He said: "Chuanzi, I don't know what's going on. When I see the coffin, I feel uncomfortable as a whole, as if there are eyes staring at me in the coffin."
As soon as I heard it, I looked at the coffin. I didn't know whether it was a psychological effect or what was going on. I suddenly felt that there were eyes in the coffin, staring straight at me.
I shook my head violently, rubbed my cheeks again, and said to him, "Is there any eyes? You must be blind."
Having said that, my heart is still flustered, but I still endure the fear and try to lift the lid of the coffin.
This coffin has a heavy cover, which is estimated to be more than one hundred catties. This is also expected. Cypress is heavy. A coffin made of cypress wood weighs more than 800 catties. In addition to the dead, it is estimated to be more than 1,000 catties. .
After a lot of effort, I finally moved the coffin cover away by a two-finger-large opening. I followed the opening and looked into the coffin, and found that the light in the coffin was very dim, and I couldn’t see anything. The coffin lid was moved a little bit again.
With the faint light, I looked over again, just taking a look, I only felt a numb scalp, and a cold air from the soles of my feet rushed straight into my forehead, making my whole body struck by lightning.
But seeing, there are a pair of eyes floating in the middle of the coffin. The eyes are big with thumbs and glow with red light, as if they can hook away the human soul.
Live to hell.
I cursed inwardly, rubbed my eyes fiercely, and immediately opened the lid of the coffin completely. Then I looked at where the eyes were. It was clearly a kan, fifty centimeters high and thirty centimeters wide, with two kans on the side. Only the shriveled apples were placed in an incense burner directly opposite the shrine, which contained incense ashes left over from burning.
The strange thing is that the general shrine pretends to be the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva or the Great Master of the Earth, but the shrine in front of you pretends to be a wooden sculpture. What’s more wicked is that the wooden sculpture has very big eyes, like a child’s fist. It's big, and it was painted with a layer of red paint.
If I hadn't seen the stone sculpture in the back mountain, I would even believe that the wood sculpture in front of me would be the 彘.
Seeing this, I couldn't help but take a breath of air-conditioning and make a shrine in the coffin. What way is this
Wait, huh
At this point, I couldn’t help but stare at the wooden sculpture. I wanted to take it out. But some things are very evil. The moment I gave birth to this idea, the shrine was inexplicable. Falling forward, a pair of eyes rolled out of the shrine.
I have to say that the eyeballs were made so vividly, as if they were real. I immediately took out the eyeballs and took a closer look. The eyeballs were made of cypress wood. The material was heavy, but I didn’t notice it. So yes.
At this moment, the old man Qin approached him, and I was slightly startled, and asked him if he was afraid
He looked at the pair of eyeballs in my hand, smiled awkwardly, and called me: "Chuanzi."
I asked him what was wrong, and he said: "The moment the shrine fell, the previous feeling disappeared immediately."
As soon as I heard about this, I stared at it with my eyeballs. Apart from making it more realistic, there was nothing unusual. This puzzled me very much. I vaguely felt that the shrine was too weird to be placed in the coffin, but then said There is no reason.
Afterwards, the two of us looked around the coffin for a long time, as before, nothing was gained.
This made us both a little frustrated. We thought we could find some clues by looking at the coffin. But now, except for a shrine, nothing has been discovered, and he really responded to a sentence, came full of expectations, and returned in disappointment.
At the moment, I put a pair of eyeballs into the coffin, and asked Qin Laosan to close the coffin lid, and finally put the snakeskin bag on the coffin, and I was about to go back to the village.
After all this was done, Qin Laosan, who had been straining his face, suddenly asked me: "Chuanzi, there are wooden carvings in this coffin, so are you not curious?"
Why am I not curious, I can't just stare at this wooden sculpture and let it go!
However, let me say it again. Carpenters generally don’t dare to sculpt this kind of wood carving. If we ghost carve, we usually choose willow or golden nan wood for carving. We will never use cypress to carve, and then think of coffins. The materials.
There was an absurd idea in my heart that this coffin was not the work of carpenters or ghosts, and even the shrines and the wood carvings in the shrines would not be the work of carpenters and ghosts.
The reason is simple. People who know the industry will never make such common-sense mistakes.
So the question is, who hit the coffin? Who did the shrine
Suddenly, my head was full of doubts, and I was not in the mood to speak, so I winked at Oldest Qin, meaning to go back to the village.
Qin Lao San didn't say anything, so he walked behind me towards the village.
Some things are said, probably no one can believe it. The reason is that this fact is too evil. I just walked seven or eight meters at that time, and suddenly felt that the position of the trouser pocket was a bit hot. I didn't care about it at first, but then that The hot feeling became stronger and stronger, and I couldn't help it, so I stretched out my hand and scratched it.
With this scratching, I immediately noticed something inside the trouser pocket, round, the size of a child's fist.
Right now, I reached into my trouser pocket and touched it, a little confused.
Then Qin Lao San saw that my face was wrong, so he asked me, "What's wrong?"
I glanced at him, swallowed, and asked him in a trembling voice, "The third child, did I throw those eyeballs into the coffin?"
As if thinking of something, he nodded hard and said: "I saw you throw it in with my own eyes."
"Then what is this?"
While I was talking, I took out the round thing from my trouser pocket, which was an eyeball from the previous wooden carving.
Whether it was me or Qin Lao San, when I saw these eyeballs, they were filled with incredible eyes. Just as Qin Lao San said, he saw me throw this eyeball into the coffin, and I was also clear. I remember that this eyeball was obviously thrown into the coffin by me.
But now these eyeballs have appeared in my trouser pockets, which is really incredible.
The two of us stared at these eyeballs for a long time, but didn't see anything. In desperation, I had no choice but to ask Qin Lao San, "Lao San, let's open the coffin lid and let's see again?"
He glanced at me, a little timidly, but after seeing the eyeballs in my hand, he was afraid of his heart and nodded.
Soon, the two of us opened the coffin lid again and saw that, as we expected, an eyeball was lying quietly in the coffin.
I glanced at Qin Lao San, I put the eyeball in my hand into the coffin, and said to Qin Lao San, "Lao San, see clearly, I put this eyeball in."
He swallowed and did not speak.
After putting the eyeballs in, I took a closer look, and after I made sure that both eyeballs were in the coffin, I slowly closed the coffin lid.
After all this was done, I took a deep breath and touched my pocket again. After being empty-handed, I talked with Lao San Qin as he walked into the village.
Just when we were about to reach the village, a figure rushed towards us. When Dingqing took a look, it was Huang Jinshan. His expression was quite agitated. When he saw me, without a word, he grabbed me and went to the village. Run, I asked him what's wrong, and said, "It's dead again."
The simple three words seemed to me like a huge boulder, and said anxiously: "Who is dead?"
He said: "If you don't know who died, you know that the man was completely different from the fire."
Burned to death
My expression tightened, and I vaguely felt that I had caught something, but that feeling was fleeting, and it wasn't until Qin Lao San muttered a word on the side that I became bright and cheerful.
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