Although the little apprentice sister is weak, she can fight

The creepy lyrics give people chills just by listening to them.

Shen Qiao frowned.

Black coffins are commonly used in funerals, but she has heard of some folk customs.

When a woman gets married, the wedding procession will have four people at the end carrying a red coffin, which means that the newlyweds will stay together for life and grow old together.

The word "coffin" sounds like "official wealth", which symbolizes that the woman has a good fate and can bring blessings and wealth to her husband's family.

However, a coffin with such a profound meaning should never have appeared on this grave mountain. Moreover, the color of the coffin was not right, it was dark brown.

Shen Qiao walked to the coffin and took a closer look, and found that the dried "red paint" on it seemed to be something like chicken blood.

The nails embedded in the edge of the coffin lid have become somewhat loose, and due to the influence of moisture, some places have cracked. If this continues, the things inside will eventually break free.

The resentful voice was still repeating, becoming increasingly sharper. Shen Qiao had no choice but to stick a talisman on the seal of the coffin to reinforce it temporarily, to prevent it from lifting the coffin lid in the event of excitement.

It would be too troublesome to fight now, let’s find the living person first.

After walking around the area for a few times, I finally found a dug pit in a forest about a hundred meters away. There was water in the pit, but if you looked closely, you could still see a half-submerged sack.

Shen Qiao subconsciously squatted down to scoop it out, but when he stretched out his hand he remembered his size. After thinking for a while, he had to use the kite as a stick and slowly pulled the sack to the edge.

The person in the sack was probably still conscious. He felt someone touching him and started to struggle wildly. "Mmmmm? Wuuuu!"

Seeing that the edge slipped away just as it was reaching, Shen Qiao's face darkened and he lowered his voice to threaten deliberately, "If you move again, I will throw you back."

This threat was obviously effective, as the people inside stopped moving.

Shen Qiao untied the mouth of the sack with his hands, and then a young man wearing the Wanshoutang uniform appeared inside.

"Hmm?" His expression obviously fell again when he saw that Shen Qiao was just a child.

Seeing his expression like this, Shen Qiao was so angry that he laughed. He cut a few ropes for him with the dagger he carried with him and stood up.

The man was still conscious. He tried to loosen the restraints on his body and quickly climbed out of the pit using his hands and feet. He also pulled out the rag stuffing in his mouth and tilted his head to make a few spats.

"Thanks, kid, but why are you so young coming to a place like this?"

Shen Qiao wiped the sparrow kite that had turned back into a bracelet and asked, "What's your name?"

"Hey, you're just a kid. You're so young, why are you talking like an adult?"

The young man was easy to talk to, especially since Shen Qiao had just saved his life. So despite his complaints, he still answered the question, "My name is He Yuan, and I just joined Wanshou Hall this year."

"Who brought you here?"

"Tsk..." He Yuan touched the back of his head, looking embarrassed. "I really don't know. I just remember someone hit me on the back of the head, and when I opened my eyes, I was in a sack."

Shen Qiao looked at him for a moment, narrowing his eyes thoughtfully. "You mean, someone knocked you out, brought you here, threw you into the puddle and left you there?"

He Yuan nodded, "Yes."

The entity is sealed. Judging from the soul level of the earthbound spirit in the coffin just now, it should not have the independent consciousness to complete these relatively complex and organized behaviors.

In other words, there should be a person playing the role of "intermediary" here.

Shen Qiao pondered for a moment, then turned around and walked back.

"Hey! What's wrong with you?"

There was no one around here. Although he was not sure whether the child in front of him was a human or a ghost, since he saved him, he should not be a bad person.

Thinking of this, the young man hurriedly took a few steps to catch up, "Hey! Slow down, you haven't told me yet, who are you? Why are you here?"

"Do you still have the strength?" Shen Qiao kept walking.

"Yes, what's wrong?" The young man scratched his head in confusion.

"Please carry the coffin down the mountain later."

The disciples of the branch hall have learned some simple moving skills, so this coffin can be moved by one person.

"Ah? Moving a coffin?" His gaze fell on Shen Qiao's face. Seeing her spotless appearance, he cautiously asked, "Is that... yours?"

Shen Qiao snorted and turned to look at him, his eyes half-smiling and half-smiling with a hint of teasing and ridicule.

"Yes, I saved you. You help me carry the coffin down the mountain, or I'll throw you back into the pit."

As soon as these frivolous words came out, Shen Qiao saw the young man's face paled a lot, and his speech became less casual and natural. "You...why don't you tell me your name? I will make sure to ask your family to burn paper money for you when I get back. Moving the grave is a big deal, and I still need to discuss it with my family...!!"

Before the young man could finish his words, the two of them suddenly heard a chopping sound coming from not far away.

"What's that sound...Hey? Where are the people?!"

He Yuan was attracted by the voice, but in the blink of an eye, the little girl who was in front of him had disappeared.

"Fuck...you're not even human???"

When Shen Qiao rushed back, he just saw a middle-aged man with a withered face holding an iron hammer to smash the nails of the coffin. If Shen Qiao had not put up the talisman earlier, the coffin would have been smashed open by him.

Shen Qiao teleported forward and caught the iron catapult that he was about to smash down with his bare hands. The man was obviously panicked when he saw that he was blocked. Feeling guilty, he let go of his hand and staggered back a few steps before falling to the ground. Before he could get up again, the tip of Shen Qiao's umbrella was already pointing at his neck.

"Who are you? Why are you opening the coffin?"

The man's eyes fell on the coffin behind Shen Qiao. He moved his throat and opened his mouth as if nervous, but did not speak.

Only then did Shen Qiao realize that the man had lost his tongue.

The man gestured anxiously.

Shen Qiao could barely understand a little bit, "Someone wants you to split the coffin?"

The man nodded.

"Do you remember what that person looked like?"

The man nodded again and gestured excitedly. As soon as he raised his hand, Shen Qiao saw his pupils shrink suddenly, and suddenly without any warning, he began to scratch his skin with his fingers, and in one go, he tore off a large piece of his facial skin.

Shen Qiao was shocked and almost reflexively moved away from Que Yuan and pressed his acupoints with one hand to temporarily stop his self-destructive behavior.

She quickly checked the man's entire body, and finally found a silk thread buried in the skin and a thumb-sized blood hole at the back of his neck. However, the silk thread had long been broken, leaving only a small end of the thread outside.

Blood hole... transparent filaments...

Is it puppet thread? Wasn't this thing lost a long time ago? Why would it appear here?

Shen Qiao's heart sank. Who would have thought that in just a moment, this man actually broke through Shen Qiao's immobilization spell at the risk of tearing his bones, raised his hand to pick up the iron catenary on the ground and swung it at Shen Qiao again.