The thousand-year-old coffin is located right at the village gate. The village gate is a naturally formed horizontal stone that lies across the top of the house. It looks like it is about to fall down, but it will not fall down. That is the thousand-year-old coffin. You can see the horizontal stone when you sit in the room. When you get closer, you realize that it is a stone.
I have never figured out why. In this Mopan Village, I sat on the big millstone. I knew it was used to tie up evil spirits, but I didn’t see how big the millstone was. How big of a ghost could it tie up? I have never seen a millstone this big. Is it practical? Or was it built to tie up evil spirits
Regarding millstones, it is recommended not to have millstones inside. Big or small millstones are all used to tether ghosts. If you can suppress it, the ghost will do things for you. If you can't suppress it, it will be a disaster.
I have no idea whether Zhang Xiaoxue was lost in the ghost cave or in Mopan Village.
Regarding the ghost hole, it is like a wormhole. I was sitting at the operating table and disappeared in an instant. This is something I cannot understand at all. This is the wormhole that is being studied internationally. It does exist, but such a channel has never been found. That channel should lead to another space or world. Outside our world, there are people like ours, or living things, just like ghosts. They have their own world, but they are more advanced than humans and exist as souls. In that case, they may find a channel but cannot control it. Therefore, in our world, there are many ghosts that ordinary people cannot see, but occasionally they will get into trouble, that is, encounter ghosts. I have seen too many ghosts and souls, and it seems that is very normal. This world itself is the world of ghosts, souls and humans. They do not leave our world because they are still attached to too many things, such as love, family affection, and so on.
I stood on the horizontal stone, which was a lookout platform. From there I could see the people coming down.
That was the thousand-year-old coffin, but I couldn't see it when I got closer. It was just a piece of stone. I had no idea where the coffin was.
Could Zhang Xiaoxue be related to this place? I can't figure it out.
I sat in the house, looking at the ancient coffin. I decided to move the horizontal stone the next day. I didn't know whether the villagers would object to this.
It is also strange that they actually recognize me, an outsider village chief.
My decision surprised everyone in the village, but no one objected or said anything, which is why I couldn't make up my mind.
I went back to find Mao Xiaoli, and now I seem to be unable to leave Mao Xiaoli.
Mao Xiaoli had already drawn the eleventh face, but she still had no chance, which made her a little angry.
I told her about the ancient coffin, but Mao Xiaoli told me to be cautious. Zhang Xiaoxue will come back, but there will be trouble. She has resolved the marriage between Zheng Jun and you. There is no problem between us, but Zhang Xiaoxue is still an obstacle. So why not give up? I am not the village chief.
I asked Mao Xiaoli about the relationship between my father and Mopan Village. Mao Xiaoli thought for a while and said.
"Your father always went to Mopan Village. I don't know what he went there for, but the most ridiculous one I heard was that he went there to sell donkeys."
I saw that my father was indeed leading the donkey. It was too unreliable, but Mao Xiaoli said so. I frowned, thinking that things were not that simple.
I seldom saw my father because my mother, Yun Bai, told me that my father was a cannibal. Men are cannibals, especially their own children. He said this when I was three years old, so I didn't dare to get close to my father. I always kept the distance that my mother, Yun Bai, said, two meters away. I loved my father, but I was also afraid of him.
Of course, when I grew up, I understood everything and knew everything. Until now, I know Yun Bai’s behavior, which makes me feel that it is a fact that is simply unacceptable.
But I totally don't understand why my father was associated with a donkey. I know that my father was a refiner and that he was a person who burned people to death. At that time, I could have whatever I wanted to eat because my father made a lot of money. But my mother, Yun Bai, had never worked. I don't know why she didn't go. My grandfather tried to find her a job and tried to persuade her, but she just wouldn't go.
At that time, I was afraid of my father, afraid that he would eat me, but I still liked to be with my father, even though he would eat me. He brought me a lot of happiness, and I liked him looking at me and smiling. But he never hugged me. I wanted him to hug me, but he always stretched out his hand and took it back in an instant. I would rather let him eat me, but I also wanted him to hug me. Those big hands must be powerful and warm.
I rarely saw my father. I didn't know what he was busy with. He almost never came to see me for a while. When he came to see me, he was in a corner of the school. I could actually feel him coming and see him instantly. There were so many parents, but I could see and feel them at a glance. Is that the love between father and son? Now that I think about it, it should be a function of mine. Maybe I was destined to be in the crematorium.
I went back to Mopan Village and prepared to move the big stone. I thought that should be the thousand-year coffin.
However, I did not move. That night, I actually saw my father coming to me in the yard and telling me to leave Mopan Village. I was not the village chief, nor the savior, and as for Zhang Xiaoxue, she would naturally go back.
That night, I didn't expect that when I saw my father, he was cold and not like before. I decided to leave Mopan Village. Only the crematorium was my final choice and my shelter.
After leaving Mopan Village, nothing happened, but Zhang Xiaoxue has not disappeared. There is no news about Zhang Xiaoxue who disappeared from operating console No. 8.
Mao Xiaoli didn't mention this matter, and I didn't mention it either. Maybe she had her reasons for not mentioning it. If she knew anything, she would tell me.
Mao Xiaoli and I were drinking, and she took out a box that day. I was stunned. There were twelve finger-print paintings in the box, and they seemed to be similar to Mao Xiaoli's face paintings.
