"People are divided into three six nine classes, and those dirty things are the same." Before birth, he was a person with power and influence, and after death, he is still a ghost with power and influence. When people are alive, they are arrogant and have status and privileges. After dying, they still carry that ruthless momentum from their lifetime, so it's often not those ordinary citizens' graves that cause trouble. Ordinary people in any dynasty just want peace, and after dying, unless there is great resentment or attachment, they generally reincarnate early."

  Let's take zombies as an example. In movie themes, zombies are often seen wearing official uniforms because these people are unwilling to die. Or they can't accept that death has taken away their past glory and wealth, the noble families, who are used to intrigue and struggle, which of them doesn't have a few tricks up their sleeve? So they are the easiest to become vengeful spirits.

  This coffin is obviously from a powerful family, ancient and modern, dragons are not used by ordinary people, nor dare to use them, they are symbols of the royal family and power, secretly using them would cost their heads. Looking at the material and workmanship of this coffin, even today, it would require a lot of money to complete such a high-quality product. From these points, it's clear that our village really had a glorious history a long time ago.

  From a geographical perspective, our village is located in the Hangjiahu Plain, although it is a mountainous area, it is indeed at the junction of Zhejiang and Anhui provinces, and is situated on an important transportation route. Whether it was ancient wars or modern ones such as the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom and later the Anti-Japanese War, one can find battlefields here. If we follow history, the name of the county seat was given by Qin Shi Huang, those bronze artifacts that have been unearthed and placed in the County Museum are enough to prove that there has been a history of at least two thousand five hundred years.

  Don't look at this place as small, nestled in the mountains, but since ancient times it has been a crucial battleground for military strategists. Moreover, there are remnants of large temples and Taoist monasteries here. Anyone with some knowledge of feng shui who comes here will say that you have a real dragon here. In the past, when neighboring counties suffered from drought, they would come to our village's pond to pray for rain. The elderly said that the pond had a dragon, and over time, the place came to be known as Dragon Pond.

  Generally speaking, our village was still quite prosperous in those years. However, the people who relied on the mountain for a living began to wield their axes and clear-cut the forest under the stimulus of the market economy. As a result, during the plum rain season every year, the small stream in the village that was usually only waist-deep would become a "river", with the muddy floodwaters rushing like unbridled wild horses, sweeping through every inch of land they could pass through.

  According to Cha Wenbin and Chaozi's analysis, this thing was probably also washed away by the flood and happened to drift to Afa's house, where it was picked up by the two of them as a bridge. Not to mention that the couple is a bit wasteful, using such precious things as footboards. At that time, putting coffins and other dead people's belongings in front of their own door was a big taboo.

  Firstly, the broken big door of Ah Fa's house couldn't invite any auspicious spirits anyway. Secondly, with this thing around, even if it were a good feng shui layout for a sunny house, it would still be automatically ruined. According to Cha Wenbin's words, as long as someone continues to live in Ah Fa's house, more troubles will keep happening.

  This remark, to others, may have a component of intimidation, but Ah Fa's expression was indeed genuine. That afternoon, with the help of all the villagers, they moved everything in their home to an empty house in the village, which used to be a school, and temporarily settled down there.

  What about Zhang Wenbin? After Ah Fa had washed and cleaned up, he didn't do anything else, but gave the old woman two talismans to stick on either side of the door of their new home. The rope couldn't be untied, and they were still bound together. He also specially instructed a few things:

  Before Cha Wenbin arrived, Ah Fa's house had to be kept bright. To prevent the frequent power outages in rural areas, Ah Fa's wife also prepared some candles, which had to be lit even when the electric lights were on.

  There must be at least two sober men inside the house, standing guard on either side of Afa, working in 24-hour shifts.

  Women who have their monthly affair are not allowed to enter A Fa's room, and even his wife is no exception.

  The windows on the west side must be closed and sealed with nails and wooden strips, while all the windows on the east side should be opened to let in the fresh air for Ah Fa.

  After ordering these things, all the others, including my father, had to leave Ah Fa's empty house immediately.

  Chao Zi saw that everyone had left and asked: "Wen Bin ge, what should we do now?"

  Cha Wenbin was moving the coffin board with Dashan, preparing to move it into Afu's room. He said: "We'll be staying here tonight, you and Zhuo Xiong go buy some wine and dishes, and prepare more firewood, or else we might not be able to sleep tonight."

