C21 One Foot in the Way

I definitely don't doubt that this Hsing in front of me is an illusion of a ghost.

Although her small hand was a little cold, it still had the temperature of a normal person. This was something that could not be deceived by me.

It was just that the strength she used to pinch my wrist was a little tight. She must have heard the conversation not far away and suddenly remembered this.

After a short hesitation, I understood Hsing a little.

She had just entered the "Painstaking Stage" not long ago. Although it was not a problem for her to fight alone, it was inevitable for her to be flustered.

Looking at the scene of his daughter-in-law last night, it was a spiritual creature and a ghost... It was so exciting.

Hsing was already quite unfriendly to him. She would occasionally miss something, even if it was nothing.

After understanding all of this, I stood up happily and pulled out the three Soul Capturing Needles from the coffin. I pried three more "8 Saws" from the right side of the coffin and climbed back into the coffin.

This was already my fourth time entering the coffin. Naturally, I no longer felt the same fear and panic as before.

The three sharp Soul Capturing Needles pierced deeply into the back of the little wife's head and used her long hair to cover it up.

I reckon that even if the master family were to look at it from a close distance, they might not be able to find any clues.

After doing all of this, I returned to the original path and covered the coffin again.

Time was just right.

I had just sat down on the straw mat when a loud noise came from outside. It was Old Zhao leading the eight coffin carriers in.

One of them I know, it's that little bastard Zhao Fei!

"Thank you, thank you so much! In the past seven days, if it wasn't for your help, I wouldn't know what to do!" Old Zhao handed a white envelope to Hsing with one hand, then turned the back of his hand and wiped his eyes.

Looking at his sad face, in fact, his eyes were dry and not even a single tear was left.

Hsing took the envelope and pointed to the coffin behind her. She said lightly, "Quickly go according to the time!"

The rule was naturally to lock the spikes and then carry the coffin to the tomb that they had chosen beforehand.

When the burial was over, the latest time was no later than seven o'clock in the morning, which was the last period of the second lunar month.

Seeing Hsing waving her hand, Old Zhao led the eight young men and passed by us, then formed a circle around the coffin.

After a moment, seven spikes were firmly nailed into the coffin.

From the beginning to the end, Old Zhao didn't even look at the corpse one last time.

After that, they tied ropes around the coffin, and the eight of them stood in different positions.

When everyone was ready, Old Zhao shouted, "Rise!" He gave the order to the eight young men.

They heard a series of muffled groans, and the little wife's coffin was slowly lifted up.

The coffin was lifted a little bit higher and then lowered a little bit again.

There was a slight creaking sound from the dragon frame.

The eight guys were all so red in the face and neck, as if they were drunk.

I could tell that something was wrong!

The body of the little wife was at least a hundred kilograms, and with the coffin, it would be at most three hundred kilograms!

The eight guys were all big and strong. They looked like tough guys.

They couldn't even lift the coffin together? Was this a trick that the little wife had made before she left?

Bang!

Just as I was thinking about it, I heard a muffled sound and the coffin fell back to the ground.

Half of the eight people were half kneeling on the ground, rubbing their shoulders and staring at the coffin with strange eyes.

"If you don't say the last words, you won't be able to calm your heart!"

"Then... come out!"

Hsing seemed to have expected this scene. She didn't look panicked at all.

She came in front of the eight coffin carriers and looked around from left to right. She was talking to them.

I was stunned and wondered who Hsing was talking to.

From the meaning of her words, she was obviously talking to the little wife!

But why was she looking at the coffin carriers?

"Hehehe! What a handsome Vigil Keeper! What a powerful soul-sending technique!"

As soon as Hsing finished speaking, a figure flashed out from the group of young men.

It was Zhao Fei, the close relative of the Zhao family — the one who drove the tractor!

Zhao Fei's face no longer had the expression of a sneaky person. Instead, his eyebrows and the corners of his eyes were filled with malicious hatred.

The sound that came from Zhao Fei's mouth was soft and gentle, but it was the voice of the little wife.

Looking at Zhao Fei's two steps, he was twisting his hips and legs to the left and right.

Combined with his face full of goatee, his actions were truly disgusting to the point of death.

"Ah! Ah! It's a ghost!"

"There's a ghost!"

At this moment, even those who were carrying the coffin could tell that Zhao Fei was involved with the little wife.