"This finger-cap painting was made by one of the earliest masters in the crematorium. His name is Ge Zhu, and he should be considered the founder of Chinese skin painting. I got these paintings in the abandoned small second floor behind the crematorium. It was an unexpected discovery. But the strangest thing is that one painting is missing. Normally there should be thirteen paintings. And there is a problem with these finger-cap paintings. When the person really reaches the end of his life, the paintings will not disappear, but they all exist. That is to say, if they did not die by accident or murder, they could have lived to be eighty or ninety years old."
Mao Xiaoli suddenly started playing this with me. I was a little embarrassed. What did she mean? Her face painting, what's the matter? There are also thirteen pictures.
"Sister Mao, I never understood why it is Thirteen?"
"Thirteen is a ghost number. Foreign countries value this. Developed countries may have studied this subject, but we in China are a little behind. Of course, China doesn't like the number thirteen either, but we are not that sensitive about it. It is a ghost number."
I know thirteen is a ghost number and no one likes it.
I don’t know what message Mao Xiaoli wants to give me.
At work, Zheng Jun sat motionless in his chair. I looked at my watch and it was time.
She still didn't move. I didn't say anything and went into the dressing room. I carried the body to the dressing bed and started to put makeup on her. An old lady, who looked like my grandmother, came up to me and was kind. After the first makeup was done, Zheng Jun pushed the body in, carried it to the bed, put it down and said.
"Big makeup."
We have encountered heavy makeup before, and after Master Zhao Juan left, we had to do heavy makeup too.
Zheng Jun learned earlier than me, and she was usually the one who did the work.
When I was about to lift the shroud, I discovered that the shroud was blue, dark blue, and if you didn't look closely you would think it was black.
"Don't move."
Zheng Jun glared at me.
I sat in a chair and smoked.
"Can you smoke less every day? We want to have children in the future..."
Zheng Jun covered his mouth immediately and his face turned red.
"I'm going to the bathroom."
It was in the dressing room, but Zheng Jun was out.
I didn't move. He finished his cigarette but still didn't come back. I lit another one, but he still didn't come back. I felt something was wrong.
I went out and found the bathroom was on the first floor. I shouted but there was no answer. I thought it was very strange.
I called the manager and told him what happened. The manager asked someone to come, but when they went into the bathroom, no one was there.
"Call up."
"I called, but the phone rang and no one answered. I went to the office, and my phone is in the office. We can't take our phones with us when we go into the dressing room."
The director was stunned for a moment and then said.
"You work."
I went into the dressing room and felt like something was wrong.
But I have to continue melting. There are six dead people waiting over there.
I encountered a major makeup problem today and I thought it might not be finished. I went out and called the manager. You can't make phone calls in the dressing room. As for why, Master Zhao Juan didn't say.
I said I have heavy makeup to do today and can’t do anything else.
"Assign it to another dressing room. You don't have to worry about it. Finish this makeup as quickly as possible. Of course, don't make any mistakes. Then go find Zheng Jun."
This is a big deal. Zhang Xiaoxue didn't come back, and Zheng Jun is missing too.
I calmed down and went into the dressing room. The blue corpse cloth was a big makeup. This kind of big makeup was a bit big. Master Zhao Juan said that she had only encountered it three times. The last time, I asked Zheng Jun to watch it together. She told us to see clearly and wait until we encounter the big blue makeup, you can also do it. I thought I would never encounter it in this life, but I really encountered it. It was too late for me to vomit blood.
I wanted to call Master Zhao Juan to ask about the situation, but I didn't. Master Zhenjuan had washed her hands, so it would not be good for her to come to the crematorium.
When I lifted the shroud, my head went numb. The man's head and body were separated. They had been cut off. It was so cruel and powerful.
I came out and looked for the family members. For things like this, I had to look for the family members and ask for money for the death. No matter a dime or a dollar, it had to be given. This was a rule. I had to send the person to the afterlife.
The family members came over and told me to understand that money was not a problem. They gave me some money at the time, but I didn’t count how much, probably around two or three thousand.
After entering the dressing room, I put the money under the body of the deceased, then took out four-color threads from the makeup box and tied them around the deceased's limbs. This is the rule. No one knows what will happen if I don't tie them, and Master Zhao Juan never told me.
I was nervous. It was my first time to put on heavy makeup, and I did it myself. I had seen it before, but never touched it.
I pinched myself and my hands were still shaking. I put down my makeup brush, lit a cigarette, smoked half a cigarette, calmed myself down, and started to make the connection.
This kind of thing may only happen once in your life.
The joints are first fixed by bones. It is not just a slap in the face. Bone fixing and soul regeneration are done. The bones are not separated and connected together. It is a delicate work. Then glue is applied. It is corpse glue. I don’t know where this glue comes from. Anyway, after connecting them, they really stick together. Then it is sutured. It is done with fine needles and thread. If you have poor eyesight, you can’t see the fineness.
After three hours, the body was pushed out, and the family members took a look and nodded. I took the money out from under the body and put it in my pocket.
I went to the director's office, but Zheng Jun hadn't shown up yet. I felt it was so strange. Even if Zheng Jun left in anger, he would come back.
I was in the toilet in the afternoon. The crematorium was closed in the afternoon. There was no one there. I was the only one there, and there was the old man who was guarding the door. I don’t know how many weird things this old man had encountered in his lifetime, but he never told anyone. (To be continued)