RNP Chapter 93 The Cock Crow
Chapter 93 The Cock Crow
Li Zheng could roughly guess what was happening; the chicken was afraid of what was behind it.
That thing is probably blind; it's walking by its own shadow, it's stepping on its own shadow.
Every time the ghost stepped on Li Zheng's shadow, Li Zheng felt his body become heavier.
Soon, Li Zheng noticed that the rustling footsteps behind him were getting closer, almost touching his back.
That wasn't enough. In addition to the footsteps, a clear chewing sound suddenly rang in Li Zheng's ears.
He then felt a moment of dizziness and almost fell to the ground.
Li Zheng instantly lost his temper. He felt that if he didn't do something, he might die here.
So he hardened his heart and started tearing at the neck of the black chicken in his arms.
As he swallowed mouthfuls of warm chicken blood, the chilling aura surrounding him instantly subsided, and the ghost that had been clinging to his back left him.
If someone saw Li Zheng at this moment, they would probably mistake him for a vengeful ghost.
No, this appearance is even more eerie than a vengeful ghost.
Lin Tian hadn't heard the black chicken's mournful cries for a long time, and she had a very bad feeling.
Just then, Su Zixu suddenly staggered, large beads of sweat dripping from his face.
Shortly after the rooster's crow faded, the paper coffin suddenly became much heavier, forcing him to rest the head of the coffin on his shoulder.
But the weight continued to increase, and after a moment, he pressed the head of the coffin onto his back.
Lin Tian watched as Su Zixu kept changing positions, and a chill ran down his spine. "Oh no! A vengeful ghost is pressing down on the coffin!"
If the head of the coffin is crushed, either the precepts will be broken and one will stop, the coffin will fall to the ground, and evil spirits will gather and the corpse will rise on the spot.
Either forcefully resist, using human strength and magical artifacts to suppress the evil spirit on the coffin, and never disrupt the formation.
But they had neither popularity nor ritual implements, so Lin Tian didn't care about that anymore and threw handfuls of paper money at the head of the coffin.
Su Wang knew that Su Zixu was probably haunted by a ghost, but there was also a vengeful ghost behind him.
To protect himself, he did not throw money away with Lin Tian.
At this moment, it seemed as if an invisible heavy object was hovering over the top of the coffin.
A few seconds later, a dark and blurry shadow appeared in Lin Tian's field of vision. The thing was lying heavily in the center of the coffin lid.
Its shape was bloated and twisted, surrounded by a hazy, malevolent aura, pressing down on the head of the coffin.
It seemed they had made up their minds to force the procession to stop, thus cutting off the burial route.
Su Zixu was breathing rapidly, gasping for air.
In addition, he felt a cold sensation on the top of his head and a tingling sensation on his scalp, as if a cold, wet hand was pressing on the top of his head. His vision went black and he staggered.
Not only that, the ghost kept groping at Su Zixu's clothes, as if it was looking for the Bright Eyes Bottle.
Fortunately, with the paper money scattered by Lin Tian, Su Zixu was able to catch his breath for a moment each time a handful of paper money was scattered.
But soon, gray shadow ghosts gathered around Lin Tian's feet, grabbing his ankles and tentatively licking them.
"Is this the end?" Su Zixu was now only holding on by willpower.
The weight of the coffin did not allow him to free his hands to grab the eye-brightening bottle to save himself.
Suddenly, a rooster's crow shattered the deadly situation.
All four members of the team wore expressions of disbelief.
Lin Tian, in particular, was horrified by Li Zheng's audacity.
After resolving his own crisis, Li Zheng realized that he had become separated from the team.
So he suppressed his breathing, imitated the black chicken's voice, and jogged back to the back of the group.
This sound, resembling a rooster's crow, was like an invisible decree, instantly dispelling the surrounding yin energy.
The immense downward pressure from the coffin head suddenly stopped.
The blurry black figure lying on the coffin lid visibly trembled, as if startled by the sudden rooster's crow, and dared not recklessly suppress the coffin body any longer.
It obediently climbed down from the coffin lid, lay on the tips of the grass, and returned to the mist.
At the end of the coffin, the gray shadow ghost that was clinging to Lin Tian's ankle also suddenly shrank back.
They all stuck to the ground, lingering warily outside the paper money barrier, no longer daring to take another step forward.
Li Zheng imitated the crowing of a rooster, using a human to impersonate the spirit bird, thus temporarily deceiving the ghosts.
However, he also knew that this was a risky move that could cost him his life and ruin his luck. He would never have used it if he hadn't already been forced to.
Although Zhao Hu, who was at the front, couldn't see what was happening, he could imagine the scene just by listening to the noise.
Seeing that the group was temporarily safe, he was about to quicken his pace, but then he remembered the servant's instructions and changed his mind.
After leaving the grassland, the group walked along the desolate path for about ten minutes before finally seeing the sign for Fengshu Village.
There was no one guarding the place, so everyone was able to enter smoothly.
This place is less like a village and more like a huge cemetery.
Zhao Hu took out the blueprints given to him by the servant, confirmed the direction, and led the way up the slope behind the village.
According to old customs, "guide money" must be scattered before burial. Red money opens the way, and white money wards off evil spirits. It is forbidden to step on the threshold of a village house or touch the ruins.
After Lin Tian gestured for a while, Su Wang finally passed the red paper money to Zhao Hu.
Zhao Hu immediately understood. He took two steps and scattered red paper money every time. The paper money rolled up on its own when it landed.
Lin Tian then scattered white paper money behind the coffin to prevent ghosts from climbing on it.
After circling around the hillside behind the village several times, the group finally arrived at the Lou family cemetery.
This is a huge cemetery, with grave mounds scattered about and paper banners standing tall.
Zhao Hu held the spirit lamp high above the burial site and discovered that the Lou family's cemetery actually consisted of only one pit, which looked as if it had just been dug not long ago.
At this point, the four people at the front of the line were finally able to turn around, as they needed to adjust the position of the coffin for burial.
But when the four of them turned around and saw Li Zheng's appearance, they couldn't help but gasp.
Li Zheng's upper body was covered in chicken blood, and blood droplets were still dripping from the tips of his hair.
After a moment, the three of them looked away, adjusted the coffin, and then lowered the paper coffin into the burial site at a steady pace.
Just as the paper coffin touched the ground, the head of the coffin suddenly sank, and the three people were almost pulled into the pit.
Worse still, the chicken blood on the paper coffin was evaporating at a visible rate, as if it had been roasted by fire.
Wisps of black smoke rose upwards, while the coffin lid, as if soaked in water, gradually became wrinkled.
Just then, a sharp, ghostly wail came from outside the Lou family cemetery, filled with malevolent energy.
The group looked around warily, and the wailing of the graveyard ghosts grew increasingly mournful and closer to them.
There were no ghostly figures in sight, but the chilling aura was unmistakable; they were surrounded by the wild spirits of the graveyard.
Lin Tian urged softly, "Cry, cry quickly, just cry, don't make a sound."
Upon hearing this, the four of them did not hesitate and began to prepare their emotions.
When wild ghosts surround a grave, one must not force one's way in, make a fuss, or use weapons to drive them away.
Forcibly exorcising the spirits will only enrage them and cause them to devour people. The only way to break this deadlock is to cry at the grave.