The other passengers also reacted when Miao Fangfei said it for the second time. They all knelt down regardless of their filthiness and murmured:

"Senior, we are here to send you back home!"

"Please rest in peace, we will send you back home!"

Zhao Hongtu was still hesitating while holding the bow, but Hou Feihu pushed his shoulder hard. He gritted his teeth and knelt down, kowtowing. The sky suddenly darkened, as if the sky was covered by a black cloth, and resentment hovered above their heads.

The coldness was as sharp as a sword, making everyone's hair stand on end. The instinct to guard against resistance was suppressed, and the body sank even lower, almost close to the soil.

Woohoo——

The cold wind passed through the hall, and the sound of the ghostly wind lingered in everyone's ears, like the sound of horns on the battlefield, but also as if the corpses in the coffins were still alive!

Bang, bang——

A dull knocking sound came from inside the main room, as if something was locked in the coffin and was scratching the coffin board unwillingly.

They hate, hate that they are dead and unable to continue to kill the enemy and protect the country.

They resented that they had dedicated themselves to serving the country, but their bodies were trapped here, unable to return to their roots.

They are angry, angry that someone has no good intentions and disturbs their peace!

Hatred, resentment, and anger became more and more surging as the travelers shouted "homecoming". The entire main house seemed overwhelmed, and even the bricks and tiles trembled.

Homecoming, homecoming!

Everyone was coerced by this surge of resentment, forced to feel the unwilling anger as if immersed in it, and their souls felt like they were leaving their bodies and returning to the battlefield a hundred years ago, unable to extricate themselves. Only Wei Xun, who was closest to the main room, remained aloof.

He could also sense the resentment. The strange thing was that Wei Xun seemed to have clairvoyance and could see through the door of the wooden house that the scarlet-blood resentment rose from the coffin, hovering in the house, and attached to everyone.

On a traveler.

The resentful souls in the coffin heard the promises made by the passengers. They made a promise and must keep it.

Otherwise, you will be subject to brutal retaliation.

There was also scarlet resentment floating towards Wei Xun, but it suddenly dissipated when it was about to touch Wei Xun.

[san value: 89]

The sanity level dropped a bit, and Wei Xun's forehead felt itchy. He scratched it and felt that the bulge on his forehead seemed to be growing a bit.

Does it absorb resentment?

Wei Xun vaguely felt that the resentment that had been absorbed by the tip of the horn was still lingering on his forehead. He tried to lure it out without fear of death. After several attempts, he succeeded!

There was not much energy, and Wei Xun boldly directed it to his left eye. A flash of red light flashed across his eyes, and his vision was covered by light red mist.

After blinking, Wei Xun looked at the main room again, and found that he could 'see' more clearly. The scarlet resentment gradually dissipated, and through the main room and the coffin, Wei Xun's eyes fell on the corpse inside the coffin.

I couldn't see clearly the appearance of the corpse, I could only see a layer of light golden light floating on it, like gold dust. A magnificent and pure power lurked in the golden light, thin and thick, like the five thousand years of pulsation of the motherland, like

The military medals stained with the blood of martyrs on the battlefield are so incompatible with the scarlet resentment that they are almost holy.

But those 'golden shavings' have become very shallow, and are being eaten away by another kind of thick black resentment, gradually becoming dim.

[Hey, you inspired the title mission! 】

Just when Wei Xun was observing the 'gold dust' and the thick black resentment with great interest, the hotel prompt sounded in his mind.

[Task name: Unknown]

[Mission Introduction: Unknown]

[Task reward: unknown title]

[Task progress: 0.5%]

[Task Tip: Do what you just did! 】

Title mission?

Wei Xun's heart moved. Do what he did just now? Observe the resentment? Wei Xun felt that the energy in his left eye was being consumed rapidly. There was not much time. Before it was exhausted, Wei Xun followed the direction of the thick black resentment and looked outside.

boom--!

A threatening and oppressive feeling as powerful as the surging waves came suddenly. Wei Xun's head was covered and his ears were buzzing. It took him a long time to recover.

At that glance, Wei Xun first saw the thick black resentment on the rotting corpses in the courtyard.

But what attracted Wei Xun's attention even more was the scarlet and more fierce resentment that hung over the entire Xiaolong Yi Village! That resentment was like a chain curse, suppressing and sealing the corpses in the courtyard here, forever weathered by wind and rain.

Tormented, unable to leave!

[You have observed the resentment of the corpse exorcist Pingping, the resentment level: A level]

[Mission progress: 1.5%]

When Wei Xun left, no passengers noticed.

When the invisible resentment finally disappeared, Miao Fangfei and others were covered in cold sweat. Xu Chen, who was the most perceptive, had weak legs when he got up. When he stood up, his body even swayed and he almost fell.

After everyone could stand up, Miao Fangfei took the lead and pushed open the wooden door. This time, she was not hindered again.

