The director turned his head, looked at Secretary Wang with a new look, and said slightly teasingly:
"Secretary Wang, you are really getting better and better at handling things now. I admire you."
"By the way, the fat man came to collect the money yesterday. Did you give it to him?"
Secretary Wang nodded, "Yes, one hundred thousand yuan is still affordable for me. Compared with ruining my career, this one hundred thousand yuan is well spent."
The director curled his lips and muttered in a low voice: "What a fool."
Then he shook his head and continued: "Forget it, let's just watch the show."
"I would like to see what new tricks he can play today on the ancient coffin that he tried every means to prevent us from salvaging."
"You're talking about corpse evil. It's really a lie. You don't have a draft."
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At the same time, by the river, Zhang Hao had drawn the spell and held it in his hand. He shook his wrist suddenly, and a burst of white smoke suddenly appeared from the talisman and it spontaneously ignited.
There are words in Zhang Hao's mouth: "The law of heaven is clear, the law of earth is spirited, the true spirit is looking down, and the passage reaches nine days. It's a thousand dimensions, and the same life will last forever. I capture the little devil now, the gods help me! The water god returns to his throne!"
After saying this, he threw the burning talisman into the bucket containing the black dog's blood.
As soon as the talisman paper came into contact with the black dog's blood, the barrel burst into flames.
You know, it is impossible for ordinary people to ignite black dog blood.
The reason why Zhang Hao was able to ignite it was because he ignited the blood energy in the blood to anger the Ten Corpses at the bottom of the river.
Then, Zhang Hao poured the incense ashes Fatty Wang collected last night into the fire, and the red flame suddenly glowed with golden-red light.
Then he grabbed the black donkey's hoof on the table, hung it on his waist like a belt, and walked to the bamboo raft with the bucket.
Fatty Wang looked at him beside the bamboo raft and asked after a while: "Brother Zhang Hao, can I go with you?"
Zhang Hao shook his head and said: "Forget it this time, just watch from the shore."
"The Ten Corpses at the bottom of the river are a bit difficult to deal with. I may not have time to take care of you."
Fatty Wang nodded and handed the bamboo pole to Zhang Hao.
Zhang Hao took the bamboo pole, put the still flaming barrel on the bamboo raft, and rowed towards the center of the river.
In less than ten minutes, Zhang Hao arrived at the location of Zhenjiang's ancient coffin.
He did not rush to retrieve the body, but scattered all the black dog's blood in the bucket into the river.
As soon as the black dog's blood entered the river, a golden red flame suddenly ignited, like a sea of fire slowly burning on the river surface.
When the villagers saw this scene, they thought it was the appearance of gods or the sacrifices had an effect. They knelt down and worshiped by the river and shouted:
"Ask the Water Dragon King to appear!"
"Please bless the Water Dragon King!"
The villagers who were dubious about Zhang Hao before were now completely convinced.
They had offered sacrifices many times, but had never seen anything like this.
The village chief looked excitedly at Zhang Hao on the river and in the flames and said: "Mr. Yin Yang really has great supernatural powers! Our Sanjiashan Village finally has hope!"
"This broken coffin has affected us for so many years, and today we can finally solve this problem!"
"Mr. Yin and Yang said that there are ten corpse evil spirits in the river that affect us, change the feng shui, and harm people in the water. It is not the problem of the coffin!"
"No matter what it is, after today we people in Sanjiashan Village can finally live in peace of mind and no longer have to worry about being dragged into the water by unclean things."
"Mr. Yin Yang has been very kind to our Sanjiashan Village!"
On the riverside, Chen Wenjin was shocked when she saw Zhang Hao on the river had done something to cause a fire on the river.
"What's going on? Gas or something else?"
Dapeng next to him also looked confused, "I went to see it yesterday and the bucket was filled with black dog blood. But I remember that blood shouldn't burn?"
"How did he do it?"
Chen Wenjin looked at Dapeng in surprise, "You still went to see it?"
Dapeng nodded and said: "The village was very lively yesterday, and we were preparing for today's sacrifice all night."
"And there are really some people who were born in the year of Dragon and Snake in Sanjiashan Village. I just came from the village and heard some news."
Chen Wenjin turned to look at the river, full of confusion: "These people, hey"
She shook her head and looked at Jiang Mian again and asked: "Are you sure it's black dog blood? What's going on with this flame? It's so unscientific!"
Dapeng nodded in agreement and said: "Yes, I am almost confused by this Mr. Yin and Yang. Do you think he is doing tricks?"
Chen Wenjin's eyes flashed with uncertainty and she didn't speak for a while.
"Jugglers? Do you think ordinary magicians will do this job of fishing out corpses?" Chen Wenjin asked with some doubts.
She changed the topic and suddenly asked: "Have there been any results from the autopsies of Jiang Sheng and Ma Tao?"