All of them were so scared that they rolled and crawled and hurriedly ran out of the courtyard.

Not to mention stopping them, in such a short period of time, even Old Zhao was nowhere to be seen.

I really thought that he was a lame old man, but in the end, he ran even faster than a rabbit. He was the first to run out of the courtyard door!

I can't leave. Hsing is still here. I have to watch her with my own eyes.

I asked myself, since the First Seven Night until now, I haven't said a word to Mrs. Zhao. There must be nothing wrong with me. I just have to wait for Hsing to finish.

Hsing ignored her praise. She flipped her right hand and took out another item from the small cloth bag.

When he saw that thing, Zhao Fei's expression changed. He was still the little wife, but his voice contained a great amount of fear.

"You … Why are you carrying this?"

"You are Vigil Keeper, what right do you have to kill us?"

Hsing had her back to me, so I temporarily couldn't see that thing.

I only knew that Hsing had prepared well this time, and she was going to win against the little wife.

If she didn't stop the Soul Returning, Hsing would probably use some methods on her again, making her unable to even cry.

Hsing stretched out a finger and said with a tone that did not carry a hint of sympathy, "One minute! I only give you one minute!"

Hearing Hsing's words, Zhao Fei felt as if someone had used a hook to hook his head. He kept shaking his head from left to right.

"Is there justice in this world? I have suffered such a great injustice, where can I go to reason?"

"You took someone's money and helped them get out of trouble. You will be punished sooner or later! You will be punished!"

Zhao Fei's face was filled with tears, like a small ditch, flowing down.

She looked at Hsing hatefully, then sighed towards the sky. After that, she slowly walked out of the courtyard.

This time, I noticed another detail. When she was walking, her toes were raised, only a little bigger than the tip of her toes, and it was touching the ground.

Kick kick kick kick kick kick kick kick kick kick kick...

After a long while, I heard a miserable cry from outside the courtyard.

"Ah, ah... My hand... Ah, ah! Who the hell is f * cking trying to screw me over?"

It was Zhao Fei's voice.

"Quick! Little Junior Brother, go and find the main family!"

"Right now, the ghost has already gone to the tomb. The coffin carrier only needs to carry the coffin smoothly. However, you must not miss the hour!" Hsing urged me.

I nodded and ran out. My heart was extremely satisfied.

I thought to myself, Zhao Fei, you little bastard, I told you to show off to me every day. How was it? You fell into the pit!

When I passed by the side of the pit, I saw that Zhao Fei's half of his body was still in the pit.

He held his right wrist with his left hand and stared at his trembling palm. Looking at his appearance, it seemed like his right hand was severely injured.

I was puzzled and thought to myself, I buried a bamboo stick at the bottom of the pit. Logically speaking, Zhao Fei should have been injured on his feet.

What was going on? This pain could be transferred to other parts of his body like a cigarette?

I was thinking about the burial of my little wife, so I didn't have time to bother with him.

When Old Zhao came back, he reorganized the team of eight people to carry the coffin. It was almost six o'clock in the morning.

The rest of the process was very smooth.

When the coffin fell to the bottom of the tomb and was not covered in yellow earth, Hsing pressed on the coffin and chanted, "The joys and sorrows of my past life turn into a breeze that doesn't leave a mark. When I step into the reincarnation realm, I will hear the voices of the world again!"

Seeing that there was no movement in the coffin, Hsing pursed her lips and smiled. Then, she formed a seal with her hands and bowed to the coffin.

At this point, I followed Hsing and passed through the entire seven days of guarding the soul.

Zhao Fei was injured, so he naturally couldn't let him drive the tractor to send us.

However, I and Hsing were not in a hurry. We slowly walked back. We chatted and chatted about the past. I felt that it was beautiful.

Behind us, the Zhao family's ancestral hall was getting further and further away from us. My mood became more and more relaxed.

I asked, "Hsing, about what happened last night, please explain it to me in detail. Let me gain some experience."

"It was just past ten o'clock, and two identical you appeared out of nowhere. That guy scared me to death."

I originally thought that Hsing would be able to explain it to me in detail.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I spoke, Hsing turned around and grabbed my elbow with her hands.

"What did you say? Two identical me?"

"She … She has been staring at me?" For the first time, Hsing revealed a look of fear on her face.