the charity cemetery. After the village chief dug out his son's coffin, the immortal told him that he had to perform a ritual to comfort his soul before burying him.
The immortal has chosen an auspicious day and will perform a ritual next week to comfort the soul of the village chief's son and bury him again.
There was no one guarding the charity cemetery at night, so Muyan got in without any effort.
When the immortal saw the coffin of the village chief’s son, he immediately realized why Muyan brought him here. He was so scared that his legs went weak and he slid to the ground.
Mu Yan took out the tools from the tool kit and said, "Don't you like giving people the idea of being buried with them? Today I will let you be buried with them to the fullest."
As soon as she finished speaking, she easily moved the coffin away, and a pile of bones appeared before her.
The immortal's hands were tied with hemp ropes. He was so frightened by what was about to happen that his face turned pale. He couldn't make a sound to beg for mercy and could only keep shaking his head and making "mmmmm" sounds.
He had seen the pile of bones, and he had also seen the body before.
He was so frightened that he became incontinent.
Muyan picked up the flashlight and placed it under her chin, shining it on her face, then curled her lips and smiled. In the middle of the night, under the illumination of this beam of light, she looked like a ghost who had died tragically crying out for injustice. "Come on," she said in a sinister tone.
Daxian ran a few steps and was dragged back by Muyan by the collar.
"Just keep me company," she said, then Muyan untied the hemp rope on Daxian's hand and easily threw him into the black box.
The immortal could only watch as the black box lid passed over his head until he was plunged into darkness and could see nothing.
Muyan took out the tool kit, found a long nail, picked up a hammer and nailed it into the black box.
The nails she chose were not strong enough to penetrate the coffin lid, but they were enough to hurt the people inside.
Sure enough, as she began to hammer the nails, the sound of banging on the coffin and heartbreaking cries for help and mercy began to emerge from the box.
"Bang bang," it was hard to tell whether the sound of hammering nails was louder or the sound of banging on the coffin.
Muyan hammered a few nails to put together the cushions for kneeling on the ground, then lay down and slept as if no one was around.
The person in the box couldn't hear any sound and thought there was no one outside, so he screamed like crazy and banged on the coffin, trying to get some response.
Unfortunately, apart from the sound of his own breathing, no other sound could be heard.
The extreme silence and the oppressive suffocation of the enclosed space magnify people's panic and anxiety dozens of times.
He could even touch the skull of the village chief's son if he just tilted his head slightly.
Although there was a ventilation hole in the box, he was so frightened that he soon found it difficult to breathe and couldn't catch his breath...
"Boss, it's time to get up."
Three hours after Muyan fell asleep, Maruzai's wake-up service came online.
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