The reason why he didn't fall was that the knife was stuck in his neck and then the handle of the knife was stuck to the ground.

The smell of blood kept drilling into my nose, making me feel so disgusting.

But I still bit the bullet and first used a corpse-bound rope to cover Lao Xuan's shoulders, dragging his entire body out of the main hall...

Before, I was afraid that the old executioner would die of illness, hang himself, or other ways of dying. After death, the whole body would be deceiving.

Now he chopped his neck, and although his head had not fallen, almost half of his essence and blood were bleeding. It was already difficult to cheat the zombie.

However, if the burial is in place at night, there will be no major problems.

After pulling the body into the yard, I originally wanted to pull out the beheading knife. But it got stuck inside the bone and couldn't pull it out at all, so I gave up.

After the body was laid flat, the knife head was only slightly higher, making Lao Xuan's like a pillow, and there was no problem in other places.

Just in case, I passed the corpse-bound rope through Lao Xuan's neck, around my shoulders, waist, and finally tied the thigh joints.

After doing this, I nailed the peach wood nail directly to his wrists, ankles, knees, and various positions that could move.

I wiped the cold sweat from my forehead, and the red mist in the yard had slowly dissipated.

I also heard someone shouting outside the yard: "Boss of the Guan family, the new Eight Immortals and the coffin have been taken!"

When I turned my head and saw that there were already more than ten people standing outside the yard, eight strong men, along with the village chief and several villagers.

Their eyes were a little scared, and the village chief also looked anxious.

I took a deep breath and shouted, carrying the coffin in directly.

One of the men outside obviously changed his expression and said in a trembling voice: "This is not a joke, it's dark. I think it's better to go to Xishangouzi to invite the old coffin master back... This Guan family boss is afraid it's unreliable..."

After hearing this, my heart was angry and cursed: "When my grandfather came back, the old executioner had already cheated the corpse. If you don't have the courage, don't come to carry the coffin and be the Eight Immortals! Don't harm the village!"

The village chief changed his face at that time and kicked the man in the lap, cursing, saying, "Is he a little fucking?" If the burial of the old executioner is delayed, your wife and children will be over!"

The other people carried the coffin and walked into the yard, and the man followed in with a panic expression.

After they walked in, they could clearly see me, but none of them surrounded me, but instead they fell to the ground with a bang.

I frowned, but I couldn't blame them for being afraid... The old executioner committed suicide, which was indeed too scary...

Almost all the eight men's faces turned pale.

I took a deep breath, took out the talisman paper, and a piece of it was pasted on everyone's shoulders, and then my heart felt cold again.

If the Eight Immortals have them, they still need a dragon head to suppress the evil spirit of the old executioner. Otherwise, they would probably not be sent to the place and would fall into the coffin.

The first time I carried the coffin, I forgot to ask the village chief to prepare a rooster.

Looking up at the sky, the fog had slowly dissipated, and the moon was about to reveal, so I couldn't wait for the village chief to look for the rooster.

I also thought of an alternative method. This method was told by my grandfather that if life and death were not imminent, I must not use it...

He gritted his teeth and kept his breathing calm. He first directed the eight temporary immortals to open the lid of the coffin, and then used the coffin to carry the coffin through the corpse-binding rope, lifted the old executioner's corpse and put it into the coffin...

There was no mistake in this process, and there was no sign of zombie deception. I covered the coffin and nailed it with iron nails to seal the coffin. Finally, I directly dredged a bucket of water from the well in the yard, mixed the lime well, and applied it to the coffin.

The village chief also walked into the yard staggeringly. He felt a little crying and said in a trembling voice: "The boss of the Guan family, he has learned his skills. He can't see it when it gets dark in the yard. Now he can see it again."

The villagers also followed in, and the New Eight Immortals were talking whisperingly. None of them said that it should be fine.

But I know... these are just beginning...

I walked to the front of the coffin and stood still, glanced at the eight strong men, and said in a deep voice: "The four of them stood one step each, the four of them were in the middle, and carry the coffin on their shoulders!"

