Chapter 37 Refining Corpse Oil Oh

my god!

This bizarre scene frightened me so much that I felt like a ghost, my whole body was cold, and my stomach was churning. If I hadn’t eaten anything all day, I would have vomited.

Hu Zi's face was pale, and beads of sweat kept dripping down his forehead. He swallowed his saliva, and then said in a trembling voice: "Qian...Qian Yu, what are they doing? Are they going to eat...dead bodies?"

I didn't say anything, because the strong sense of horror had made my mind blank. After a long time, I recovered, took a deep breath, and then said: "I don't know what they are going to do, but it's definitely not for eating."

In this era, no one would gnaw on corpses because of hunger, just like a homeless person would not pick up garbage to eat after being full.

Moreover, the three brothers of the Liu family are not rich, but they have also made a lot of money in recent years. It is absolutely impossible to say that their family is so poor that they can't afford to eat.

"If they are not eating, why do they...cook the corpse?" Hu Zi asked with a pale face. I frowned and said, "Either the three Liu brothers have some special hobbies, or...there is some special use for it."

The former is unlikely. Although the three Liu brothers often cause trouble in the village, there is really no news of any special hobbies.

Since it is not because of a special hobby, then it can only be for some special use.

At this time, I suddenly thought of the corpse coffin, and then I thought of what Liu Lao San had said before, which Hu Zi had repeated.

"Could it be that they boiled the bones to raise the corpse? But why didn't I know that raising the corpse also requires boiling the body?"

I grew up with my master since I was a child, and I started practicing since I was a child. Not only did I learn martial arts and draw talismans, but my master also taught me the unconventional techniques of exorcising demons and monsters, and at night, he would force me to read his collection of books.

Most of the books in the collection are Taoist classics, which record many Taoist allusions and some secret techniques. It can be said that there are very few Taoist techniques in this world that I don't know, but I don't know how boiling the corpse can help raise the corpse.

"Is it to extract corpse oil? But how does corpse oil help to maintain corpses?"

I don't know much about maintaining corpses. My master only mentioned it when I was a child. Obviously, our lineage is not good at this.

At this time, the water in the pot has been boiled. Even from a long distance, you can hear the "gurgling" sound coming from the iron pot. When the night wind blows, there is a greasy and foul smell.

The smell is so bad. Hu Zi and I are outside the yard, more than ten meters away from the big iron pot, but even so, the smell makes our faces pale and our stomachs churn.

As for Liu Lao Da and Liu Lao Er, they were obviously unable to bear it and went back to their rooms. Only Liu Lao San and Liu Que Zi were still beside the iron pot.

Liu Lao San was stirring the iron pot with the iron pot from time to time, but Liu Que Zi didn't move at all. He just held a tobacco pot in his hand and squatted beside it, puffing out smoke.

The light from the stove made Liu Que Zi's scarred face look uncertain. His cold eyes were staring at the big iron pot. He squatted there without saying a word, and no one knew what he was thinking.

I frowned as I looked at Liu Quezi. Although Liu Quezi had been a long-lived man for his whole life, I had never heard my master say that he was a cultivator. But if he was not a cultivator, how could he make a corpse-raising coffin?

Although a corpse-raising coffin is also a coffin, it is not an ordinary coffin, especially the Yin-gathering formation at the head of the coffin. Although it is not a big formation, it is just a very common formation in Feng Shui, but it is not something that anyone can draw.

"Could it be that this Liu Quezi has some identity that even my master doesn't know about?"

I had a lot of random thoughts in my heart, but then, I suddenly shuddered in my heart, and then I turned my head almost instinctively and looked not far behind me.

"Qian Yu, what are you looking at?" Hu Zi saw me turning my head to look back, so he also looked back. Seeing that there was nothing in the darkness behind him, he said, "Don't scare me."

I shook my head and said it was nothing, then looked at Liu Quezi again.

But although I was staring at Liu Quezi, in fact, my attention was almost all on the back.

At that moment just now, I suddenly had a very strong feeling of being spied on.

That feeling was very similar to when Hu Zi and I went to the back mountain last night, as if in the dark, there was a pair of eyes secretly staring at me.

