Chapter 19: The Black Soil

Mass graves in the middle of the night.

Two bodies dangled from a crooked neck willow tree nearby.

It's a scene that would scare anyone.

Honestly, I wouldn't go anywhere near this shitholes if my boss wasn't around.

The boss took my handbag, dug out a shovel head from inside, found the steel rod and twisted it twice, and suddenly a simple engineer shovel was assembled.

When I was secretly admiring, the boss put the engineer shovel in my hand and said: "Move quickly, dig something out and let's go."

I took the shovel, a little eager to try.

Under the feet of the dead man, is there really black earth congealed with resentment?

Suddenly I turned and asked, "Boss, these two sisters will not deceive the body?"

Zhang Sanfen smiled and said, "Don't worry, I am here."

Hearing the boss's assurance, I immediately pumped up and walked quickly to the side of the crooked neck willow.

Looked up, only to find that the willow is still very big, at least two people can not come over.

Because no one pruned, the willow grew a little unrestrained, full of branches.

The willows in the north do not grow with their branches facing upward like the weeping willows in the south.

Two of the bodies were basically rotten, and one was only half of itself, with no toes to be found.

The other is relatively intact, but it's also tattered and stinky.

I looked at the sister's feet, the soil is soft, should be very easy to dig. The main thing is, this sister hanging high, without moving the body, directly standing under the excavation.

So without a word, I swung the shovel and got to work.

The soil under the crooked neck willow is wet, and it's not hard to dig. It's just that from time to time we encounter the roots of a big willow tree.

Fortunately, the engineer shovel was very sharp, and I was full of spirit, and all the deviations were cut off on the spot.

I dug up the soil along with the roots of the willow.

The strange thing is that the broken willow roots are not white, but red in color.

At first I didn't think anything of it, but soon I heard a clang, a shovel of engineers hitting something hard.

I pulled with the engineer shovel and said in surprise: "Boss! There's a coffin!"

As soon as I said this, I found that the figure of the boss obviously paused for a moment.

Then he walked quickly, glanced down the beam of his flashlight, and saw something like an iron plate.

The boss looked serious and said, "Wait, dig around a bit."

I knew something wasn't quite right, swinging the sappers' shovel at all the dirt and roots around me.

After a while, a square coffin appeared in front of us.

The coffin is an iron coffin, judging from the lid, it should be the whole body poured into one, want to open, afraid not to use a cutting machine to do.

I saw the coffin strange, could not help but knock with the engineer shovel, did not think that there was a piercing, similar to the sound of nails scratching the coffin board!

I was so scared that my face turned white that I almost didn't get out of the pit.

Zhang Sanfen put his hand on my shoulder and said; 'Don't panic!

Can I not panic?

There's a dead woman hanging over her head, an iron coffin under her feet, and the sound of her fucking fingernails scratching inside.

What if it's not a zombie trap?

Zhang Sanfen saw my face panic, calmly said: "afraid of what! The iron coffin is welded to death, even if there are zombies can not climb out."

"This scene is so panicked, what climate can it become in the future?"

As he spoke, he took the rope out of his bag and said, "Dig the dirt out of the coffin and let's get this thing out."

"Damn it, put the coffin under the dead man, or someone's trying to keep him alive!"

Dead bodies are a part of the world.

As I said before, a particular body serves a particular purpose.

There are even rumors that zombie meat can be used as medicine to prolong life after eating.

I don't know if it's true or not, but there's always some rich son of a bitch out there who wants to live a few more decades and enjoy his life.

So they have always been very willing to spend money on such things.

Money makes the world go round, not to mention people.

For money, some people can take risks and do a lot of unexpected things.

But the boss also said it was a no-no.

Whatever the purpose, if you do, it's against the rules.

The first sentence in the night shift management manual is that there are laws of the land and rules of the road.

I steady myself, use the sprocket shovel to widen the hole, and then tie the rope around one end of the coffin.

Maybe it was because I was so tired from the work that I gasped when I was breathing.

The breath was on the coffin, and there was a harsh scratching noise from inside.

I heard my scalp tingling, then reached out for the boss to pull me up.

We each carried a rope, and when we pulled it hard, we saw the coffin rise from the ground, and we pulled it out from inside.

Zhang Sanfen turned on the flashlight and carefully checked around the coffin.

"It's very new," he told me. "It should have been in the ground for no more than ten days."

"The big sister on the head hung for at least half a month, so the coffin was buried later."

After a pause, he said: "Xiao He, you go to the pit, continue to look for the black soil, see if there is."

Without another word, I jumped back in with the sappers shovel.

This time I was very smooth, stirring no two times, I dug out a handful of black resentful soil, with a strong smell of Chinese medicine.

It's the exact same thing that was in old Man Wang's bottle.

I breathed a sigh of relief and put all the black soil in the bottle I had prepared in advance and wrapped it in a red cloth.

This is also the boss's previous instructions, he said that the black soil bad luck is very heavy, ordinary people will have bad luck if they bring it with them.

Wrapping the bottle in red cloth will ward off evil spirits.

I don't know if my boss tricked me, but I'd rather believe it than not.

After packing up the things, I jumped out of the pit and said happily: "Boss, the things have been found." It's just not as much as you say, just a handful."

"If it wasn't for my sharp eyes, the black paint would have been invisible..."

Before I finished speaking, I found Zhang Sanfen with his back to me, trembling slightly against the coffin, as if he had seen something extremely horrible.

At that time my heart hair, loudly said: "Boss!"

Do you know what impression Zhang Sanfen gave me? Not afraid of the world, but also excellent professional knowledge, a skill can not be compared.

He's the most professional body collector, and he's seen more dead bodies in his life than I've ever seen alive!

What on earth could scare a boss like that? How dangerous is this thing?