The eight people immediately found their respective locations as I said.

I took out a handful of incense from the package and lit the incense head.

The white smoke was so small that my face changed slightly, because the smoke showed signs of diffusion and all floated around...

But I didn't feel any wind...

Holding the uneasiness in my heart, I handed the incense to the village chief and told him to walk in front of us and insert all the incense on the side of the road.

The old village chief turned pale, nodded repeatedly, and walked out of the yard with incense.

I also handed incense to several other villagers who followed the village chief.

What made me feel a little relieved was that they all prepared iron shovels and things to dig graves.

The reason why they were asked to incense on the roadside was because the old executioner was too serious to kill, and he was afraid that other unjust ghosts would come to cause trouble for him. Incense could make the ghosts popular.

Looking back at the Eight Immortals, they all bent their bodies and carried the coffin on their shoulders.

I lowered my voice and roared: "Come on the coffin!"

The eight people exerted their strength together, and even made a muffled groan, but the coffin on the ground did not move at all.

I squinted my eyes slightly, and it was true that there was no dragon head and I couldn't get up the coffin.

He took a deep breath, bite the tip of his tongue, and bite it hard.

The tingling pain made my eyes a little red. I felt a little painful when I pressed my hands on the coffin, jumped up and went to the head of the coffin.

Suddenly, the coffin rose up, and the Eight Immortals showed panic and were unable to stand firmly.

I spit the blood on the tip of my tongue on the palms of my hands, patted it on the head of the coffin, and said in a trembling voice: "Stay on the coffin and go to the back mountain."

After saying that, I sat cross-legged on the coffin and looked up at the sky.

The fog has become increasingly sparse...

The coffin was swaying and extremely unstable. The Eight Immortals carried it out and I lifted my breath as much as possible.

Slightly cold air leaped from under me and immersed in my body, as if it was about to completely occupy my body.

I bit the tip of my tongue again, and covered the entire mouth with blood, and the feeling was slightly slowed down.

Sitting upright, I was not talking... I tried my best to keep calm to resist the yin energy...

This method is what my grandfather said he had no choice but to use it.

Use yourself as the leader and go to the coffin to suppress the coffin.

Yin Qi will enter the body, which will shorten your life for at least three years, and you will also get a serious illness... But now I don’t care about so many.

The coffin left Lao Xuanqiu's house and carried it toward the back mountain.

A dozen meters ahead, you can also see the old village chief who was incense and the villagers.

At first, the coffin was unstable and kept shaking, but now it is very stable.

I felt a little relieved. The fog in the sky had not dissipated. It was already a little white in the sky. It was soon dawn and there would be no big trouble...

Finally reached the location of the back mountain.

This is the burial place in the village, starting from the foot of the mountain, it is a pile of tombs.

The village chief and the others stopped and asked me where I started digging?

I frowned, and the blood wrapped in my mouth was almost swallowed.

After a breath of breath, I said hoarsely: "The old executioner is too evil. He needs to be buried next to the old grave. Don't have a new grave."

The village chief patted his forehead and began to lead the way.

We walked around the back mountain again, and the coffin reached the west side of the back mountain, and the village chief stopped.

There is an open space here, with many graves around it, and it is obvious that no one has worshipped for many years.

The village chief said that the graves here were all found when he was a child, and no one had worshipped them for decades. If the old executioner is buried here, no one will cause trouble.

I nodded and jumped off the coffin. As a result, the Eight Immortals groaned, and the coffin fell directly to the ground...

The expressions of several people were panicked, and my expression changed slightly, but then I calmed down and said in a deep voice: "Old executioner, you have killed countless evils in your life. If you don't live in peace now, I'm afraid you won't have almost gone to the underworld again."

The moment the words were finished, the ropes tied to the coffin suddenly broke and an extremely strange sound came from the coffin...

It was like someone holding a knife and was prying the edge of the coffin lid...
Chapter completed!