Chapter 8 Sunset Ghost Coffin

Chapter 8 Sunset Ghost Coffin

At this moment, Qi Tiezui felt cold all over, and time seemed to freeze. Seeing that the child slowly penetrated his hand into the whistle hole, his entire arm soon sank, and the soju on his body quickly evaporated due to the rise in body temperature, and water mist appeared.

There was no sound around, Qi Tie's mouth did not even dare to let out the atmosphere, the sweat on his hands was soaked with hemp rope carrying the gong.

In these few minutes, it seemed like a few hours. Suddenly, the child's face changed and it seemed that he had touched something. Almost instantly, he started shaking. Looking up at Zhang Qishan.

Zhang Qishan stood up and stared at him tightly. Seeing the child's other hand began to gesture a few fingers, Zhang Qishan immediately shook his head. Although the child was pale and very scared, he never took his hand out.

Qi Tiezui's heart almost jumped to his chest. He kept praying in his heart that it would be a false alarm, but now it seems that his inference is correct. There is indeed a difference in the coffin, but he can't understand what the child touched. There is no way of knowing what the Zhang family means.

The children of the Zhang family, I heard from the Buddha several times before, saying that in the Northeast Clan Building, the training for the children of the Zhang family is very strict. Most of the children's emotions have disappeared, but the generation born in Changsha is the same. Strict training, but the mentality is much weaker.

Qi Tiezui knew the faces of people, and at a glance, he knew that Lord Buddha said that he had many reservations about the past, but he should still feel inspired by what the child said. However, Qi Tiezui believes that children should be weak. If there is a child who has been calm and strange since childhood, the life of this child will probably be miserable without knowing it.

Even if the Zhang family is a so-called weak child, he has heard about the ferocity on the battlefield. Although this child is young, it is definitely not a fuel-efficient lamp.

Zhang Qishan looked at the child's continued fingering, his face darkened, and he made a gesture. Qi Tiezui probably understood this gesture and asked the child to take out his hand. The child trembled but showed a stubborn expression. It seems to continue.

Qi Tiezui's mind turned quickly, and his heart said what you are communicating with. It is the creepy thing the child touched that made him extremely scared. Zhang Qishan asked him to pull out his hand and change himself, but he did not want to let Buddha take risks. ? Almost at the moment Qi Tiezui was thinking about it, the child suddenly shook his whole body and called out. Then he saw his entire shoulder slam into the whistle hole, seeming to be dragged in by a huge force. He pressed the coffin body firmly with his other hand and wanted to pull his hand out. But the power in the coffin was so great that he couldn't help it. In an instant, half of his shoulder was dragged in, and he could hear the sound of his entire shoulder being squeezed.

The severe pain caused the soldier to scream. Zhang Qishan jumped onto the coffin, supported the child's neck, lifted it hard, the blood vessels on his hand bulged out, and pulled the child out half a foot, and he saw a rash on the child's arm. Climbing to his shoulders, Zhang Qishan screamed: "Fortune teller!"

Qi Tiezui was completely dumbfounded, and was startled by the big drink, the gong in his hand fell to the ground, and there was a loud noise, and the horse beside him raised his foot and ran forward. In an instant, Qi Tie's mouth was blank, and he only listened to the metal rubbing sound of the pipa scissors and the heart-piercing scream of the child.

The sound of gongs kept reminiscing in his ears. After the blankness in front of him faded, there were blood in the coffin and the medical officer rushing up. Qi Tiezui rolled his eyes and almost fainted.

"Baye!" Before he could come back, the gong was stuffed into his hand by the adjutant, and the horse on one side also took it back and buckled the button. Zhang Qishan threw off his shirt and squatted on the coffin where the child had just squatted, and put his left hand between the pipa scissors.

Again? Qi Tiezui trembled all over, almost about to kneel down, Zhang Qishan's voice was very calm, not at all like yelling at me just now: "Old Ba, look at me."

Qi Tiezui raised his eyes, Zhang Qishan had already taken out the severed hand, his entire hand was stained red with blood, he threw the severed hand to the medical officer, and then fiercely inserted his hand into the whistle hole. Qi Tiezui's mind was blank, and the bloody smell of his nose made him vomit almost immediately. Fearing that his hands were soft and the gong fell to the ground, he firmly grasped the gong and didn't let himself get angry.

Seeing Zhang Qishan's body shook violently, he seemed to have touched something, but he was not at all afraid, his face was gloomy, and he didn't know if it was an illusion. Qi Tiezui saw his neck and chest and wiped a few dark red The line seems to be the blood in the blood vessels in the body being brought out by the alcohol. Then Zhang Qishan's entire arm squeezed into the coffin by himself. No one heard any sound, but he could feel the force of the twist. Then, Zhang Qishan slowly pulled out his hand and held it in his hand. Holding one thing.

His hands are full of dark things. I don't know if it is blood or the filth in the coffin. I can see him put that thing in the sunset and look at it.