Upon seeing this, the young men who were digging the hole turned pale with fright and stopped digging, no longer daring to continue.
Upon seeing this, the Taoist priest's expression changed slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.
Raise your voice and loudly reassure the crowd.
"Don't panic, everyone! This is just the evil spirit making its last struggle. As long as we put these five magical artifacts back in their places, the formation will naturally stabilize, and the evil spirit will be completely suppressed! Listen to me, everyone, let's get back to work!"
But still, no one dared to make a move.
The village chief strode up to a young man, kicked him hard, and shouted at him.
"The Taoist priest is here; he knows what he's doing. What are you afraid of? If you cowards ruin the village's important affairs, I won't let you off the hook!"
Under the village chief's coercion, the young man gritted his teeth and buried the [grave tiger] with trembling hands.
Just as the [Grave Tiger] was being buried in the newly dug pit, a thunderclap suddenly rang out in the sky.
The thunder was deafening, as if it were about to tear the sky apart.
Everyone was startled by the sudden clap of thunder, but only paused briefly before continuing what they were doing.
Someone looked up at the sky and muttered, "What's going on? Why is it suddenly thundering? Is it going to rain?"
But when the second [Rotten Spirit Puppet] was buried, the once clear sky instantly changed color.
Dark clouds surged in like a black tide, completely obscuring the sky.
In an instant, a strong wind rose from the ground, blowing everyone off balance and making it difficult for them to open their eyes.
"Look, a crow!"
When the wind subsided, someone in the crowd suddenly screamed in terror.
Everyone instinctively stopped what they were doing and looked up at the distant horizon.
A dense patch of black dots slowly appeared on the horizon, initially appearing only faintly.
But in the blink of an eye, these black dots rapidly grew larger, surging in like a black tide.
As they approached, their croaking became increasingly clear.
It's a crow!
According to folklore, crows are birds of ill omen and guides on the road to the underworld.
If a lone crow flies by on a normal day, it's almost certain that someone will pass away in a few days.
Now, the sight of such a vast flock of crows circling overhead fills everyone with a strange sense of unease.
Now, no matter what the Taoist priest and the village chief said, those people dared not make any moves.
Several of the timid young men's legs buckled and they knelt down, kowtowing heavily.
"Ancestors above, your descendants have no intention of offending us; we were all misled by others. We beg your forgiveness! We know we were wrong, and we ask for your protection, that you will not punish us..."
Even the two people who had been watching over us ran into the crowd and kept looking up at the sky.
Just then, I suddenly felt something lightly touch my bound wrists.
It felt cool to the touch, like a cold finger.
My heart skipped a beat, thinking that Luo Tianhe was secretly helping me untie the rope.
Just as I was about to turn my head to look, a hoarse voice, like the rubbing of sandpaper, whispered in my ear: "Don't turn around."
This is not Luo Tianhe's voice!
I quickly glanced at the village chief and the others, and saw that their attention was drawn to the crows circling in the sky, and they hadn't noticed us.
I turned my head slightly to glance back.
It turned out to be that crazy beggar!
He was crouching behind a big tree, his hands quickly untying the rope binding my hands.
The others also noticed the madman's presence, including Gao Qian, and everyone tacitly kept quiet.
"Are you not crazy?"
I never imagined that this slovenly and eccentric beggar was actually faking his madness.
And at this critical moment, they secretly came to untie our ropes.
Rumor has it that after Yingzi died, her husband was driven mad with fright.
I remember when I first entered the village, he threw stones at me.
And when we were trapped in the white fog before, he also tried to harm us.
Could it be that...
He was trying to get rid of us both times in his own way, but we misunderstood him.
But why doesn't he dare to say it?
Who are they afraid of?
Is it the village chief?
still……
old lady?
The beggar ignored my words and focused on untying the ropes. He soon untied me and then quickly went to untie Luo Tianhe.
Just then, a loud "bang" suddenly came from the crowd.
The village chief, holding an old-fashioned hunting rifle, pulled the trigger at the crows circling in the sky.
A crow landed as soon as it heard the call.
The flock of crows was startled by the sudden gunshot and scattered, but instead of flying far, they landed on the surrounding trees like a black cloud.
Those pairs of red eyes gleamed among the branches and leaves, like countless demonic eyes watching us.
The village chief, his face ashen, picked up the shovel from the ground, threw it fiercely in front of a young man, and pressed a gun against his head.
"You bunch of good-for-nothings who eat my food and drink my water, if you don't finish this job today, I'll shoot you all!"
The young man was so frightened that his legs went weak. Trembling, he picked up the shovel and, together with the others, carefully buried the blood jade skull, the sister drum, and the bell in the ground.
Strangely enough, as the five items were buried in the ground, the sky, which had been filled with howling winds and dark clouds, suddenly cleared up.
The wind seemed to be pulled back by an invisible hand, and stopped abruptly.
Seeing this, the Taoist priest stepped forward again, looking quite smug.
With a mysterious seven-star gait, he twirled his peach wood sword, pointed to an open space at his feet, and shouted, "This is it! Dig out the coffin!"
Several villagers quickly brought black umbrellas and carefully opened them to shield the area where the grave was dug from the sun.
Then the others began to dig up the grave.
In no time at all, a bright red coffin was dug out.
As soon as the coffin was exposed, the crows perched on the branches seemed to be provoked by something, frantically flapping their wings and cawing loudly again.
The Taoist priest glanced up at the flock of crows but ignored them, circling the coffin repeatedly, brandishing his peach wood sword with great force, and chanting obscure incantations.
After a while, he shouted, "Open the coffin!"
Several villagers gripped the coffin lid tightly with both hands, using all their strength, their faces turning red.
The coffin lid seemed to be stuck by something, and it took a lot of effort to move it slowly.
The moment the coffin lid was opened, the villagers suddenly screamed as if they had seen a ghost.
“Miss Chen…”
Miss Shen is dead!
"Didn't Miss Shen already... already go abroad? How come she's in a coffin!"
"I remember the woman who committed suicide with scissors was lying in the coffin, how did it become Miss Shen?"
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