The Black Coffin Town Ghost (2)

entary schools had entrance exams, and Tanlang, who used to be homeless and followed a gravedigger for a living, couldn't possibly understand those strange IQ test questions.I thought about it for a m..."Really not" I thought I felt something brush past me just now, and the compass can't be wrong.

The little demon’s gloomy face contorted with fear: “Little Madam, since you can see us, you can also see ghosts… But, this place is so small… there aren't any ghosts to detain here.”

I turned my head to look at my brother. He was looking down at the torture devices, making notes in a small notebook. He didn't seem to feel anything unusual either.

"I'm sorry to have wasted your time. Please go back now." I smiled apologetically.

Two little imps grinned at me foolishly and vanished.

My brother made a gesture for me to go up and speak.

We continued to cover the hole with wooden planks and then pasted talismans. My brother made a small mound of earth and inserted three red incense sticks into it.

The fragrant smoke rose straight up, and after a long wait, there was no unusual shaking.

"How are you Did you see anything" Lao Liu asked nervously.

My brother opened his little notebook: “Inside are oil pans, wooden stakes, stone mills, iron hooks... How did the previous few people die Let's compare notes and prevent ourselves from meeting the same fate.”

Lao Liu was so scared by my brother's casual tone that he almost fainted. He lost two and injured one, where did he have the mood to check!

I saw in that little notebook my brother had also drawn a fruit. I speechless asked, "Are you hungry"

My brother glared at me and whispered, “This is a torture device!”

"What kind of torture device looks like that" I didn't quite believe him.

"Search for 'flowering pear' on your phone, yourself." He gave me a white look.

I saw him pull Lao Liu aside and whisper something in his ear. I pulled out my phone to search what a flowering pear was.

This name doesn't sound like a torture device, and my brother is also a spirit painter. He drew something like a pear-shaped "8", and only he knows what it means.

Seeing the picture and explanation that popped up on my phone, my eyes widened — I can't believe this kind of thing even exists!

Since I got into this circle, I've been having my worldviews challenged and expanding my horizons every day!

I rolled my eyes. This place looked more like a torture workshop than an actual jail. It probably used to be a place for interrogations, with dried human skin still hanging up from the last session.

But where did the ghosts inside go

"Where did you put that coffin Are you idiots You moved something like this around!" My brother scolded Lao Liu, then turned to me and said, "Xiao Qiao, come on, let's go find that black coffin."

At large construction sites, a designated area is usually set aside for the accumulation of construction debris. This empty coffin was discarded into the construction waste pile and cleaned up periodically.

Looking at the construction debris piled up like a small mountain, my brother told me to stay put: "Don't move, be careful not to get hurt, Jiang Qiyun is about to explode."

I nodded, watching my brother climb up and search until dusk. Finally, he huffed and puffed, dragging out the black coffin.

This black coffin didn't have that ghostly aura, but rather a heavy sense of presence. My brother shone his flashlight around and cursed, "Serves them right these idiots got into trouble, didn't they see the scriptures for expelling evil inscribed on it"

I crouched down and said, "Come on, how many people still believe in ghosts and spirits these days Most don't anymore, and besides, where would ordinary people understand scriptures... But how did this scripture end up carved on the bottom of the coffin"

“It should be used to suppress ghosts. This coffin’s bottom is meant to seal off that hole,” my brother said as he beckoned me to help him push open the coffin lid. He shone a flashlight inside, and I saw carvings of black and white impermanence figures on the inside of the coffin lid. They faced downwards towards the bottom of the coffin.

"Look, the Seven and Eight Lords are watching here. This black coffin wasn't just placed randomly. It's estimated that a Taoist priest used it many years ago to suppress something in the cell."

“What should we do now The thing is already out, and there’s supposed to be a construction site here. We can't just keep it sealed up, right” I thought of Hou Shaowen's haggard appearance. If things go wrong here, he probably won’t stand a chance in the power struggle.

My brother thought for a moment: "Why don't we borrow the Seven Lords and Eight Lords from your ghost husband They are probably the only ones who can restrain this malevolent spirit. As long as this ghost is subdued, I'll cleanse the instruments below of their evil and sinister energy, then dig them all out to expose them to the sun and fill in the earth."

I rolled my eyes and followed my brother's lead, saying, "My phantom husband appears and disappears like a ghost. He only shows up in the room at night."

"Be content, if he doesn't know where to go at night, then you should be worried about being seduced by some vixen." My brother let out a yawn and glanced at his watch: "Let's go, get them to move the coffin back, and we'll come back tomorrow."

When we walked back to the construction site, we saw Lao Liu listening at the windowsill of a room from afar.

He crept and crouched beneath the window, peering in from time to time. There was no movement inside the room, and he couldn't help but press his face against the crack in the window to peer further in...

Suddenly he cried out and fell to the ground, then roared: "Dead, dead people! Another one is dead! Quick, quick, someone come!"

The workers nearby heard the shouts and rushed out of their doors, a few brave ones kicking open that door——

Inside is a rather plump middle-aged woman, her neck currently suspended from the iron bed frame above, her legs kneeling below.

When Officer Lu arrived, the forensic pathologist extracted a wire whisk from the body. It was the kind used in kitchens to beat eggs, about the size of a fist and quite springy.

Isn't this torture device very similar to the pear blossom one This kind of killing, how does it feel like punishment

I stood among the crowd and quickly heard a lot of gossip. This woman lives with her husband, working in the kitchen on a construction site. There are more men than women on the construction site, and she often sneaks around. Now, her husband has probably found out, and he's so angry that he's become psychologically disturbed.

Officer Lu quickly deployed the command, then walked over and whispered to us, "Do you have something to say"

I nodded and said, “Officer Lu, there's probably something on the suspect that needs our attention. Otherwise, even if you kill him, more people will be harmed.”

Officer Lu glared at me with piercing eyes: "Miss Qiao, your brother often talks nonsense, and you've been influenced by him. As a college student, you should be materialistic! Don't learn from your brother."

"Damn it, I'm a college student too!" My brother was furious.

"Officer Lu, everyone sees the world differently. Just let us handle this, we won't delay your mission, okay You saw it too, it's dangerous." I pleaded with him.

Officer Lu narrowed his eyes at me. Then his earpiece crackled to life, with someone on the other end reporting the suspect's location. He pondered for a moment, then turned and gave us a cool nod. "Get in the car," he said.y isn't it working at all..." I used Bai Ni's body as a pillow, resting my head on its body, basking in the rare sunshine.Wind, snow, rain, and dew; time and nature's course. Even the Dharma cannot fu...