When we arrived at Jiang Changhai's house, many villagers gathered at the door of the house, pointing at the mourning shed set up in the yard. Many of them looked frightened, and some even kept saying that it was haunted.

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After the old village chief glared at the gossiping villagers, he asked me to go and see what was going on.

When I saw the black coffin placed under the funeral shed, I couldn't help but twitch at the corner of my eye.

Why does this coffin look so similar to the old coffin at home?

Although the appearance of the coffins is mostly the same, the coffin under the funeral shed is at least 80% similar to the coffin in my house, whether it is the small cracks on the top or the holes in the corners of the coffin, which is a bit strange.

Bar!

At the beginning of the year, Jiang Changhai's drunkard father came to my house and wanted to buy my old coffin at a huge price. Grandpa drove him out of the house with a kitchen knife. Could it be that the drunkard was attracted by the appearance of my old coffin?

, specially found someone to build this coffin?

It shouldn’t be!

Jiang Changhai's family's financial conditions were not very good before, but at the beginning of the year, his alcoholic father seemed to have made a lot of money outside. If he wanted to buy a coffin, what kind of coffin couldn't be bought? Why do he have to use such an old one?

Old coffin?

I was puzzled, and approached the old coffin under the funeral shed. I frowned at the scattered coffin poles and ropes. The eight sturdy coffin bearers were all smoking outside the funeral shed.

They were all muttering in a low voice with solemn expressions.

After walking around the coffin, I stretched out my finger and lightly wiped it on the coffin. The black paint on it seemed to have not dried yet. I put it to my nose and smelled it, and there was a familiar faint pungent smell.

odor.

On the 15th day of every lunar month, I paint my house with black paint made from something I don’t know, and it smells like this!

At the same time, the moment my fingers touched the coffin, I could still feel a slight tingling sensation of coldness.

Since I have been sick since I was a child, my grandfather said that my constitution is relatively weak and I am more sensitive to certain evil spirits than normal people. To put it simply, people like me are more likely to cause trouble when walking at night in remote places.

Since I have dirty things on my body, my grandfather repeatedly told me not to go near cemeteries, hospitals and other places with strong negative energy after dark. I have always followed this rule.

Now Jiang Changhai and his alcoholic father don't want to leave. He seems to have a lot of resentment. I don't know if the methods my grandfather taught me to send spiritual earth are of any use!

I took a deep breath and took out a bundle of red rope as thick as chopsticks from my grandfather’s backpack. There were nine copper coins on the red rope. I called Jiang Changhai outside the funeral shed to come over and help me. I tied the red rope with nine copper coins on it.

The top of the coffin is painted black.

Jiang Changhai seemed a little reluctant and hesitated as if he had some taboo.

The old village chief was so angry that he slapped Jiang Changhai on the head and cursed loudly: "He is your father, can he still harm you? Listen to Yang Wazi, go quickly!"

Jiang Changhai walked into the coffin with a grimace, took one end of the red rope, carefully tied the black coffin according to my instructions, and tied a knot on the coffin lid with trembling hands.

Jiang Changhai's cautious move made me feel a little weird again.

This guy seemed to be very afraid of the black coffin. He felt that the person lying in the coffin was not his father, but more like a monster that frightened him.

After doing all this, Jiang Changhai walked out of the coffin quickly, as if he didn't want to stay next to the coffin for a moment!

I shook my head, without thinking much, and took out four thin incense sticks from my backpack, inserted them into the gaps in the four corners of the coffin, lit them, and waited quietly.

When the four sticks of incense were completely burned out, I breathed a sigh of relief, nodded to the old village chief and said we were ready to go.

The old village chief hurriedly greeted the eight sturdy coffin bearers. This time, the coffin was lifted smoothly without any accidents. Watching the coffin bearers carry the coffin out of the courtyard gate, I wanted to go home, but was stopped by Jiang.

Changhai stopped me and begged me to follow him to the back mountain. He was worried that something might go wrong along the way. The old village chief also helped to persuade me, so I had no choice but to follow the funeral procession to the back mountain.

The back mountain is less than three miles away from our village. There are tombs under the mountainside. People who passed away in the surrounding villages are buried there.

Although it was only ten minutes away at most, and although these eight sturdy coffin bearers were all veterans, and they all knew the rules of not letting the coffin fall to the ground while carrying the coffin, I still explained it seriously. If someone couldn't hold on,

Be sure to tell them in advance that someone in the funeral procession will be carrying a bench. If the coffin bearer cannot hold it any longer, the bench can be placed under the coffin to allow the coffin bearer to rest.

There were no problems in the first half of the journey. When they were still a few hundred meters away from the back mountain, the eight coffin bearers staggered in unison. Some people made muffled noises, while others yelled that they couldn't hold on any longer.

There was a bang, and before the people next to him could stuff the bench under the coffin, the black lacquered coffin suddenly fell to the ground.

The old village chief cursed anxiously, but it was of no use at this time. The coffin bearers grinned and rubbed their shoulders, shouting that the coffin suddenly seemed to be two or three times heavier, and there was no time at all.

Say hello in advance.

After watching the coffin fall to the ground, I was a little confused. I stared at the coffin and felt an inexplicable chill behind me.

At this time, the red rope had broken and nine copper coins were scattered on the ground. This is not a good sign!

Grandpa said that this red rope with nine copper coins is a kind of 'fairy binding rope', which can bind evil and dirty things. If breaking does not work, it means that you have encountered some more fierce dirty things.

Got it!

However, what is in the coffin is Jiang Changhai’s alcoholic father, who just passed away this morning, how could it be possible...

Um?

At this time, I found that something was wrong with Jiang Changhai's expression. He was strange, with a little fear, and no trace of sadness. But after noticing my gaze, Jiang Changhai suddenly had a sad look on his face, and howled loudly.

Weeping and kneeling in front of the coffin, crying for his father to go on the road in peace and stop messing around!

The more I think about it, the more something is wrong. I always feel that what is in this coffin is not Jiang Changhai’s alcoholic father!

The old village chief walked over quickly and said eagerly: "Jiang Yang, think of a way quickly. Once the coffin lands, we can't bury Chang Hai's father here, right?"


Chapter completed!