C1 (2/2)

By the time I finished preparing breakfast, the old man had also woken up. He came out with a pipe in his hand and sat on a chair. Time to eat … Master! ” I took the food out of the kitchen and put it on the table.

The old man looked at me and softly said, ”How many times have I told you not to call me master?”

”Oh, got it.” I've already asked this question several times as to why the old man didn't let me call him master. Every time, the old man would give a vague explanation and then stop.

The old man put down his pipe and said hoarsely, ”Did someone order the coffin last night?”

”Yes, that person was very strange. He said that he wanted to order a coffin, and even left behind the money to make the coffin.” I almost forgot about it when the old man didn't mention it. I went to the counter and opened the drawer, handing over the deposit and size requirement to the old man.

The old man took it and looked at it. His face changed and he said in a deep voice, ”The white coffin …” A wad of underworld money... It's really too weird. ”

Underworld currency? ”That's impossible …” ”I took a closer look and saw that it was indeed a stack of bright red bills. It was enough to fool me. That bastard used the money of a dead person to trick me.

The old man's expression turned ugly. He wanted me to tell him everything that happened when that person came last night from the beginning. I felt the seriousness of the situation and repeated the scene word for word.

”In that case, let's finish the coffin first.” The old man knocked on the pipe, lowered his head, and took a sip of congee, as if nothing had happened.

”Old Man …” ”This coffin really has to be made. That person gave us a stack of underworld money, he's clearly messing with us, so ignore him.”

”What are you saying? They already gave you money, how can you not make a coffin.” And I've also taught you that you can't owe someone else a debt. ”

After finishing breakfast, the old man took his axe to the backyard and chopped down at the wood.

There was also a saying to make a coffin. If one were to use the first axe, then the wood shavings would fly high, meaning that the person still had a few more years to live. On the contrary, if the wooden shavings flew low and close, it meant that the person's lifespan was running out.

”Cough, cough …” It's really strange! ” His Master put down the axe and sat on the rock. She took a few puffs of smoke and said, ”This person's lifespan hasn't run out yet!” ”His lifespan hasn't ended?” In other words, this person wasn't dead yet, and he was already ordering a coffin before he was dead. He was hoping that this person would die early. There shouldn't be any problems, right?

The old man's face darkened. He exhaled a cloud of smoke and said, ”I'm going out for a while. You stay at home and watch the shop. If that person comes again, then let him wait for me.”

The old man changed into a clean set of clothes and took his pipe out. The coffin stopped halfway through. This had never happened before. I've been studying with the old man for so long, and this is the first time I've seen him like this.

Around 2pm in the afternoon, the old man returned. He was drunk and sat on the rocking chair the moment he entered the room.

”Little God, get me some water.” I boiled a pot of boiling water and put it on the table. The old man usually liked tea and taught me a few things when he had nothing to do, but I was born stupid and learned to throw half of these things away.

”Alright, you look good at the front. I'll go prepare the coffin.” The old man tapped the bottom of his shoe with his pipe and went into the backyard.

After twenty years of learning from the old man, the old man had been hiding his skills and eating like a dead man. Whether it's ”Mr. Coffin” because of Feng Shui's choice of tomb or being able to drive evil from harm, he was still holding a pinch in his hand.

When it was close to dinner, the old man finished preparing the coffin. A white coffin was placed in the yard with a cloth covering it. It really looked quite creepy.

Perhaps because the old tutor drank too much and ate a few mouthfuls of rice, he went back to his room to lie down.

When it was late at night and I was about to close up, a wandering ghost floated over and hit my store door a few times with my head, regardless of the consequences.

”Bang bang!” After bumping into it for a few times, I learned craftsmanship from my master. I really have some methods to deal with this kind of troublesome ghost.

I picked up the axe my grandfather used as a coffin and used my strength to slash at the ghost. This axe has been with my master all year round, and it also has a murderous aura to it.

With one strike of the axe, the ghost's head was chopped off. Its head rolled onto the ground like a ball.