Seeing these ugly and disgusting beetles, I felt like I had fallen into an ice cave in the moon, and the whole person froze in place, only the corners of my eyes, the corners of my mouth and other sensitive parts twitched.

Soon, however, a wave of intense anger swept away the fear.

Damn, is it really Lao Tzu the braincase of the dragon lantern, at the mercy of others?

The depressed grievances of these days came flooding in, and my heart was crossed, and my hands slapped the oncoming beetles indiscriminately, gritting my teeth and rushing towards the corpse.

The beetles were constantly being shot down, and the laughter of the dead bodies came to an abrupt end.

Suddenly, the zipper of the body bag was pulled down from the inside, followed by a large cloud of black beetles swarming.

There were countless beetles, and they pressed down on me like a strange black cloud.

Now I'm really hairy, I don't have the courage to slap anymore, so I pull my legs and run out.

Running into the courtyard, the beetles also chased after them overwhelmingly.

I have already spent a lot of effort on this journey, how can two lead-filled legs fly as fast as wings?

In a hurry, he saw the water tank in the corner at a glance and hurriedly ran over.

The water in the tank may not be enough to soak me completely, but Lao Tzu turned the tank upside down, and he could hide for a while with a golden bell upside down.

Just as I was about to implement this stupid and stupid solution, a person suddenly ran in from outside the hospital.

As soon as the man entered, the beetles immediately changed direction and flew towards him.

"Run!" Seeing that it was Dashuang, I blurted out exclaim.

Dashuang looked at the scene in front of him with a frightened face, as if he was scared stupid.

I scolded secretly and wanted to go over to rescue, but just as the beetle was about to fly in front of Dashuang, he suddenly opened his mouth and yelled "ah".

I don't know if it's an illusion, but just as he let out a roar, I seemed to see a white flame erupt from his mouth.

The beetles caught up with this arrogance, and they all fell to the ground with a "snap and snap"!

"Brother Xu, are you okay?" Dashuang walked up to me quickly.

Looking at the beetle that had fallen to the ground, I reacted from my stunnedness, "There's something wrong with the corpse!" ”

The two ran into the house and saw the body bag on the ground, but the dead body was nowhere to be found.

"That's not Lao Chen."

"That's not an old man." The big pair spoke almost at the same time as me.

My heart was inexplicably moved.

I said that the corpse was not Lao Chen, judging from the laughter coming from the body bag, it was not Lao Chen's voice, and I had a feeling deep in my heart that Lao Chen could toss it, but it shouldn't hurt me.

Da Shuang had just come in from outside, how could he be sure that the body bag was not Lao Chen's?

Also, what about the bugs that he sprayed to death in one go?

I forced my doubts and said:

"If the body is dropped, it can only be dropped at Zhou Scar's house."

Seeing Dashuang nodding, I said, "Then what are you waiting for, go find Zhou Scar." ”

"No need!"

Dashuang suddenly walked to the offering table, picked up the clay pot on the table, walked to the door in a few steps, and slammed the clay pot against the threshold.

The paper didn't burn, what basin did you drop?

I want to stop it, it's too late.

The earthen pot fell apart, and something fell out of it.

I stepped forward and saw the thing clearly, and I couldn't help but be stunned.

It turned out to be a rusty carving knife.

Dashuang picked up the carving knife, took a deep breath, and said to me:

"The old man is a stele engraver, and what he wants to leave me is this carving knife."

I couldn't help but let out an "ah".

Looking at the big pair of smiling expressions, I suddenly understood.

The engraver in his mouth is by no means as simple as a simple stone factory craftsman......

Dashuang didn't say anything, but walked back to the offering table, picked up the wordless spirit card on the table, sat aside, and carved it seriously.

"Do you still have this craft?" I couldn't help but be curious.

Dashuang raised his eyes and smiled at me, but did not speak, lowered his head and continued his work.

Looking at his focused demeanor, I gradually reacted, and I vaguely understood Lao Chen's strange behavior in the past.

There are 360 lines in ancient times, and there is no shortage of skilled craftsmen in each line.

And these craftsmen in the industry are divided into two types: literary craftsmen and martial artists.

Butchers who kill pigs, shavers, dyers in cloth mills, etc., all belong to the martial arts.

The coffin and the inscription belong to the literary work.

Martial arts craftsmen are mostly yang work, while literary workers are more or less inseparable from yin affairs.

Every industry has its own exquisiteness and rules, and when it comes to shady matters, this is especially true.

As a profession that focuses on yin affairs, the engraver has inherited a rule since ancient times:

The stele was silent.

As the name suggests, everything to be said is engraved on the stele; If a craftsman talks too much, he has violated the taboo.

Therefore, most of the real inheritance of the stele carving craftsmen are silent, even if they have a lot of words, they are all talking about the short gossip of their parents, and will never say much about things in the industry.

Dare to love Lao Chen is a serious stele engraver, no wonder he is so cold and hard.

Wrong!

He passed the carving knife to Dashuang, so won't Dashuang become an engraved stele?

My day, there is enough shortage of people in the forensic profession, and Lao Chen is still poaching people? Isn't this a market rush!

After thinking about it, Dashuang had already engraved the spirit card.

Although the handwriting on it is not painted, it is already tall and elegant.

I thought he was about to put the spirit card on the tablet, but I didn't expect him to put away the carving knife and walk out with the spirit card.

That's when I realized that the rain outside had stopped at some point.

Dashuang walked into the courtyard, walked straight to the water tank in the corner, and placed the spirit card on the edge of the tank.

He looked back, sighed, and said, "Let's clean up this place." ”

Since I know the rule of 'the stele is silent', I endured many doubts and did not ask.

The strange beetles that landed in the courtyard have disappeared for some time.

I still cleaned up the stagnant water and fallen leaves in the courtyard, returned to the house, and cleaned the mourning hall again.

Suddenly, Dashuang said to me:

"Brother Xu, it's almost time, you can light the incense wax."

I nodded, struck a match, and lit the candle on the desk.

I took three sticks of incense, but it was a little difficult.

The dead bones are not in the hall, the spirit card is in the courtyard, who is this incense for?

Seeing that Dashuang didn't mean much, I thought about it, lit the incense with a candle, took the incense to the water tank in the courtyard, and bowed three times to the spiritual card on the edge of the jar.

Before the third bow could straighten up, he suddenly heard a heavy footstep outside.

As soon as I looked at the voice, I couldn't help but gasp.

A tall figure was dragging his feet towards the courtyard, this person had an old face, his facial features were quite three-dimensional but his face was expressionless, it was actually Lao Chen, who was already dead!

What makes me feel cold in my sweat pores is that there is a child next to Lao Chen.

The child was about two years old, with a dead face, and his steps were sluggish but not swaying......

This is the dead child that the woman was holding last night!

As the two approached, a gust of rain breeze swept a faint rancid smell.

When the two of them got closer, I realized that Lao Chen's exposed skin had already shown signs of corruption.

Lao Chen died.

Lao Chen is back.

He walked back on his own, and brought back a dead child......