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Seeing that it was still early to eat, Ding Ermiao asked Hou Baolai to prepare hot water and clean clothes, and planned to take a bath, put some ointment on the wound, and re-bandage it.

The current Hou Baolai treats Ding Ermiao like a god, and immediately takes action to find clothes for Ding Ermiao.

Fortunately, Hou Baolai's figure is about the same as Ding Ermiao, and the clothes he finds can be worn.

After taking a bath, Ding Ermiao felt a lot more comfortable, and he became energetic, no longer the beggar with a depressed expression before.

Lunch was also just served, and everyone respectfully invited Ding Ermiao to sit down. Relatives and friends of the Hou family accompanied several elders in the village.

And the big rat has been tied to Ding Ermiao with a corpse whip and taken with him.

After a free drink, under the influence of alcohol, the pain on Ding Ermiao's leg was also alleviated a lot.

"Brother Ding, when are we going to go to the cemetery?" After the meal, Hou Baolai asked.

At the banquet, Hou Baolai asked Ding Ermiao's name, so now he doesn't call him little brother, but Ding brother.

The sun was blazing outside the door, and the heat wave was pressing.

Ding Ermiao waved his hand and said, "Set off at four o'clock in the afternoon, you prepare some wine and food, and pay homage to your old lady by the way." Call a few more people, and bring shovels and pickaxes, some gasoline and some dry firewood......"

"What are you bringing those for?" Hou Baolai was stunned.

"Just in case, maybe it will work." Ding Ermiao said lightly.

"Okay, okay, I'll go and prepare." Hou Baolai nodded hurriedly.

"By the way, find another bedroom and I'll get some sleep." Ding Ermiao said.

"Come upstairs with me, it's quiet upstairs." Hou Baolai took Ding Ermiao, went up to the second floor, and pushed open the bedroom door.

Ding Ermiao was about to go to sleep, but the phone rang. When I opened it, it was Wan Shugao calling.

It turned out that Wan Shugao, Ji Jiuye and others had already returned home, and when they saw Ding Ermiao's message on the door, they hurriedly called to ask about the situation.

After chatting for a few words and talking about the situation here, Ding Ermiao hung up the phone and took a nap.

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At four o'clock in the afternoon, Hou Baolai cautiously woke up Ding Ermiao, said that the time was up, and urged him to leave.

Ding Ermiao got up, washed his face, and ordered to go.

The people in the village who watched the excitement and the relatives and friends of the Hou family, hulala came dozens of people, and they all had to go up the mountain together.

Hou Baolai knew that Ding Ermiao was inconvenient to walk, so he arranged a small bamboo sedan chair in advance.

This kind of bamboo sedan chair is a traditional tool of Xiaoliangshan, and the structure is very simple, that is, two bamboos, and a net pocket in the middle.

Ding Ermiao was also not polite, sat on the sedan chair, let the two big men carry the sedan chair, and went up the mountain upside down. The big mouse was also stained, and sat in a sedan chair with Ding Ermiao.

After walking three or five miles in the mountains, I came to a sloping land, with high and low graves, spreading all the way.

Ding Ermiao got off the sedan chair, carried a crutch, and took the big mouse, followed Hou Baolai, and came to the grave of the old lady Hou.

This is an ordinary earthen tomb, no seals, no trees, no tombstones. Because it had been several months, the grass on the grave was green.

The big mouse knelt in front of the grave, his eyes full of sadness. The onlookers were all embarrassed......

Walking to the back of the grave, Ding Ermiao used the cane in his hand to open the messy grass, and a hole with a large bowl mouth appeared in front of everyone.

Ding Ermiao untied the umbrella from behind, approached the entrance of the cave with the compass of the umbrella handle, only glanced at it, and then took it back.

"How's it going, Brother Ding?" Hou Baolai asked nervously.

"The old lady ...... in it and turned into a zombie." Ding Ermiao said.

"Ah, zombies?" All the people present were shocked and frightened.

For ordinary people, zombies only exist in legends or on TV, and now I heard that there is one lying in the grave in front of them, who is not afraid?

"No, little brother." An old man in the village who had a little knowledge stepped forward, frowned, and said, "This cemetery is an old man's land, and I haven't heard of a problem for so many years." ”

Ding Ermiao looked around and said slowly: "The cemetery is good, and in terms of feng shui, it is a good place. But Old Lady Hou turned into a zombie, but it was the reason for the big mouse. ”

"So what now?" Hou Baolai asked tremblingly.

"Open the coffin, incinerate the old lady's body, and it'll be fine." Ding Ermiao said.

The big rat crawled over, begging repeatedly, and said, "**Master, please, don't burn the body of Old Lady Hou......"

"Evil obstacles, can I let Old Lady Hou turn into a zombie and bring disaster to the world?"

Ding Ermiao sighed and said, "You can't bear to see Old Lady Hou's body corrupt, so you often go into the grave, blow on his body mouth-to-mouth, and use your own internal breath to forcibly keep Old Lady Hou's body from rotting, right?" ”

"That's right, please ** for the sake of me and Mrs. Hou's lifelong affection as brothers and sisters, let his body go." The big rat kowtowed again and again, and tears flowed out of his eyes.

"The world of man is not something that you beasts can understand. So once you cultivate to the essence, you will mess around! Ding Ermiao shook his head resolutely, waved at the villagers who came with him, and said, "Open the coffin!" ”

Under Hou Baolai's begging, several of his clan relatives finally stepped forward tremblingly and began to dig up the grave.

"With me here, there is no danger, dig with confidence." Ding Ermiao stood aside and said.

Ten minutes later, the soil on the grave was finally dug up, and a big red coffin appeared under everyone's eyes.

Ding Ermiao went around to the small head of the coffin to take a look, and sure enough, a hole with a large bowl mouth on the coffin board was gnawed by mice.

The coffin was exposed, and everyone didn't dare to do it anymore. Ding Ermiao glared and asked Hou Baolai to do it himself.

Hou Baolai had no choice but to put the shovel into the crack of the coffin and pry the iron nails at the four corners.

There was a creaking sound, and the coffin lid gradually loosened a little.

"Stop!" Ding Ermiao suddenly waved his hand and ordered Hou Baolai to stop prying.

The crowd gathered around, so frightened that they didn't dare to come out.

"Squeak ......" In the coffin, there was a tingling sound, as if the nails were scratching the coffin board.

"Mom, isn't Old Lady Hou coming out?" The faint men all retreated, trembling all over.

But these people couldn't help but look away, tiptoeing in the distance, staring intently.

Ding Ermiao trampled the big mouse under his feet, and gently put the corpse whip on the coffin, and the coffin immediately fell silent, and there was no sound.

The corpse whip really deserves its name. Before he could do anything, the zombies inside sensed the danger and immediately became honest.

"Alright, continue to pry the lid of the coffin." Ding Ermiao said.

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