Before Qian Huailin could react, Ji Qian pulled him toward the central court.
Mrs. Qian and Mr. Qian remained remarkably calm about their son's impending grave being dug up. After all, this wasn't the first time the Qian family had had their graves dug up, and they were already used to it.
After leaving the backyard, Ji Qian used the straw that Han Mengyao had brought with her to make a new body for Qian Huailin.
However, because Ji Qian tore it too hastily, the repaired scarecrow looks even more haphazard than before.
Qian Huailin was actually a little disgusted, but thinking about the only half of his hair that remained, he finally resigned himself to letting Ji Qian stuff it back in.
According to Qian Huailin's own confession, he was buried very deep.
So Ji Qian "persuaded" Director Liu to mobilize most of the production team to help dig up the grave.
With everyone's concerted efforts and Qian Huailin's friendly guidance, they managed to dig up a wooden coffin in just two hours.
While Ji Qian was frantically digging in the pit, Qian Huailin, standing at its edge, felt a chill run down his spine. He pointed tremblingly at the coffin, which was beginning to take shape:
"I was buried directly in the ground; there was no coffin at all!"
Upon hearing this, Ji Qian finally realized that Qian Huailin had indeed said that he had choked on the mud while calling for help when he was buried alive.
Sensing something was amiss, Ji Qian immediately stopped digging. She climbed back to the ground using a ladder, not even bothering to brush off the dirt, and rushed straight to Xu Qi's room.
Xu Qi had actually been awake for a while, but after hearing the knock on the door, he subconsciously chose to pretend to be asleep.
Ji Qian knocked on the door a few times, but when no one answered, she simply kicked the door open.
Startled by the sudden loud noise, Xu Qi sat bolt upright in bed, instinctively clutching the corners of the blankets. Combined with the layers of pink gauze curtains around the bed, she looked like a refined young lady about to be molested by bandits.
Seeing that Xu Qi had already woken up, the bandit Ji Qian decided not to exchange any more pleasantries, and went forward to carry him to the central courtyard.
Although he didn't know where Ji Qian was taking him, Xu Qi was willing to vouch for him with his own integrity that it definitely wouldn't be a good place.
So he struggled desperately all the way, but unfortunately, due to the vast difference in their fighting abilities, all his resistance was easily suppressed by Ji Qian.
Xu Qi was carried into the courtyard like that. The moment he saw the staff and guests standing in the courtyard, Xu Qi was so embarrassed that he just wanted to die on the spot.
After putting Xu Qi down, Ji Qian finally realized the inappropriateness of her actions. She went over to apologize to Xu Qi and offered a few words of comfort.
Only after seeing Xu Qi's complexion improve did Ji Qian pull him to the edge of the pit: "Look at that thing's aura, doesn't it resemble the walking corpses we've seen before?"
As the name suggests, a walking corpse is a very rare type of ghost or monster, and most of them are controlled or created by others.
However, there are also a few ordinary people with strong attachments and practitioners who are unwilling to die. Because they cannot accept the fact that they are dying, they pretend to be alive and continue to exist in the world.
Ji Qian had the good fortune to witness the latter once when she was eighteen years old.
She had just been admitted to university and went out to celebrate with Xu Qi and Liu Xia that night. But as soon as she turned the corner of the alley, she was so frightened by a familiar face that she sat down on the ground.
That was Grandma Huang, who lived at the entrance of the orphanage alley. She died suddenly from a myocardial infarction. Ji Qian and the others had only heard about her death a day ago.
Ji Qian was so frightened that she crawled all over the ground, and was about to mutate on the spot. Xu Qi rolled his eyes and fainted.
Only Liu Xia managed to exchange a few pleasantries with Grandma Huang before dragging the two embarrassing children away from the scene.
Later, I heard from Aunt Wang next door that Grandma Huang had a son who lived abroad all year round and knew nothing about the family's property. This time, when he came back for the funeral, he almost sold Grandma Huang's 500,000 yuan savings along with the house.
In her panic, Grandma Huang ran straight out of the morgue, reportedly nearly scaring the hospital security guards crazy.
Grandma Huang's son originally wanted to secretly bury her in the ground, but after this incident, he immediately changed his mind and chose cremation.
Although Xu Qi did not have the ability to see ghosts, he was born with excellent physical attributes.
Although his brief cultivation experience did not transform him or lead him to the pinnacle of life, it did cultivate many metaphysical skills in him, one of which was the ability to identify auras.
However, due to his timidity, Xu Qi would deliberately shut down his senses in daily life.
Upon hearing Ji Qian's words, Xu Qi took two shaky steps forward, but due to his weak legs, he turned to crawl before even reaching the edge of the pit.
Ji Qian couldn't stand it anymore, so she grabbed Xu Qi's clothes and dragged him to the edge of the pit.
After Ji Qian repeatedly assured him that no terrifying scenes would appear, Xu Qi did some mental preparation before cautiously peeking into the pit and then quickly pulling his head back.
The whole thing happened so fast that even Ji Qian almost didn't see it clearly: "Well, did you see it?"
"I see it. It is indeed a walking corpse, but it doesn't seem to have been formed naturally."
After saying that, Xu Qi quickly climbed to Han Mengyao's side. In this kind of place, only Tie Tan could give him a little sense of security.
The ghost beside him was dumbfounded. As a cultivator, Qian Huailin certainly knew what a walking corpse was, but:
"Walkers should have memories, but I don't remember becoming a walker?"
"How about... we keep digging? Maybe you'll remember when you see the body."
Ji Qian was also unable to explain Qian Huailin's question, and at this point, she had no better solution than to continue digging.
Qian Huailin is now more eager than anyone else to find out the truth. In the past few days, relying on his knowledge of metaphysics, he has always believed that he is the most lucid ghost in the old house.
But fate played a cruel trick on him; all the traps he had set for Ji Qian a few days ago now came crashing down on him like boomerangs.
With Qian Huailin's consent, Ji Qian called on the others to resume work, and soon they dug out the entire coffin completely.
Ji Qian had been maintaining a calm demeanor, but she suddenly broke down the moment she saw the full picture of the coffin.
This is a very typical Chinese-style horror coffin, with bright yellow talismans pasted all over the bright red planks.
Iron chains, as thick as an adult's wrist, were wrapped around the coffin again and again, as if some world-destroying monster was sealed inside.
The moment Ji Qian saw the yellow talisman, she quickly climbed the ladder and was now hiding behind Han Mengyao with Xu Qi, trembling with fear.
After finishing their work, the burly cameramen turned and left, their mud-covered backs concealing their accomplishments.
Director Liu stood at the edge of the pit, looking at the coffin inside that exuded an ominous aura, and for the first time felt the urge to retreat.
He took small steps closer to Ji Qian and asked in a low voice:
"Teacher Ji, it's already past midnight, how about we continue recording tomorrow?"
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