Stronger Than The Old Heavenly Master, You Say He Is A Newcomer?

On the development site.

"Zhang Wei, the coffin is in the shed in front."

Yu Weihong pointed to a simple shed made of iron plates in front.

Zhang Wei forehead.

Before coming here, he wasn't sure if Yu Weihong had run into a ghost, but when he saw the shed, he was 100% sure that Yu Weihong had run into a ghost.

Through its binocular eye.

ahead.

That simple shed was covered with a permeating Yin Qi.

In the eyes of others, it may be a big shed, but in Zhang Wei's eyes, it is a haunted house.

Immediately afterwards.

Yu Weihong led Zhang Wei and others to open the door of the shed.

The shed was empty.

Only one coffin stood there.

Zhang Wei and the others saw the coffin as soon as they entered.

It was a coffin stained with soil. Perhaps it had been buried in the soil for a period of time, and the coffin had turned black. The whole body looked pitch black, except that it looked no different from an ordinary coffin.

"This is the coffin that was dug up."

Yu Weihong opened his mouth and scratched his head in embarrassment.

"This is the first time I dug a coffin. I don't know what to do with it. I was afraid that the coffin would be exposed to rain after digging out. So I set up a shed to store building materials and put the coffin here. It should be fine."

Zhang Wei shook his head: "Uncle Yu, you are right to keep the coffin from the wind and rain. This is the correct way."

in words.

He never took his eyes off the coffin, examining it carefully.

"Huh? This is..."

He reached out and wiped away the dirt on the coffin.

On the coffin, black lines were drawn, one after another, horizontal and vertical, neat and uniform, covering the entire pitch-black coffin.

The black lines are about the same color as the pitch black of the coffin. If Zhang Wei hadn't looked closely, he wouldn't have been able to spot these black lines.

"Brother Wei, what are these black lines in the coffin?"

Li Junfei noticed that Zhang Wei was wiping the black lines on those coffins.

He was surprised.

Before he came to Northeast China, he searched Baidu Encyclopedia for information about 'coffins'. There are various kinds of coffins, and some of them would draw patterns on the coffins, but he had never heard of anyone drawing a checkerboard-like grid on the coffins. Wire.

"This is an ink fountain line, and it's not an ordinary ink fountain line. It's an ink fountain line drawn by an ink fountain mixed with chicken blood."

Zhang Wei continued to touch the coffin, and then reached out and knocked on the coffin.

Boom boom boom.

The sound of fingers tapping on the coffin was dull.

His words speak out.

Brother Yu Weihong was stunned for a while.

As real estate developers, they naturally know a lot about building houses. The ink fountain is a common tool in ancient times, usually used for measurement and house construction.

They looked at each other in a daze.

I don't understand why the ink fountain was painted on the coffin, and it was mixed with chicken blood.

at this time.

Zhang Wei's voice came.

"What kind of enmity is this, to actually use an iron coffin."

Feel the attention of everyone.

Zhang Wei didn't hide anything, he signaled to Brother Yu Weihong to knock on the coffin carefully to find out.

next moment.

Brother Yu Weihong was astonished.

"This coffin is not made of wood, it is made of iron."

"It's true. The surface of the coffin is painted with a layer of wood paint. It looks like wood, but it is actually a coffin made of iron."

That's all for words.

The latter Yu Weiming looked strange: "It's the first time I see a coffin made of iron."

Li Junfei looked over: "Isn't it good to use iron as a coffin?"

All neatly.

Everyone looked at Zhang Wei.

at this time.

Zhang Wei had finished looking at the coffin, and got up to slap the coffin soil off his hands.

"Iron has been discovered by ordinary people since ancient times, but you have seen someone who made coffins out of iron."

"The reason why wood is used as a coffin is because wood is a plant, which has life and spirituality. It represents endless life. Wood is life, corpse is death, and life and death are reincarnated. Iron is different. It is not formed over time, but It is a dead thing, unable to communicate with yin and yang, and buried in it after death, even the soul cannot come out."

"In other words, burying in an iron coffin is tantamount to locking people's souls in it."

"Plus the ink fountain line."

"I think you, Uncle Yu, know that ink fountains are used for architectural surveying."

Brother Yu Weihong nodded upon hearing this.

Zhang Wei continued.

"In fact, besides measuring, the ink fountain line also has another function, that is, doping the ink fountain line with chicken blood, so that the drawn ink fountain line can suppress evil things to a certain extent."

The coffin that Zhang Wei caressed.

"The ink bucket seals the coffin, and the iron coffin is buried."

"Using this kind of cruel method to bury people, if they are buried in a good feng shui hole, it will reverse the bad luck of feng shui, and the whole family of the person who is buried will die in a bad way."

Its voice is not loud, and it reaches everyone's ears leisurely.

Everyone couldn't help trembling.

Yu Weihong and the others were even more frightened, what kind of enmity is this horse riding.

"Nimma, the person who buried him did so many things to blame the person who did it. Is it worth it?"

Yu Weihong couldn't help bursting out Northeast dialect.

Also at this time.

Li Junfei seemed to think of something, and asked Zhang Wei curiously.

"Brother Wei, if you say to bury it in a good Fengshui cave, it means that the whole family will die badly, but if it is buried in a bad Fengshui cave."

Zhang Wei glanced at Li Junfei, and slowly uttered three words.

"Make zongzi."

"Zongzi?" Yu Weihong stared wide-eyed: "Zhang Wei, you mean... Zombies?!"

Yu Weihong is in the real estate business and travels all year round, so he has seen a lot.

he remembers.

In some provinces, locals refer to zombies as 'zongzi'.

The iron coffin is weird, and Yu Weihong is sure that the zongzi Zhang Wei mentioned is definitely not a zongzi, but a zombie.

as predicted.

Zhang Wei nodded.

"Yes, zombies. If a person survives with his breath in his mouth before death, he may become a zombie."

"As I said before, the iron coffin is a dead thing, the soul can't get out, let alone the breath, buried there and placed in a bad Fengshui cave, it is easy to artificially create zombies."

When Yu Weihong heard this, his heart skipped a beat.

Can't help it.

He patted his chest.

"Fortunately, my land is very good. There are rivers and roads. It is a good feng shui. So my workers jumping off the building should have nothing to do with the coffin."

The words just came out.

Zhang Wei spoke directly.

"Who said it's okay, Uncle Yu, the reason why your workers dug up the coffin must be because the workers didn't realize that it's a tombstone, maybe they didn't find the tombstone."

"Uh, Zhang Wei, you mean..." Yu Weihong's heart skipped a beat.

Zhang Wei smiled when he saw this.

"A good geomantic point, but no monument is erected, the tomb is incomplete, and a good geomantic point has to become bad."

Dead silence.

Thriller.

frightened.

Yu Weihong and the others subconsciously moved away from the coffin, while Li Junfei and Yu Xiaoqi had already stuck to the door, ready to leave at any time.

joke.

According to what Zhang Wei said.

Then what is lying in the coffin now is not a dead person, but a zombie!

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