But the feeling was much stronger than last night.

"Could it be that the uncle of the yellow-skinned man has come? But didn't the yellow-skinned man say that there is a formation in our village, and the yellow-skinned men with deeper skills can't get in at all?" I frowned, thinking, if it wasn't the yellow-skinned man, then what could it be?

The feeling of being watched came suddenly and went away quickly, just a moment later, but at that moment, I did have a feeling of being on edge, and my strong sixth sense told me that the person who spied on me must be very powerful, even more powerful than the yellow-skinned man I met last night.

The yellow-skinned man almost wanted to kill me last night. If it weren't for the crescent mark on my arm that lit up at the critical moment, I'm afraid I would have gone to the Nether Palace to report at this moment.

"If the person who spied on me just now is more powerful than the yellow-skinned guy last night, then if this person has evil intentions towards me and wants to kill me, wouldn't it be easy?"

I thought to myself, what on earth is going on in our village? My master has only been gone for less than two days, how come it has become such a mess? All kinds of evil spirits and monsters have popped up.

"Could it be that they deliberately took advantage of my master's absence to come out and make trouble? But why did they target me? Could it be that they are all after the so-called River Map and Luo Shu?"

Just as I was thinking wildly with a gloomy face, Hu Zi beside me pushed me and said, "Qian Yu, they seem to have cooked it."

I looked up and saw that Liu Quezi had stood up and was standing next to the iron pot, looking down at it.

Then, Liu Quezi actually made a move that made me look horrified.

I saw that he actually put a finger into the iron pot and wiped it hard, then lifted the finger up and put it in his mouth and slurped it.

Oh my god!

This disgusting scene made Hu Zi vomit. I was not much better. I just felt my stomach grumbling and acid rising into my mouth. If I hadn't held it back, I would have vomited.

"Damn it, this Liu Quezi is a pervert. He even dares to eat corpse oil!" I turned pale and couldn't help cursing in my heart.

My master seemed to have told me that if you want to turn yourself into a living corpse, the most important step is to drink a whole basin of corpse oil. Could it be that this Liu Quezi is trying to make a living corpse? But how dare he eat corpse oil? This stuff is poisonous. If a living person touches it, the body will rot at the least, and in serious cases, he may die immediately. Could it be that this Liu Quezi is not a human being?

I covered my forehead with my hand. At this moment, I just felt that my brain was not enough. .7

First, Hu Zi and I inexplicably met the yellow-skinned man who was seeking a title in the back mountain, and then we were retaliated by the yellow-skinned man. Then, it was the corpse of Liu Laohan that was causing trouble, the ghost baby riding a donkey, the big black dog exorcising evil spirits, and the black-clothed zombie who had lived for thousands of years asked me for the River Map and Luoshu. Then, the widow Wang behaved strangely again...

Our village has been chaotic enough in the past two days, but now, there is Liu Laosan who digs graves, steals corpses, and boils corpses, and Liu Quezi who made a coffin for raising corpses...

It is even possible that the ghost baby is Liu Laosan's child, and Miao Cuicui is also very likely to have been killed...

"Damn, who are these people!"

At this time, Hu Zi let out a long sigh, then wiped the stains from the corners of his mouth and whispered, "Qian Yu, the behavior of Liu Laosan's family is too weird. We must find out tonight what they are doing and whether Miao Cuicui is dead. I think we can see that this family is not normal. If Miao Cuicui is really murdered, then we should call the police."

I nodded and said, "In my opinion, we can call the police now. No matter whether Miao Cuicui is in trouble or not, the fact that Liu Laosan dug up the grave and stole the body is enough to sentence him to several years in prison."

"Okay, we'll sneak in later, and as long as we find anything unusual, we'll go back and call the police."

After we agreed, we stopped talking.

At this time, the fire under the iron pot had been extinguished by Liu Laosan with water. He took out a ladle and scooped out the corpse oil in the iron pot one ladle at a time and put it all into the bucket. Then, he and Liu Quezi went into the house.

"Let's go and take a look now."

After seeing the two people enter the house, I took a deep breath, and then I climbed over the wall with Hu Zi and quietly touched the big iron pot.