Ma Ye, who was walking in front of them, also changed his expression when he heard the communication between Gao Ge and Zhang Jian.

He turned his face, looked at Gao Ge, and pointed to the wooden house again.

"The coffin is placed inside."

"I know." Gao Ge nodded.

Mr. Ma whispered: "Then do we need to make some preparations?"

Ge Chunrong couldn't help asking, "Then tell me, what should we prepare?"

"Well...such as talisman paper? And glutinous rice ink thread, etc." said Ma Ye.

"It's feasible. We are all just immortal cultivators, not Taoist priests." Ge Chunrong couldn't laugh or cry, and was almost defeated by Ma Ye's brain circuit.

Mr. Ma sighed, and it seemed that he felt that Gao Ge and others were a little unreliable.

Gao Ge was unwilling to explain anything to him, just urging him to get faster.

When he arrived in the wooden house, Ma Ye and the two young men following him stopped, looked out of sight, and whispered to Gao Ge: "Well, Mr. Gao, are we waiting for you outside?"

Looking at Ma Ye's fearful look, Gao Ge was too lazy to make things difficult for him, so he nodded and walked in with Ge Chunrong and Zhang Jian.

The small wooden house is not large in size, there is a coffin inside. Mr. Ma still said outside: "Mr. Gao, this coffin is really heavy. We have almost seven or eight people carried it over."

He sang and laughed.

These people are quite brave.

He actually dared to touch this coffin.

Although Ma Ye was still standing outside at this time, he seemed to have guessed what Gao Ge thought, and said helplessly: "We are also afraid. If we ignore it, the coffin is sunburned, what if it is corpse?"

"..." Gao Ge couldn't laugh or cry.

This Ma Master is really quite thoughtful.

However, such concerns make sense, especially those who are older than Ma, may care more about these things.

"Mr. Gao, there is indeed something wrong with this coffin," said Zhang Jian.

Gao Ge glanced at him, his eyes were simply too complicated.

Even if you are a fool, you can tell if there is something wrong with the coffin placed in this wooden house?

This is a coffin with a common color. What's even more terrifying is that the red paint on the coffin looks like it was just painted.

In addition, Gao Ge also realized that the stench he and others smelled when they approached the cabin was also emitted from this coffin.

"Gaoge, what should I do?" Ge Chunrong asked.

"Open the coffin." Gao Ge said.

"Ah?" Ge Chunrong was surprised.

"Otherwise?" Gao Ge said with a smile, "We are not masters. What else can we do besides opening the coffin to find out? Not to mention whether this is a zombie fraud, even if it is a zombie fraud, so what if it is a ghost king?"

Ge Chunrong thought about it and thought that what Gao Ge said made sense, so he had no objection.

Gao Ge walked forward two steps and stood next to the coffin and could feel a chill.

This is what is called Yin Qi.

And Yin Qi and evil Qi are different.

"Please carry this coffin out first." Gao Ge said in a deep voice.

"good."

This little thing naturally doesn't need Gao Ge to do it himself.

The existence of Ge Chunrong and Zhang Jian is the horse-boy who Gao Ge sent at will.

The two of them, one of them raised their heads, carried the coffin out directly.

Mr. Ma, who was still guarding outside, turned green at that time.

Fuck.

I was just scared, so I kept standing outside, but I really couldn't hide. Did you even get it done?

It is a blessing or not a disaster, it is a disaster that cannot be avoided.

This is the most intuitive feeling.

Want to cry!

"Mr. Gao, what do you mean?" Although Ma Ye didn't dare to whisper with Gao Ge, he couldn't help but come up and ask when he saw such a move.

Gao Ge glanced at him, raised his eyebrows, and said, "What do you mean?"

"Why do you move this coffin out?"

Gao Ge thought about it and said seriously: "The light inside is not good."

"..." Mr. Ma thought about it and was speechless. It seemed that there was no problem with this statement.

You can't volunteer and ask yourself to stand beside you and call lanterns, right?

He felt that he still didn't have the courage.

So, let Gao Ge do it.

Just be happy...

"How is it, Mr. Ma, you can open this coffin?" Gao Ge waved at Mr. Ma and said.

Mr. Ma couldn't help but shivered.

What a joke, this is not a ribbon-cutting certificate!

"You'd better come." Mr. Ma smiled and quickly took a few steps back, his face full of fear.

Gao Ge did not make things difficult for him.

He felt that if it weren't for the fact that he was the head of Hongyu Village, he would probably have the idea of ​​flashing his head first.

Gao Ge stretched out his hand and slapped the coffin. Suddenly, a layer of yin energy that appeared outside the coffin was shattered instantly.

The coffin lid above suddenly loosened a lot.

Gao Ge put his hand on it, turned his face and looked at Ge Chunrong, and asked, "You said, do you have to recite a slogan when opening the coffin?"

Ge Chunrong thought for a while and whispered: "Based on the mouse with a sword?"

He laughed loudly, turned his face, and his expression became serious, and he shouted:

"Mahua Teng is my father!"

With a "boom", the coffin lid was lifted out, rotated several times in the air, and hit the ground hard.

The movements are simple and crude.

It’s not because Gao Ge has no awe for the people in the coffin, but because the coffin came to him and obviously wanted to cause trouble. Since this is the case, there is no need for Gao Ge to be polite to the other party.

"Huh?" Gao Ge was in a bad mood when he saw the corpse in the coffin.

Zhang Jian and Ge Chunrong also hurried over, glanced at them, and frowned.

A foul smell spread in the air, and Ma Ye and others also took two steps back.

"Mr. Gao, what's going on?" Mr. Ma asked, pinching his nose, "This corpse gas will not cause us to be poisoned by corpse, right?"

At such a young age, Gao Ge couldn't understand why Ma Ye is so brave.

"You'll know if you come here and take a look?"

"Ha?" Mr. Ma thought for a while, and saw that Gao Ge and others were still standing like nothing, and he felt no discomfort. Again, he grabbed the two young people behind him, strengthened their courage, and walked forward.

He stretched his head and just looked into the coffin, and was stunned.

"This...is this a big tiger?"

Mr. Ma's voice was trembling nervously.

There were maggots squirming on the corpse, and they were covered in white. But this was also the most surprising place. Although the temperature here was good, the big tiger had not been missing for too long. Even if it died at the moment of its disappearance, it would not be possible, it would rot so quickly, right?
Chapter completed!