There were not many things in the main room except for twelve coffins. There was a small altar with a finger-thick layer of dust. The smell of rotting corpses came to the face, mixed with the rain, and became a kind of thing that was about to make people's lungs mush.

The accommodation smells bad.

Eight coffins are arranged in sequence in the middle. As Miao Fangfei said, only these eight coffins have wooden tablets placed in front of them, but they are covered with black mold and it is no longer clear who is in the coffins.

The windows of the main room were sealed, not letting in any light. Only a little light came from outside the open door, making it dark and gloomy. The fat man lit an outdoor camping lamp and placed it on the small tribute platform, which could barely illuminate the room.

Light up the coffin area.

"There's something strange about this coffin."

Hou Feihu pondered: "I saw the coffin when my comrades were buried, and here..."

"Not quite 'complete', right."

Wang Pengpeng took out a pair of gloves from somewhere and put them on, and carefully touched the coffin in the center, from top to bottom, as if he were touching someone. Zhao Hongtu had goosebumps all over his body and muttered:

"This isn't a coffin, it's just a few wooden boxes."

"Shh!"

Hou Feihu glanced at him sternly and lowered his voice: "Don't say stupid things."

"What he said makes sense."

Miao Fangfei sighed softly, and her eyes fell on the coffin in front of her with complicated eyes: "This is indeed not a serious coffin, it is more like a temporary 'container'."

A container for placing corpses.

A serious coffin is narrow at one end and wide at the other. It does not use a single nail in the whole body and is entirely connected by a mortise and tenon structure. There are dozens of processes including wood selection, planing, splicing, carving, and painting. Skilled old coffin makers make a coffin.

It will also take several months.

The coffin in front of me is more like a temporary piece. The wooden boards are long and short, and the thickness is different. The splicing joints cannot be perfectly combined, and they are all tied up with ink lines to prevent them from falling apart. The 'coffin board' is more like a split table board, which is virtual.

It was placed on the coffin, and it was covered with dripping ink lines in various directions. Near the end, a rope that had long since faded and turned into black mold was tied horizontally.

"This is a stumbling block."

Fatty Wang lowered his voice: "Be careful, the 'seniors' in the coffin may have signs of corpse transformation."

Setting down a stumbling rope is usually done by tomb robbers. After they open the coffin lid after robbing the tomb, they will draw a cinnabar rope across the end of the coffin at the feet of the corpse according to the condition of the corpse in the coffin. According to legend, the zombie's body is stiff and unable to move.

Curved, in the early stage of raising the corpse, it can only move forward, but cannot retreat.

If the zombies stand upright while the tomb robbers are searching for the underworld artifacts, they will trip over the cinnabar rope in front of their feet, which will delay the tomb robbers for a while and allow the tomb robbers to leave.

Hearing what he said, the passengers were all horrified. Miao Fangfei glanced at Hou Feihu with a sullen face, who slowly shook his head:

"I have no bad premonition."

[I have an ominous premonition (green title): You can always sense the ominousness in advance when it knocks on the door. But when you sense it, the ominousness has already arrived at the door, what can you do? 】

"I can't see any resentment anymore."

Xu Chen took the initiative, paused and then spoke again: "Director Bing was standing outside the door just now... This is probably not a branch attraction."

Since it is not a branch attraction, everyone knows what the eight coffins in the main room mean corresponding to the number of tourists.

"We have to hurry."

Miao Fangfei breathed a sigh of relief, took the lead to walk to the coffin facing her, and gently pushed open the wooden board hanging on the coffin. Sure enough, without wasting too much effort, the wooden board separated from the coffin, and everything in the coffin was clearly visible.

Inside the coffin was a male corpse, dressed as a soldier from the Qing Dynasty. The corpse was blue-black in color, with mercury spots on the shriveled skin. The eyes, nose and mouth collapsed into black holes, which looked more like black holes. The eyes were wide open, staring at Miao Fangfei, as if he was dead.

The neck of the corpse was coiled with rough centipede-like stitch marks, as if his head had been completely chopped off, then picked up and sewn back together.

When the lid of the coffin was opened, the entire main room fell silent. Everyone's eyes were focused on the corpse, alert and vigilant. The corpse did not look like an ordinary person. The half-inch long black sharp nails and the purple tips of the teeth protruding from the shriveled lips seemed to be...

It indicates that he has turned into a corpse.

But from beginning to end, he didn't move at all, he just lay flat in the coffin, like a serious corpse.

"Do you still remember what Director B said when he introduced Xiaolong Yizhuang?"

Miao Fangfei whispered: "Xiaolong Yizhuang was built in the Qing Dynasty. When foreign enemies invaded, General Luo Rongguang in the late Qing Dynasty led his troops to defend the Dagukou Fort and died heroically. In memory of the generals and soldiers' righteousness and bravery, Ma Laosi led his disciples to take the initiative to go out of Hunan and lead the troops

Yong's corpse returned to his homeland and stopped at Xiaolong Yizhuang when he passed through Wuluo Mountain."
To be continued...