Chapter 540 Red Coffin
Chapter 540 Red Coffin
Tian Lin and others have had many dealings with evil spirits in this village, and they are no longer so afraid of the old village chief.
Wang Yanyu opened the door, and then the old villager waved to the male villager who was following him.
The male villager came forward with a tray. The old villager took the tray and went to Zhou Ting first: "There is nothing valuable in my village that the official would like. There are only some gold and silver--"
He lifted the red cloth on the tray, revealing dozens of copper coins on it.
Zhou Ting raised his eyebrows, recognizing that these copper coins were ghost money.
To be honest, ghost money is actually very valuable.
Zhou Ting was happy to get these ghost money for free. What made him even happier was that Tian Lin's guess came true and he could really use blackmail to get the old village chief to summon the official and civilian bodies for them.
Just as Zhou Ting took the tray, the old village chief waved to the villagers behind him.
The villager also came forward with a tray and placed it in front of the old village chief.
The old village man was holding a tray and this time he came in front of the male disciple named Feng.
"Vulgar country things are naturally not pleasing to the eyes of the officials. Here is a bottle of aged wine. I hope you don't mind it."
Laocun was just opening the lid when he saw a wine jar that looked like an urn.
This wine jar is covered with mold, and it's obviously very poisonous.
Even so, the male disciple surnamed Feng was still very happy.
Compared to the so-called treasures, now that he finally knows that he is also an official, isn’t this enough to make him happy?
The disciple named Feng was satisfied after finally confirming that he was an official. He then looked at Wang Yanyu, Mei Xiangu and the other two fellow disciples.
Now, there are still four of them, and it is not certain who is the true disciple.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the old village chief brought the third tray to Wang Yanyu and said, "Sir, I don't have any treasures in my hand. I only have a bottle of elixir. I hope you don't mind."
There was no expression of joy or anger on Wang Yanyu's face. She picked up the long-discarded medicine bottle and nodded.
Finally, after delivering the gifts, the old man looked at Tian Lin and the others and said, "Today is the last time we will open the coffin and examine the body. Please move forward together, gentlemen."
Everyone knew what Laocunzheng was thinking. He just wanted to use the corpse qi to catch all the people present in one fell swoop.
Tian Lin spoke first: "There are still about ten days before the tax is due. Why are you in such a hurry?"
The old villager said stubbornly: "It's better to deal with it as early as possible. Besides, the corpse examined this time is different from the mummies in the past."
Tian Lin frowned and looked at Zhou Ting.
Zhou Ting made the final decision: "Okay, let's go take a look together."
He followed behind Lao Cunzheng, followed by Tian Lin and others.
In fact, Du Qiping and other white-collar workers felt the danger deeply, but they dared not not follow.
It was good to have companions with official status around them. If they didn't have official companions to protect them, they, the common people, would probably die if they were left alone.
A group of people marched towards West Village in a mighty manner, but this time they were obviously taking the main road and did not seem to be heading towards the villagers' homes.
Following closely behind the old village chief, Zhou Ting frowned more and more, and whispered to Tian Lin: "The old man probably has little patience left. I'm afraid it will be difficult to pass the autopsy this time."
Tian Lin replied, "However, since we are so-called officials, we must open the coffin and conduct an autopsy according to the procedures. Otherwise, when the tenth day comes, will the mysterious county magistrate send someone to collect the body?"
As they were talking, the old villager stopped beside a large pond.
Everyone stood beside the pond, looking at the dark and smelly water.
The villagers of Taiping Village were one step ahead of them.
The villagers stood by the pond, each with an iron rope tied around their waist.
Iron ropes extended into the pond from all sides and were tied tightly around the villagers' waists.
"rise!"
As the old villager was about to speak, the dozen villagers began to tighten the iron ropes around their waists and began to retreat. As the iron ropes tightened, a squeaking sound came from the bottom of the pond.
Over there, Du Qiping suddenly pointed at a piece of iron in the pond and said, "That's Senior Brother Zuo's flying sword!"
Everyone looked and saw that the iron piece was indeed made of a flying sword.
Unfortunately, the flying sword had been corroded and completely broken at this time.
"There are bones inside, as well as the robes of my disciples of the Daoist Sect."
Du Qiping spoke again, and everyone saw that as the iron rope was tightened, the mud under the pond carried up corpses.
But what is even more frightening is that a large amount of corpse gas has turned into substance and is bubbling out like a volcanic eruption.
Zhou Ting took two steps back and covered his mouth and nose with his hands. Even Tian Lin took two or three steps back in fear.
Soon, the villagers used up all their strength and shouted, and everyone finally saw what the red iron chain was connected to.
I saw a red coffin with gold inlays being pulled out from the bottom of the pond.
"go!"
Zhou Ting acted promptly and struck the gong as soon as he saw the red coffin with gold inlay appear.
As the gong sounded, the sky suddenly darkened.
The old villager's face changed, and he looked at Zhou Ting and said, "You are courting death, sir!"
Perhaps it was because of the constraints of the rules. Although the old man was shocked and angry, he still called Zhou Ting "Sir".
Zhou Ting didn't want to waste time talking to the old man, so he took the clapper and gong and ran to the night watchman's guest room.
Following closely behind were Tian Lin and others, as well as the villagers.
It was a pity that the villagers had red iron ropes tied around their waists, and the red iron ropes were tied tightly to the red coffin with gold inlay.
The red coffin with gold inlay was very heavy. It not only hindered the villagers' escape, but also pulled several villagers who wanted to escape towards the pond.
Tian Lin ran closely after Zhou Ting and looked back hastily.
There was a strong smell of blood and a few armored soldiers were beating and kicking the evil villagers to death one by one.
At this moment, the red coffin with gold inlay was opened from the inside, and a corpse emitting red light jumped out from it.
Although Tian Lin could not recognize the face of the corpse, he had seen the clothes on the corpse many times. Aren’t they exactly the clothes of Laocunzheng?
The red coffin contains the body of Old Muramasa!
Tian Lin thought so in his mind and quickened his pace to the old night watchman's guest room.
Fortunately, several soldiers were dealing with the evil spirits of the villagers, and fortunately, the body of the old village chief in the red coffin entangled several soldiers.
In short, Tian Lin and others finally entered the guest room safely.
"Brother Zhou, you didn't even say hello when you struck the gong."
Disciple Feng panted and complained with lingering fear.
Zhou Ting's face flushed a little. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "At that time, I was also hesitant about whether to ring the gong! Once the gong is struck, it will turn from day to night, and it will be easy to attract a few soldiers.
But if we hadn't struck the gong, I'm afraid we wouldn't be able to deal with the monster in the red coffin. But after striking the gong, as long as we run faster than those evil villagers, I think there won't be any big problems."
Now that things have come to this, it is naturally difficult for people to blame him.
Besides, it was thanks to his decisiveness in striking the gong, otherwise, if the corpse of the old village chief in the red coffin came out, who would be able to resist Tian Lin and the others? They would probably be torn to pieces on the spot.
"We are lucky to have escaped death today, but what about tomorrow? If Laocunzheng and the others are not dead, I think they will still ask us to open the coffin and perform an autopsy."
(End of this chapter)