Miao Qi Miao

Chapter 28 Carrying the Coffin to Block the Flood

The Yin energy in my hand surged continuously into the incense burner, and the burner emitted bursts of watery sounds.

After a short while, the sound of water, like crashing waves, roared from the distance.

Old Liu Tou was shocked: "Mr. Li, I'll go take a look!"

I heard Old Liu Tou bring a ladder and climb onto the roof. After a while, I heard Old Liu Tou shout, "Mr. Li, this is bad! The water ghosts are attacking the village! The water from the river is rushing into the village!"

I listened carefully and realized that the sound of the water outside was echoing the movements inside the incense burner. Every time the Yin energy in the burner resonated, the sound of the water outside became more violent.

Not only did I not stop, but I also exerted more force to press the Yin energy into the incense burner.

Old Liu Tou's shouting changed: "Mr. Li, the water ghosts are at the entrance of the village!"

"Don't worry about it! They can't get in!" As soon as I finished speaking, the Yin energy in my palm erupted, accelerating the speed of pouring into the incense burner.

Outside, the sound of water soared to the sky, and the shrill wails of ghosts charged towards the village entrance like an army formation.

Soon after, I heard the screams of ghosts from the village entrance—the ghosts were blocked.

As soon as the thought arose in my mind, the Yin energy condensed into liquid in the incense burner, like boiling ice water, bubbling and boiling. However, not only did the surroundings of the incense burner not feel any heat, but they even brought a bone-chilling cold.

I asked in a deep voice, "What happened to the ghosts attacking the village outside?"

"They haven't retreated!" Old Liu Tou's voice trembled, "It's too scary, those ghosts are crazy, desperately rushing into the village. The water is about to flood the entrance."

I asked again, "Is the house you're guarding the water in flooded?"

"It's been flooded a long time ago, the roof is gone! Mr. Li, you should leave!" After Old Liu Tou shouted, a series of gong sounds came from the roof.

Was Old Liu Tou banging the gong? He was summoning the villagers!

After a while, I heard Old Liu Tou shout hoarsely, "Everyone, young and old, go to the village entrance to block the water! Zhao Zhuang, carry the coffin for me!"

When I looked up at the door, several strong young men had already arrived in the courtyard carrying a coffin. Someone walked quickly to the front of the house, holding a set of burial clothes with both hands, kneeling down and raising them above his head.

Old Liu Tou jumped down from the roof, picked up the burial clothes and put them on himself: "Mr. Li, I'm leaving, if the ghosts come in, someone has to block the water. Tomorrow morning, you take the villagers and leave! Go through the back mountain, you can get out of there. Don't go to the front village, and don't touch my coffin."

Old Liu Tou grabbed the edge of the coffin and was about to jump in. But I said in a deep voice, "No need, there are ready-made people to block the water, why are you jumping?"

"What do you mean?" Old Liu Tou turned his head sharply, I pointed to the coffin in the yard: "Use it!"

As soon as I finished speaking, the light in the room dimmed slightly, and the flame on the oil lamp slowly went out as if someone had pressed it down with their hand.

At the moment I turned my head, the last bit of light on the oil lamp went out instantly, and the whole room became pitch black.

At the same time, the coffin in the yard shook several times, and the coffin lid, nailed shut, shook a few times from the bottom up. The seven coffin nails were pulled outwards by an inch, and the several-inch-thick coffin board was pried open a crack with creaking noises.

The corpse's hands also stretched out from the coffin gap, and its fingers gripped the coffin board upwards.

Just as the other party tightened their fingers, I grabbed the incense burner and broke through the window.

The glass shattered by my palm flew in the air like snowflakes. I traversed through the crystal sky, and my feet stomped down on the coffin board.

After a cracking sound rang in my ears, several severed fingers flew from both sides of the coffin to several meters away, and a non-human scream came abruptly from behind a layer of coffin board.

My feet sank again, creating two footprints on the coffin. The wood chips that I kicked up bounced around my feet, and the corpse in the coffin stopped moving.

I said in a deep voice, "Lift up the coffin and go to the village entrance, quickly!"

Old Liu Tou looked at me a few times before shouting in a hoarse voice, "Carry the coffin and send Mr. Li to the village entrance!"

The man named Zhao Zhuang led people to lift the coffin, carried it on their shoulders and walked towards the village entrance. I grabbed the incense burner in one hand, held the knife in the other, stood on top of the coffin, and looked up at the village entrance.

Old Liu Tou walked and sobbed, "Mr. Li, if this old Liu Tou doesn't die this time, I will definitely set up a memorial tablet for you! You are a master... a great master..."

Old Liu Tou thought that I was going to use myself to block the village entrance, so he cried incoherently all the way. I had no intention to explain anything to him, so I let him cry all the way to the village entrance.

When the coffin was moved to about fifty meters away from the village entrance, I could already see the raging river water.

Although the river water was terrifying, it failed to cross the range of the big tree at the entrance of the village.

The branches on the tree danced wildly in the Yin wind, and the continuous white waves rushing to the village entrance pounded the tree trunk, but the roots of the tree stood still.

The white waves were fierce but difficult to cross the boundary.

I said in a deep voice, "Carry the coffin forward!"

The people carrying the coffin obviously had weak legs, and the coffin under my feet swayed from side to side like a small boat.

After the few people carried the coffin more than ten meters, they dared not go any further: "Mr. Li, look..."