Chapter 1 (1/2)

There is a custom in our place. If a person dies under the age of 50 and his body is not cremated, he must find a boy to sit at the head of the coffin until the coffin is buried.

Grandpa is a Mr. Yin and Yang. Nine times out of ten, he is invited to do white work in the surrounding villages. I have been a coffin boy several times.

As soon as I got up this morning, my mother said that Liu Degui in the village was dead.

Liu Degui is a consumptive ghost. He is in his early thirties. He is as thin as a hemp pole. He is still alone.

As soon as he died, the funeral had to be handled in the village.

They are all villagers and neighbors. After dinner, grandpa took me to help. According to the village head, it was supposed to be cremated, but Liu Degui seemed to know that he was going to die and prepared a coffin in advance. He could only do as he wished.

For burial, there must be a coffin boy. Grandpa took Liu Degui's eight characters. Coincidentally, there were seven boys in the village, but they didn't rush with my eight characters. Naturally, the coffin boy had to be made by me.

On the day of the funeral, grandpa put a red cloth on the coffin, pressed some straw paper, and held me up and sat down.

The people who carry the coffin are Uncle Li from the neighboring village. They all eat white rice. They live by carrying the coffin, all with big arms and round waist. Uncle Li smiled and said to me, Tong huazi, hold on.

I quickly grabbed the coffin hanging rope to avoid sitting unstable and falling down when I left.

Grandpa said it was time. Li Shula shouted at the top of her voice, Liu Degui, on his way. Eight people worked together and got up the coffin easily.

Hearing the coffin call, the village head lit a firecracker at the door. After the sound, the coffin went out, followed by the people in the village. They all came to help, and no one was crying. It looked a little lonely.

Nothing happened all the way. It went well. But just after the coffin fell into the well, something happened.

When the coffin was stained with soil, the coffin was over. I was going to get down from the coffin. As a result, my whole body became soft and my ass seemed to stick to the lid of the coffin. I couldn't get up at all.

Uncle Li laughed at me and said, look at your doll, you are so weak. Then he stretched out his hand to pull me, but I was only about 40 kilograms, but I almost dragged him into the coffin well. Uncle Li was so frightened that he quickly let go and called my grandpa, Third Master Zhang. Come and have a look. Zhang Tong seems to have fallen into the coffin.

My face turned white when I heard of the coffin falling.

I haven't met my grandfather, but there was an accident in the neighboring village. The owner invited Wu Laogou from our village. He made a mistake. The coffin boy couldn't get up when he was buried.

Wu Laogou didn't want to crack it, but forcibly pulled out the coffin boy. As a result, the baby died in a few days.

Grandpa said that what old dog Wu pulled out was only people. The baby's soul had already fallen into the coffin. Naturally, people can't live.

After that, Wu Laogou's reputation plummeted. Few people invited him, and he was also very hostile to his grandfather.

However, the Wu family is a big surname in our village and has a great voice. Grandpa usually doesn't conflict with him.

Privately, he also told me to stay away from the Wu family for fear that they might do something behind their back.

Grandpa was looking at the grave. When he heard Uncle Li shouting, he hurried over.

As soon as the people around heard that the coffin had fallen, they all surrounded it.

I thought of the baby and was afraid to die like him. I cried and asked grandpa to find a way quickly.

Grandpa is also in a hurry. Let me not move. I sent people back to the village to catch a rooster that had just chirped, took the chicken blood, mixed with cinnabar, drew a Taoist talisman on the coffin, and then asked Uncle Li to try pulling me.

It still won't move.

At the moment, it's chilly under my ass, like sitting on a piece of ice. My ass hurts with cold.

Grandpa called the village head again and asked him if he remembered Liu Degui's birthday incorrectly. The village head said it was impossible. When Liu Degui was born, his mother died on the way to the health center. I helped carry the body back. I can't remember wrong.

Uncle Li listened to the village head's words, looked at Grandpa strangely and asked, Third Master, is there a problem with the body?

Grandpa said it was possible and asked him to lift the coffin quickly.

After the coffin was carried out, grandpa took an ink bucket, tied the thread to my thumb, and hung the bucket on the coffin.

When the thread was tied, my feet moved, wiped my tears and hurried down from the coffin. It's just that the matter hasn't been solved. The ink bucket line is stained with black dog blood.

The black dog can see the evil of Yin, which is between yin and Yang. The line stained with the black dog's blood can connect Yin and Yang. Now I just build a Yin Bridge and let me come down from the coffin for the time being.

Seeing me coming down, Uncle Li hurriedly asked someone to pry open the coffin. The moment the coffin lid was lifted, the onlookers took a breath of air conditioning.

Inside is not Liu Tiande, but a female corpse wearing a red wedding dress and a red cap.

The village head's face turned white and stammered. When I brought someone to collect the body yesterday, it was clearly Liu Degui who put the coffin. How... How

Several old people who followed the corpse collection also came out to testify.