The old manager’s dream really surprised me. He was possessed by a ghost and couldn’t move, leave, or leave this world. I never thought there would be such a big secret.
The director asked me to go to his house, which had been sealed. I jumped in through the window and felt a negative energy. There was a board under the bed in the director's house. Under the board was a basement that the director had dug out himself over four years. I moved the bed away and opened a square lid. It was dark inside. There was a switch next to it. I turned it on and the light came on. I could only see a small area below. I climbed down the ladder and found that there were more than 50 square meters below. It seemed that a lot of effort had been put into it. In the middle of the room, there was a large table with a long coffin box on it, a box like a coffin. People in the crematorium seemed to prefer this kind of coffin box. The coffin box must be made of old coffin boards, which are becoming increasingly difficult to find. It is said that it can suppress ghosts and ward off evil spirits, but those who cannot suppress it must not use it, otherwise it will attract ghosts, just like if you have a millstone at home. A big one will attract big ghosts and many ghosts, and a small one will attract small ghosts. If you cannot suppress it, things will keep happening and there will be endless troubles.
In addition to this table, there is a ghost seat near the wall. There are dozens of knives and carving knives hanging on the wall. It seems that this is used for something.
I felt it was very strange. The manager told me to come here but didn't tell me what was inside. He only told me there was a coffin box. This surprised me very much. I didn't expect such a thing to happen.
The coffin box is filled with heavy gloomy energy, and I can feel that there are no little ghosts here. It seems that the coffin box is really able to suppress ghosts. Ghosts like to come to such gloomy places the most, even at home. The toilet is also the place that attracts ghosts the most. Ghosts like dark places.
After I understood what was going on, I stood right in front of the coffin box and raised my hands. I opened the coffin box with both hands. He Dana had one like this, which was about the same size and style, but it had never been opened and he wouldn't let me open it.
The coffin was opened, I screamed and ran away. I was so scared that my nerves almost broke and I felt like I was struck by lightning.
I ran to He Dana in a hurry, panting. He Dana looked at me and continued fishing. He was sick and was only playing with his own fish.
"Godfather, the old farm manager's house has a basement with a coffin box. Inside are heads, heads the size of eggs. They all have hideous expressions, all different. It's so scary. The coffin box is full."
After hearing this, He Dana remained motionless, and it seemed that he was also shocked.
"I'll move back right away."
Oh my god, he asked me to move it back. The head there was obviously carved. I understood what those dozens of carving knives were. If that was the case, there was no need to be afraid.
"Tell me what that is?"
"It seems that this director is also in the crematorium. I said that no one can escape from the dark affairs. He actually played such a big game. I guess this is also a big game."
"What? Explain clearly."
I'm a little angry.
"Nothing, I'll tell you when I get it back."
I really didn't carry the coffin box back. It must have weighed at least a hundred pounds. I didn't expect it to be so heavy.
The coffin was placed in He Dana's room. After he asked me to lock the door, he opened the coffin and then he burst into laughter, "Hahaha..."
I stared at it blankly. Every time I looked at the head in the box, my heart trembled. Don't look closely at the expression, the more you look, the more scared you will be.
"This is a ghost head. Ghosts have different expressions. If you count them, there are nine hundred and ninety-nine of them. One less makes a thousand. A thousand makes a soul. A soul is a big soul. A big soul travels between the Yin and Yang worlds. It can transfer if it wants to, and stay if it wants to."
I understood that the director's trick was to make his soul become a big soul, but he was just one step short of it and he didn't complete it. What a pity, what a pity.
"It's no wonder this kid is such a secretive person. If outsiders knew about this, it wouldn't be a good thing."
I didn't expect that a poet could be so evil. I remembered that he had a poem about ghosts and souls, and thousands of souls. I didn't care about it at first. People said that the poet was mentally ill. I just thought it was nonsense and didn't think it was true.
The director seemed lonely inside. No one could understand him. He placed everything on poetry and this ghost.
"What a skill! The knife skills on this ghost head are really exquisite. The expression was really brought out with just one cut. I'm afraid this is the ultimate. No one can reach this peak anymore."
He Dana seemed very happy, he said.
"Bring me my coffin."
The coffin box was placed in the back room, alone. I took it out and put it there. Then I was asked to open it. The moment I opened it, I was stunned. There were two ghost heads inside. What was a bit funny was that one of them was a semi-finished product. The finished product also made me a bit stunned. I burst into laughter and realized that it was the work of He Dana, and it was carved into this shape. I couldn't stop laughing.
"Don't laugh, you idiot. Take them out and put them all in my coffin box."
I looked at He Dana. What was he going to do? I did as he was told, and he threw his two ghost heads into the coffin box and said.
"There is a pond in the backyard. Burn it. Push me over there and put the coffin on my legs."
"What?"
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
He Dana seemed unable to control his joy.
He Dana wouldn't let me go to the backyard, and I didn't want to go either. He Dana was a bit evil, and I might get into some big trouble. There was a door in the backyard. I opened it and went in. There was a pond. Something had been burned in it, and it was all blackened by smoke. It looked like a lot of things had been burned. Looking down, I could see clearly that there was a ghost carrying the pond. The ghost was very angry, and was shouting, asking He Dana to let him go.
"Don't even think about it. You still owe me twenty years."
He Dana asked me to throw the coffin box into the pool, then pour oil on it and light it. A big fire started. The pool slowly became hot and the ghosts screamed. I held my ears. This He Dana was really evil.