  This group of people is indeed ordinary, Ah Fa's empty house is now filled with food and wine. Da Shan is playing rock-paper-scissors with Chao Zi, the two are blowing saliva stars flying everywhere, and the scattered wine bottles on the ground are still spinning around.

  "Big mountain." Zhang Wenbin shouted at the guy who was waving a chicken leg, and said seriously: "Tonight you sleep in Ah Fa's bed, Chaozi and Zhuo Xiong stand by your side, remember to change into this set of clothes."

  As he spoke, Cha Wenbin threw out that set of dirty clothes that Ah Fa had just changed out of, and it was really smelly.

  Dashi's face was as ugly as it could get, no wonder Wenbin had been so good at getting him to drink. It turned out that he wasn't afraid of sleeping in that bed, but this uniform... forget it, Dashi could only take a deep breath and charge forward with the mentality of sacrificing himself to blow up the bunker. Who let him investigate Wenbin as the big boss?

  Sleeping on that bed is nothing, what's even more unexpected for Dashan is that the bed has been thickened now.

  That white coffin board that was resting on the bridge during the day is now placed on that double bed, and underneath it there isn't even a thin layer of bedding, just bare.

  Cha Wenbin patted Dashan on the back and said, "You just sleep, we'll all be here keeping watch."

  Doing this kind of thing, Dashan is naturally the only choice. Besides, sleeping on this thing, he can start snoring in two minutes. With him taking charge, ordinary things are completely useless against him. His flame is too high. Another thing is that if Cha Wenbin remembers what Dashan's true identity is, he might think he's using a jade stone as a brick.

  When night falls, another world begins to come alive. Standing outside the house, Cha Wenbin patiently burns scattered paper money, not much, but continuously burning one by one. During the day, he had checked and found that Ah Fa was not possessed, but his soul was simply gone.

  The vengeful spirit is haunting, no more than finding a substitute for death or simply venting. You use my coffin board as a bridge, not to fix you, who else? Now what Wen Bin wants to do is to tell that vengeful spirit that the soul of this person is still here, not only trampling on your coffin board but also using it as a mattress, just to deliberately provoke you.

  The position of the entrance was carefully drawn with a line, which was not an ordinary line, but made of high-quality horsehair. On the line hung a small copper bell, and the vengeful spirit had to enter through the main gate, it wouldn't climb in through the window, so this was the first line of defense. As long as it entered, Cha Wenbin was confident that he could prevent it from coming out.

  I thought I had to wait for a long time, but it turned out that this was actually a pretty ruthless character. Before long, the paper money on the ground, which had already been reduced to ashes, was blown away by a gust of wind and scattered all over the place. Cha Wenbin consciously retreated to the side, and after a moment, the horse's mane shook slightly, and a clear bell sound came, but it was soon drowned out by the roar of the mountain.

  The big mountain, who was having a beautiful dream, suddenly woke up from his dream with a start. He had dreamed that someone was strangling him with a white silk scarf. Although he was awake, his eyes could not open and his body could not move, but his consciousness was extremely clear. He could clearly hear Zhuo Xiong and Chao Zi chatting about the past events of their troops.

  Dà Shān wanted to use force to pull that white strip, but found his own body seemed to be in a stiff state. This state is commonly known as "ghost pressing bed" in folklore. However, his breathing was getting more and more urgent, but the two brothers didn't notice Dà Shān's change at all.

  In a state of emergency, Cha Wenbin flashed in through the door, without saying a word, and directly took out two willow branches to tie them on the door in an "X" shape. Then he shouted loudly: "Chaozi, Zhuo Xiong, you two don't just stand there stupidly, hurry up and splash chicken blood on him!"

  This rooster was dug out of Ah Fa's chicken coop in the afternoon, a big rooster that had been tied to the headboard with a rope by Cha Wenbin for five years.

  Chaozi heard this and quickly raised his knife, warm chicken blood spraying onto Dashan's face like a fountain.

  The big mountain's eyes suddenly opened wide and he cursed loudly: "Damn it, almost choked me to death!"

  Something even more bizarre happened next, as a drop of chicken blood suddenly appeared on the ground out of nowhere. The chicken blood was moving towards the direction of the house door, leaving behind a trail of crimson stains.

  "Come in? Don't think about leaving!"

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