Chapter 17 Grave Robbing

Broken pieces of wood flew everywhere. Wu pulled Jiangcheng back as a burst of black mist erupted from the coffin. When the dust settled, a person wearing a Daoist robe stood before them.

Although the Daoist robe was tattered, it was clear that it was unusually luxurious, with silver cloud patterns embroidered on the cuffs.

But the truly strange thing was that this Daoist priest had a talisman stuck to his forehead and stood stiffly in place.

The yellow talisman was quite large, blocking the Daoist’s eyes and half of his face.

"What's going on?" Fatty couldn't help but ask, "It's not a watchman inside, it's... it's a Daoist priest?"

A gust of wind blew, causing the talisman on the Daoist’s forehead to rustle. As the talisman lifted, everyone's expression changed.

Yu Chengmu's eyes narrowed slightly.

As expected!

He was right, the corpse inside the coffin was the watchman.

Judging from this cloud-patterned Daoist robe, this watchman's identity was not simple.

The reason for using a joint burial hall to bury the bones of the Dahe Niangniang (River Goddess) with his own corpse was the most important part of the ritual. Other yin-goers (practitioners of dark arts) and paper figures schemed for a brand new body, wanting to use it to get rid of the erosion of the Door, but this watchman's plot was even greater. The body he wanted... was that of the Dahe Niangniang!

If he was right, tonight when the coffin arrived at the crossing of the river, these paper figures would all seize their bodies, and then use some kind of strange ritual to complete the exchange of the watchman's soul and the Dahe Niangniang's vengeful spirit. The watchman, with his end approaching, would be reborn with the help of the Dahe Niangniang's body.

Yu Chengmu also understood the reason for choosing the Wu family's eldest daughter. He had only fully understood it not long ago.

To be precise, it was after seeing the crystal clear red skeleton.

According to the yin-goers, such a skeleton is called zhusha gu (cinnabar bone), a rare sight in a hundred years, naturally able to ward off all kinds of evil.

If it is tempered with luck, it will be invulnerable to swords and spears, and impervious to water and fire.

But meeting him, Yu Chengmu sneered, the plans of these yin-going predecessors were afraid of falling through, and instead, they were making wedding clothes for him.

"Dahe Niangniang... I must get her!" Yu Chengmu had already regarded the Dahe Niangniang as something in his pocket. This was not arrogance, but he had a trump card in his hand, that letter.

Staring at the watchman wearing the Daoist robe, Jiangcheng also knew that today's matter would be difficult to settle, but fortunately, there was Wu, and they would definitely not suffer in a fight.

The Daoist held the strangely shaped dagger in his left hand and a peach wood sword in his right, his eyes staring straight at Wu.

But the next second, the Daoist suddenly turned around and rushed towards the direction where the paper figures Chen Hao and Jia Jinliang were running.

At the same time, a faint, ethereal cry floated from the direction of the crossing of the river.

"Not good!" Yu Chengmu was shocked after hearing this. Now it seemed that the watchman's plan had been destroyed. The Dahe Niangniang had become an unowned object, and her skeleton would naturally go to find the flesh at the bottom of the river.

If the two were to meet, the cinnabar bone would be invulnerable to all evils, a treasure of the righteous path.

And the flesh, as a living person buried at the bottom of the river for 10 years in a wedding dress, was an object of great yin. When yin and yang clashed, who knew what kind of monster would be born, that was definitely not something he could control.

At the same time as hearing the cry, Wu also had a moment of loss of focus. After a moment, he abandoned Jiangcheng, and in a few moments, his figure disappeared.

The watchman wearing the Daoist robe jumped quickly through the forest, his figure swayed, and he stood on a tree. His obscure eyes were lowered, not far from his feet, Jia Jinliang had already caught up with the paper figure Chen Hao.

"Run." Jia Jinliang stomped on the arm of the paper figure Chen Hao, and said with a grin, "Why don't you run now?"

"Aren't you very calculating?" Jia Jinliang became more and more proud, "Hand over the thing!"

"Impossible!" Chen Hao fell to the ground, his paper body tattered.

Jia Jinliang's face twitched, and he kicked Chen Hao's left leg hard, he would not easily let go of the hatred of the broken hand.

This paper figure was equivalent to Chen Hao's body, and the great pain made his whole body tremble.

Suddenly, Jia Jinliang glanced at the grass behind Chen Hao, and vaguely saw something.

It was the corpse driving牌 (gan shi pai, corpse driving tablet)!

The bronze texture showed at a glance that it was a rare treasure.

Chen Hao seemed to know that he was exposed, and desperately dragged his crippled body towards the tablet, seeming to want to struggle a bit, but how could Jia Jinliang give him a chance? He walked forward with a smirk and stomped Chen Hao's paper head to pieces.

Jia Jinliang spat at the Chen Hao paper figure who had completely lost his life, and cursed, "Go to hell!"

Saying that, he ignored the paper figure, went to the grass, and picked up the tablet.

The moment he got it, a cold chill spread out, catching Jia Jinliang off guard. He subconsciously turned his head, but the scene in front of him made his whole person freeze in place.

Behind him, a tall figure appeared at some point.

The watchman wearing the Daoist robe reached out and easily twisted Jia Jinliang's neck, tore off his head, and threw it aside. The bloody head rolled into the grass, staring with terrified and helpless eyes, unable to close them in death.

The watchman then pried open the corpse's palm and took out the corpse driving tablet.

At this time, the others also rushed over, seeing Chen Hao's trampled paper figure, and Jia Jinliang's headless corpse, the two groups of people instantly turned red-eyed. Du Moyu's possessed body was controlling the former dynasty zombies, and had just gotten rid of the insect tide.

A Biao's Door was also obviously on the verge of collapse. His upper body clothes were torn to shreds, hanging on his body like rags. His whole body was covered with wounds, and his flesh was turned out, but no trace of blood could be seen.

His skin was an eerie gray, close to the color of those insects.

Compared to humans, Fatty felt that he was closer to a ghost.

"Du Moyu" stared at the people in front of him, his eyes filled with soaring resentment, "Okay, since you have ruined our great plan, we can't succeed in seizing the body, don't even think about having a good time, let's die together!"

After a moment, he suddenly reached out and tore off the talisman stuck on the watchman's forehead. The moment the talisman was揭开 (jie kai, revealed), the watchman's pupils suddenly lit up, a kind of ghostly green light.

At the same time, a baleful aura ten times stronger than before instantly spread out. A Biao and Lei Mingyu felt it most strongly, and couldn't help but take a few steps back.

The watchman jumped up and came in front of A Biao. The insect tide, which had always been invincible, was almost useless to the watchman. It was scattered in just one face-to-face encounter. "Save me, if I die, you won't be able to live!" A Biao shouted while dodging.

Although Lei Mingyu knew what kind of stuff A Biao and Yu Chengmu were, A Biao was right. If A Biao fell, he, a seriously injured disciple, would not be able to resist the attack of two ghosts.

Moreover, this watchman... was probably out of the category of ghosts, and should be a higher level of strangeness.