After the coffin was burned, he laughed and asked me to push it back.
"I need to have a few drinks today."
I said while drinking.
"That scene was dominated by a ghost and he refused to leave."
"I will deal with this matter tomorrow. I have to thank him for giving me nine hundred and ninety-nine ghost heads. This is a wish that I will never be able to fulfill."
"What are these things good for?"
"One less soul to become a great soul. That great soul is my final ghost head. Add it to the others and I will become a great soul. These ghost heads are carved out of dead people's bones. The hardest part of a person's body cannot be refined away, so the refiner will deal with it. You understand this."
To be honest, I really didn't notice that the first crematoriums were all old furnaces, and the degree of refining was not high. Some bones that could not be refined were cleaned up and buried. Even if it was high, it was impossible to give all the bones to the family of the deceased. The urn could not hold the bones, so only the important parts were picked up and the broken bones were taken out. This was not disrespectful to the deceased and the family, but it was impossible to put them in. Of course, in the future, refining technology may be able to reach this level.
I didn't expect that the director would use such a trick. He must have a very good relationship with a certain refiner to be able to do it so covertly.
The next day, I pushed He Dana into the crematorium, and Mao Gang came out. He knew He Dana and ran over.
"Master He, you are here? I am sorry for not welcoming you in person."
"Go away."
Mao Gang's face turned red, and he must have wanted to strangle He Dana to death, which made me feel embarrassed.
"I'm sorry, I'm sick."
He Dana glared at me and went into the morgue. He laughed “Hahaha…” and the ghost actually ran away.
"Thank you, brother. Although I can't become a great soul, I can help you reincarnate. It only takes three days."
He Dana asked me to push him over and lean against the morgue bed. He lifted the sheet, reached behind the director, paused for a moment, and then pulled his hand out.
"It's okay, burn it! But you can't burn it."
I was stunned.
Mao Gang arranged for someone else to cremate the body, and the corpse could actually be moved.
He refused to say what He Dana had done behind his back with the director's body in his hands. He said that if I learned it, it would be easy for me to do it behind his back, which would be troublesome. He Dana didn't trust anyone on this matter.
This matter passed like this, and Chi Qing was transferred away. It seems that Chi Qing's father is very powerful.
This is good. I went to see my son Xiaozhe and he has grown taller.
Yun Bai came to me again and mentioned the matter of the sarcophagus. I didn't say anything. I had nothing to say to Yun Bai. No matter what, I would not let this man go.
I went to Ji Yihe's place in the evening. I always like to go to his place during this period. He is also willing to chat with me. He always shows me the urns he makes. I comment that he is not making urns at all, they are works of art, and I like them. However, it seems not right to have an urn at home when there is no dead person in the house.
Ji Yihe actually gave me an urn. It was an urn with a yard. It was quite exquisite. It was made of sunken wood, which was quite hard and very difficult to make.
"Old Ji, are you willing to do that?"
"Of course, I made this for you. You will live here after you die. Are you satisfied?"
I nodded. We have never had any taboo about death. Maybe we have seen too many dead people and have become numb to it. Death is no longer scary to us. It even feels like eating. When it is time to eat, we eat, and when it is time to die, we die naturally.
That day I went home holding the urn in a cloth. I was worried that my father would scold me. There were elderly people at home and if I brought something like this home, they would definitely have all kinds of thoughts. Ji Yihe told me that day that if the urn was not opened, it would be auspicious, but if it was opened, it would be ominous. I will open it after you die, and it would be ominous if you don't open it to hold the ashes.
It was only then that I understood the saying that the urn could carry the Yin. I had never thought of that. There are many details to pay attention to when carving an urn. If you are not careful, something bad may happen. The deceased inside will not have peace. In serious cases, the fate of future generations and the living will be affected.
My father saw it as soon as I entered the room.
"Take a look at this thing. Do you like it? If you don't like it, I'll send it back. But let me say this first. This is mine. Even if I do that in the future, it will still be mine. Don't think too much about it."
My father looked at me. I had never talked so much before. I was worried that he was thinking too much.
When I opened the urn, my father was stunned and looked at me for a long time and said.
"It's so beautiful. There's actually an urn like this. I'll get one for myself when I have the chance. I'll keep it for myself."
I relaxed at once, and my father didn't think much about it.
"This is mine, don't fight with me for it. I'll make you a nice one later."
"Do it soon. I want to see where I'll live after I die."
The urn is not sealed, so it cannot be covered with a cloth when it is brought home. It should be placed in the east. After death, it should be placed in the west. When that thing is placed there, it feels like the house has a certain temperament, and there is something wrong with the rhythm. There is an urn in the house. If I don’t give it to Old Ji, it will be over. But if you give it to me, I can’t bear to reject it because it is too beautiful. My father and I don’t think it is a big deal, but if friends come and see it, what will they think
When I went to work, Chi Qing was actually sitting in the office, having changed his clothes.
"you… "
“I’ve disowned them.”
"Xiaoqing, this won't work. My marriage can't be dissolved. I've told you the reason, and..."
"Don't bother, I'm determined to be with you. I'm going to live with you today. I've talked to Yun Bai, but she doesn't care. She said you're free."
I sat down and lit a cigarette. This is not a good thing to do, right
At noon, I finished work and left early. I didn't wait for Chi Qing. As soon as I left the crematorium, someone grabbed my neck and dragged me up the mountain. After I got into the mountain, two more people came. I was blindfolded and didn't know where they were taking me or who they were. (To be continued)