Live broadcast in the funeral clothing store

That’s right, the method of burial tomb ascension has been opened again!

Who is actually operating it?

At this time, everyone looked at Zhang Qiwen. He was also confused and said, "It's not me! It's not me! It's really not me!"

Zhang Qiwen kept shaking his heads to deny it. Judging from his expression, maybe it really wasn't him.

"If it's not you, who else could it be? Cough cough!" Zhang Lai coughed.

"I just detoxified the green liquid and my body has just been able to move again. How can I have the time to do these things! What's more, I really don't understand such a mysterious method. You should ask the people in the Ye family about this!" Zhang Qiwen took advantage of the situation and pushed the spearhead towards Ye Lei and others.

"You old fox! You are really annoying. If it's not you, then it's not you. But you still blame others!" Zhang Xiaoyu said with disgust.

"You...you silly boy, why are you siding with outsiders!" Zhang Qiwen was trying to pull the strings!

"You are stupid! Who is with you? We are together!" Zhang Xiaoyu directly pulled Ye Lei and put her arm around his.

"Okay, okay! Since it wasn't those of us present who started the fight, then someone else must have started it. Be extra careful!" At this time, the sky was already slightly bright, and the tailor Sixth Grandpa reminded everyone to be on guard.

But how can we guard against this kind of thing? This law has already been implemented, and it is impossible to guard against it!

Although the five-colored pillars closed again, there was no tomb and no five generations of ancestors. Could it still be a way to bury the tomb and ascend to heaven?

Thinking of this, Sixth Grandpa Tailor quickly asked: "Did that blind Chen also tell you about this derivative sacrifice method?"

"I guess so! Not long after that incident, he taught some methods and left quietly. A few years later, some young men in the village found the letter in this old envelope at the entrance of the village!" As he said that, Zhang Lai handed the old letter that had been kept for many years to the tailor Sixth Grandpa.

There was only one word "Chen" on the envelope. The letter mainly recorded the methods of derived sacrifices and burials at midnight, which were ways to alleviate and resolve the curse.

There is only one character "Chen", and it is not certain whether it was written by the Western school's Blind Chen.

The derivative sacrifices and the birth and burial at midnight were all ways of recording in old times, and they were not uncommon. Anyone could have been the one who wrote this letter.

"Ye Fengsheng has turned into a mummy, and Zhang Qiwen has just recovered. The person who reactivated the burial ascension method that failed last time is most likely the one who wrote this letter!" The tailor Sixth Grandpa suspected the person who wrote the letter the most.

He doesn't dare to show up and passes on the method in this way. It is very likely that he is someone known to everyone in their village.

That~~~~!

The tailor Sixth Grandpa glanced at everyone present, to see who had the most suspicious look. The Zhang family members, all cursed, looked in pain, and it was difficult to observe their subtle expressions. A drop of cold sweat slid down the forehead of the tailor Sixth Grandpa.

"It's still the same question. Without the acupuncture points and the five generations of ancestors, how can I start the method of burial pit and ascension. Are you sure it's the method of burial pit and ascension? It's the feeling!" The tailor Sixth Grandpa complained in his heart.

The first ray of sunlight that swept into the village just happened to hit the lobby of the ancestral hall (the lobby where the emerald green coffins were stored for burials at midnight).

When Sixth Grandpa Tailor was pondering this problem, a flash of inspiration flashed through his mind, and he suddenly realized, "That makes sense. How could the fifth generation ancestor not be here? He is in that ancestral hall."

The tailor Sixth Grandpa muttered softly, but Ye Lei heard it carefully and said, "Although there is a fifth-generation ancestor, what about the five generations living under one roof? Where is the person who casts the spell?"

This is strange! There are no families with five generations living together in the village! How can five generations live together with this strange disease? Everyone in the surrounding villages knows about the strange disease of the Zhang family. Who would be willing to marry their daughter to them to suffer?

"Although we still don't understand what this spell does, the person who casts the spell must be found!" Grandpa Six, the tailor, got to the point.

While the two were still guessing, the sunlight had already poured in, illuminating the entire village.

A long-lost warm feeling surged into the hearts of several people. Zhang Xiaoyu stretched lazily and said, "After this is over, I must have a good sleep."

Huh~~~~!

While enjoying the morning light, a layer of white blocked the sky and it became dark!

The specially made white cloth can actually block the sunlight and make the covered area dark. I don’t quite understand this. Could it be that this cloth is not “white”?

Just as you get a taste of light, you're back to darkness again.

"Hmph~~~! You, the Ye family, should pay for the mistakes you made! Ahem!" Zhang Lai's face suddenly changed, and he walked to the side with his hands behind his back.

Without the aid of a compass, Zhang Qiwen relied on his years of experience and intuition to calculate with his fingers and said, "Sure enough, the Feng Shui treasure cave under the five-colored pillar was there! No wonder..." When he said this, Zhang Qiwen broke out in a cold sweat.

When the tailor Sixth Grandpa saw Zhang Lai's performance, he knew who cast the spell and said, "It seems that our Ye family is really facing hardships everywhere. I wonder if we can escape this time!"

As soon as the sun appeared, all the Zhang family members seemed to have returned to normal. They were divided into several groups to control Ye Lei, Zhang Qiwen and others.

"You, find the direction and light the sky lantern quickly!... Don't play any tricks. Ahem!" Zhang Lai glanced at Zhang Qiwen and said.

The reason why Zhang Qiwen was kept alive... was probably for this moment.

But it was early in the morning, and it was very difficult to accurately calculate the position of the Big Dipper to correspond to the corresponding position of the sky lanterns.

But Zhang Qiwen has a natural sense of direction and familiarity with the stars.

That's right. After a while, although he was reluctant, he still accurately aligned the position of the Big Dipper with the seven sky lanterns, and lowered them into the sky along the ropes through the white cloth.

Back then, the spell was cast in the afternoon near dusk. Although it was still daytime, the Yang energy had been greatly depleted, so it might be a good time to cast the spell. Now it is early morning and the Yang energy is about to rise. If we don’t seize the time, it will be difficult to cast the spell as the Yang energy is so strong.

Wheels, wheels! The sound of a wheelchair rolling.

Zhang Qiwen has recovered, so who still needs to sit in a wheelchair?

That’s right !

Several people got goose bumps.

Those big eyes that refused to close were almost popping out of their sockets!

Zhang Lang was pushing a tattered wheelchair, which was much more worn out than Zhang Qiwen's wheelchair. A blanket was casually draped over the person in the wheelchair.

This person is Ye Fengsheng!

The man in front of me looks exactly like Zhang Qiwen before. Although I know that they are also placed in the back room of the ancestral hall, they don’t look like four people at all, because...

Although his skin is dry, you can still see the luster with the naked eye and weak vision.

Sure enough...! These were all Zhang Lai's lies. He... was not dead! He was breathing as weakly as Zhang Qiwen before.

Since Zhang Qiwen has recovered, why did he... ?