Everyone is working on their own, but with different ideas.
The two best friends hid in the darkness of the night, peered through the mourning tent, and observed the situation inside clearly.
It was Ruan Mengmeng who took action again. She used her mental power to control Zhang Baoguo's eldest son Zhang Qing.
Zhang Qing, who was squatting beside his parents, was feeling a little sleepy because the mourning hall was too boring, and his head was nodding.
Just then, a sudden sharp pain came over me.
Zhang Qing, who was confused, reached out to cover his head with his hands, and wanted to shout out loud with a ferocious expression, but the next moment his eyes became dull.
He stood up stiffly and walked step by step towards the coffin in front.
"Zhang Qing, where are you going?" Zhang Baoguo felt something was wrong, stopped what he was doing and asked sternly.
"Dad, why are you shouting in the middle of the night? You scared me." The youngest son Zhang Peng was frightened by his voice and trembled. He muttered with some complaints.
"Lihua, Xiaoqing seems a little strange." He ignored his youngest son's nagging and turned to look at his wife Lihua.
He still had some impression of what happened that day. His cousin spoke so seriously, so he probably wasn't lying.
Moreover, he was really afraid that the situation would happen again.
Besides, his wife was also affected at that time, and the impression must be deeper than his. She should know better than anyone whether there is a problem or not.
"Ah?" Lihua, who had lowered her head, immediately raised her head when he called out to her.
She first glanced around and found that her eldest son Zhang Qing was missing, then turned her head to look. "Zhang Qing, Zhang Qing..."
She tried to wake up her dazed eldest son, but Zhang Qing seemed to be deaf at this time. He could not hear any sound from the outside world and continued to walk towards the coffin.
The noise here woke up the people squatting on the ground. Everyone looked over here and found that Zhang Baoguo's eldest son Zhang Qing seemed to be possessed, with dull eyes and numb expression.
Before anyone could figure out what was going on, Zhang Qing approached the coffin and lifted the lid with force.
After a loud bang, the coffin lid was flipped over to the ground.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh..." Heart-wrenching screams came from the crowd.
Everyone stood up and stepped back.
"Zhang Qing, what are you doing?" someone shouted.
"Hehe..." Zhang Qing didn't say a word, but let out a strange laugh.
"Zhang Baoguo, what are you still standing there for? Hurry up and pull Zhang Qing back. This is a sin..." It was still the eldest cousin who spoke.
The man stood in front of the crowd, glaring angrily, wishing he could tear the eldest wife of the Zhang family into pieces.
What is going on? This family has been causing trouble for two days in a row.
I don’t know what sin my second uncle committed, but he couldn’t even rest in peace after death.
"Oh, I, I'll go right away." Zhang Baoguo was also frightened. He was very nervous about this happening suddenly in the middle of the night.
There can't be anything really unclean, right?
While thinking this, he slowly moved towards the coffin.
Seeing this, everyone held their breath and dared not breathe.
Afraid that other situations will arise.
The more you fear something, the more likely it is to happen.
Zhang Baoguo's heart was beating wildly as he slowly approached with gritted teeth. At one point, he really wanted to turn around and run away.
But there was a large group of people staring at him, and he couldn't escape and could only face it.
Even if there is something unknown and terrifying in front of me...
The mourning hall was as quiet as if it had been paused. The only sound was the soft, gentle footsteps of Zhang Baoguo as he slowly approached.
After Zhang Qing opened the coffin lid, he stood beside the coffin motionless, like a guard protecting the coffin.
Zhang Baoguo didn't dare to move too much, as if he was afraid of waking up some existence, or some unknown creature hiding in the dark.
There seemed to be no danger, and no invisible dirt.
Zhang Baoguo breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that he had been scaring himself.
Just as this thought came to mind, noises began to be heard from within the coffin.
"Bang bang bang..." It sounded like someone was pounding the wooden boards on the side of the coffin.
The sound was not very loud, but it was particularly loud in the quiet night.
"Ah, there's a ghost." Someone shouted at the top of his lungs, and Zhang Baoguo turned around and ran away in fear.
What son, daughter-in-law, what matters most at this time is saving your own life. No one is more important than your own life.
The crowd was still some distance away, but when they saw something was happening, they reacted faster than Zhang Baoguo and ran away.
No matter whether it’s dark outside or not, let’s get out of here first.
"Ah, wait a minute..."
"Help."
"Don't catch me." The more he boasted in the past, the more scared he was now.
Run faster than anyone else.
My eldest cousin also widened his eyes and ran to the door of the mourning shed, staring at it as if he was about to leave.
As soon as there is any unusual movement, he leaves immediately.
The rest of Zhang Weiguo's family just stepped back but did not run away.
They all came from military backgrounds and didn't believe in ghost stories at all.
Just thought it was some kind of coincidence...
Seeing that everyone was in chaos, Zhang Xinxin in the dark moved his fingers slightly, and the silver needle in his palm shot out quickly.
The target was directly on the arms and legs of Zhang Baoguo's family, which were all acupuncture points.
Zhang Baoguo had just turned around and had no time to run away when he was pierced by a silver needle shot towards him.
Of course, this only happens for a moment, and it cannot be seen clearly with the naked eye, and no one will know.
First there was a stinging sensation, like a bug bite, then numbness.
My legs and hands seemed to be out of control of my brain and became uncontrollable.
"Help, there's a ghost." Before he fell, his eyes were filled with fear.
Judging from the current condition of my body, I am definitely possessed by something dirty.
Otherwise, how could he be fine just now, but in the blink of an eye, he lost control of his limbs?
With a loud "bang", Zhang Baoguo fell to the ground magnificently.
He stirred up a layer of ashes from the burning paper on the ground.
"Boss." The woman shouted in fear.
Despite her fear, Lihua stood up and went to help Zhang Baoguo.
Before she even stood up, she realized something was wrong with her body. Her limbs were out of control, and her whole body was sore and weak, as if...
Thinking of this, her heart pounded uncontrollably.
No way, the old man is back for revenge?
Didn't she just not take care of him when he was bedridden, didn't she just skip a few of his meals, didn't she...
Are you really that stingy?
Wasn't their eldest son his favorite all along?
Before she could think too much, there was another banging sound from the coffin.
This time, a dark shadow stood up from inside the coffin.
To be precise, it was the dead old man - Zhang Tiemao.
"Mom, grandpa, he, he..." The youngest son Zhang Peng, who was lying limp on the ground, opened his eyes wide and stared at the figure in disbelief.
"Hehe..." Zhang Qing, who was standing next to him, laughed strangely.
The laughter echoed far away in the darkness, and coupled with the dark shadow in the coffin, it was as scary as it could be in the dim light.
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