Dapeng responded: "Not yet. I heard that the Second Branch of the Ministry of National Security expects to issue a report this afternoon."
"This is already very efficient."
"Perhaps the autopsy report can give us some clues." Chen Wenjin said thoughtfully, "Dapeng, what is your zodiac sign?"
Dapeng was stunned for a moment and said with a smile: "I am a tiger. Captain Chen, you are not also affected by the words of Mr. Yin and Yang, are you?"
Chen Wenjin glanced at him sideways, "Some things, it's better to believe a little than not believe at all. It's always right to have multiple opinions."
She added: "Thinking about what happened when the ancient coffin was salvaged yesterday, doesn't it mean something?"
Dapeng smiled helplessly, "That's true, but I can't believe Mr. Yin Yang's story. Maybe Ma Tao encountered a backwater lump and couldn't get out. This is just an accident."
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Chen Wenjin had no intention of arguing, and moved her eyes to the sparkling river again.
At this moment, Zhang Hao had poured the black dog's blood into the river. In an instant, the river was illuminated by a golden red fire, as if the light of Buddha was shining on the world.
There was still some black dog blood left, so Zhang Hao took out the underworld weapon and the rope to bind the corpse, soaked it in the blood, and after it was fully absorbed, he swung it towards the river.
This corpse-tying rope was actually five meters long!
Its weight is also extraordinary, and it is very easy for people to swing it. However, Zhang Hao danced it with great success, which showed that he was extremely powerful.
The blood of the black dog combined with the ashes of the acacia incense attached to the corpse rope, instantly turning it into a blazing chain of fire.
After Zhang Hao waved a few times, he suddenly exerted force on his wrist and threw the corpse rope heavily into the water, aiming directly at the ancient Zhenjiang coffin at the bottom of the river.
What's amazing is that the flames on the ropes that tied the bodies are still burning brightly under the water, with no tendency to go out. Everyone on the river bank witnessed this scene through telescopes, and they were all shocked.
The corpse rope in the water was actually wrapped in golden-red flames, like a fire dragon writhing in the water.
This scene made everyone's eyes widen in disbelief.
As the saying goes, fire and water are incompatible, but how to explain the scene before us?
The rope that tied the corpse was five meters long, but the water depth in the Yangtze River Basin in Sanjiashan was more than 80 meters.
Trying to use this corpse rope to touch the ancient coffin at the bottom of the river is tantamount to wishful thinking.
What's more, it's impossible for Zhang Hao to carry a 100-meter-long corpse rope.
In ancient times, even those who fished for corpses would not carry too long tools. They would either go into the water themselves or use other special methods.
At this moment, Zhang Hao hung the corpse rope above the ancient coffin in Zhenjiang.
The distance between the two is about eighty meters.
Logically speaking, within this distance, the corpse rope cannot touch the Zhenjiang ancient coffin.
However, as a dead weapon, the corpse rope cannot be compared with ordinary ropes.
Just when Zhang Hao felt that the rope was fully deployed in the water, he took out his writing brush with one hand, held the rope tightly with the other hand, and quickly drew three circles in the air.
Afterwards, he dipped his brush in the black dog's blood, drew a mysterious symbol on the corpse rope, and muttered something.
"Above and below the river, forget the yin and yang of the river."
"The ghosts pardon the spirits, and the underworld will be the underworld!"
"Take the chains of the gods and trap the souls of hundreds of ghosts!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Hao slapped the rope on the corpse and shouted loudly at the same time.
"Corpse!"
"Wear it!"
At the same time, Zhang Hao opened his yin and yang eyes and saw the flames on the ropes that tied the corpse suddenly rushing downwards.
The rope that originally bound the body was only five meters long, but the golden-red flames gradually extended to ten, twenty, and finally more than eighty meters.
However, although this eighty-meter-long flame looks like a long rope, it has no physical form.
The corpse rope in Zhang Hao's hand shone with light, and the symbols on it were looming in the golden-red flames.
As the underwater flames extend, the color of the symbol gradually fades.
When the long flame rope touches the ancient Zhenjiang coffin at the bottom of the river, the symbol is almost imperceptible.
As soon as the golden-red flame touched the Zhenjiang ancient coffin, it instantly surrounded it and burned fiercely.
After a while, the Zhenjiang ancient coffin suddenly began to shake and tremble, and the corpse wax above the coffin gradually melted.
At the same time, the originally calm river surface suddenly burst into waves.
When everyone saw this, their expressions suddenly changed, and they all took two steps back, fearing that they would be swept into the river by the big waves.
The villagers in Sanjiashan also retreated more than fifty meters before stopping, and then they started talking.
"Look! Mr. Yin Yang is starting to exert his strength! He must have found the corpse!"
"Yes, I heard from Mr. Wang that someone raised ten corpses and placed them in this ancient coffin to absorb our luck!"
"Who is so cruel?"
"Who knows? But today Mr. Yin Yang is finally going to help us get rid of this scourge!"
At this time, the villagers in Sanjiashan were all watching the river attentively.
The river water was churning like a boiling kettle, and suddenly there was an explosion around the bamboo raft.
Countless water splashes rose into the sky, setting off huge waves!
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
After the people on the river bank felt a sense of coolness, the river water fell on the bank like drizzle, so people retreated some distance again.
At this moment, Zhang Hao's eyes had turned gray-white, and the ancient Zhenjiang coffin at the bottom of the river was reflected in his pupils.
The corpse wax in the ancient coffin did not completely dissolve, but only a small part melted.
And Zhang Hao was controlling the flames on the rope to tie the corpse, carefully carving an outline on the ancient coffin.
This outline is exactly one of the ten corpses.
The best way to deal with the Ten Corpses is to defeat them one by one, otherwise it will be very difficult.
These ten corpses have indeed been hiding deep in the river for many years. If the rumors about the longevity of the Yangtze River are true, then they have been lurking for at least ten years. During these long years, they have quietly absorbed the luck of many villagers in Sanjiashan Village and accumulated astonishing strength. Their strength must not be underestimated.
As the corpse wax gradually melted, when the flames of the corpse rope completely melted the corpse wax on the first corpse, the corpse suddenly opened its eyes. Its face was blue-black, covered with stains left by algae and fish and shrimp, and its dull eyes stared directly at Zhang Hao on the water. Although they were more than eighty meters apart, those eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the darkness and look directly into Zhang Hao's soul, which was terrifying.
However, Zhang Hao just smiled slightly, looked at the corpse in the water, and said disdainfully: "If you all come together, I might still have some concerns. But if you are the only one, what's the point of fear?" After that, he suddenly shook his head. Shaking the corpse rope in his hand, he muttered something: "Above and below the river, forget the yin and yang of the river. The ghost officials forgive the souls, and the underworld is the underworld! Take the chains of the gods and trap the souls of hundreds of ghosts! Continue my yang energy and extend the power of the gods' rope. ! ”
At this time, the flames on the corpse rope had tightly wrapped around the corpse. Zhang Hao's eyes flashed, his brows furrowed, and he shouted: "Tie up the corpse with a rope! Stop!"
Following Zhang Hao's command, the flames released by the corpse rope instantly wrapped the body tightly. However, although the body was enveloped in flames, it could not be successfully exhumed. This is not because the corpse wax in the Zhenjiang ancient coffin is hard. In fact, at this moment, the corpse wax on Shisha's body is almost gone.
The main reason for this situation is that although one of the Ten Corpses has been successfully unearthed, they have not been completely separated. The evil energy condensed by the ten corpse evil spirits is as powerful as ten huge magnets, tightly connecting them. To completely separate them, greater force must be applied.
However, Zhang Hao's actions have completely angered the Ten Corpses in Zhenjiang Ancient Coffin. The remaining nine corpses still wrapped in corpse wax actually opened their eyes at the same moment. The water level on the river suddenly rose and spread rapidly to both sides of the river. This scene horrified the villagers and archaeological team members present.
"Did Mr. Yin Yang anger the Ten Corpses?" Someone whispered.
"Can Mr. Yin Yang deal with these zombies? What if we suffer disaster?" People's worries kept rising.
The village chief of Sanjiashan Village was also at his wits' end at this moment. He originally thought that Mr. Yin and Yang could easily deal with these zombies, but he did not expect that the situation would be so difficult. He took a deep breath, looked at Zhang Hao on the river, then turned to the villagers and said: "We must believe in Mr. Yin and Yang! He has saved me before, and he will definitely be able to solve this problem."
In Zhang Hao's yin and yang eyes, he noticed that all the zombies had awakened, and he secretly screamed that something was wrong. He had already known that the Ten Corpses were about to awaken, but he did not expect that the situation would be more complicated than he expected. These evil spirits turned out to be transformed from the energy of nearby villagers. The situation was similar to that of Fengmen Village, but more troublesome.
Zhang Hao fell into deep thought. If he forcibly separated the corpse, he might hurt innocent people. After thinking for a moment, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, "Since you have set up such a feng shui tactic, don't blame me for being ruthless."
After saying this, Zhang Hao jerked his arm, and the rope that bound the body instantly returned to his hand.
The flames drove Zhenjiang's ancient coffins to float slightly, the dragon energy was released, the sky suddenly changed, and thunder rumbled. Zhang Hao did not let the ancient coffin leave the river's eye. He just lifted it slightly and dug out all the corpses in the coffin.
At this moment, a dragon-like thunder pierced the sky, and the sound of "Boom!" was deafening. (End of chapter)