Paintings of Terror

Chapter 8: White thing 08 ┃ coffin

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"What's going to happen, I don't know," Mu Yi gave him a cold look, "The last person who did something similar was met with an extremely tragic backlash."

"Okay, then don't burn it." Ke Xun spread his hands, "Then what if I paint a turtle king eight goatee or something on their faces?"

Mu Yiran looked at him with the eyes of the mentally retarded: "In China's culture of ghosts and spirits, no matter whether they are ghosts or ghosts, they can't be shamed."

"Then the gods and ghosts can humiliate people?" Ke Xun was helpless.

After everyone checked, they found nothing exciting. Looking at the sky, although it was gray and gloomy, they knew that it was time for daylight, so they closed the main door and walked out of the courtyard.

Ke Xun remembered that the old man had told him last night that he was going to meet him at 8 o'clock this morning, so he called Wei Dong, who had been staying in the yard.

As soon as he was discharged from the hospital, he saw the owner of the pancake stall sitting on the ground in a slump, with water stains on his face, and he didn't know whether it was sweat or tears.

Wei Dong finally remembered what Liu Yufei had said to him last night, and dragged the owner of the pancake stall in the past: "Don't do useless things, you can't escape from this place, and you will eventually return to the same place wherever you run. Come, let's go with everyone, maybe we can find a way to go back today."

The owner of the pancake stall got up in despair and followed in the footsteps of everyone like a puppet.

Ke Xun asked Wei Dong, "What's wrong with returning to the same place no matter what?"

Wei Dong pointed to the gray and foggy depths in the distance: "Liu Yufei said that no matter which direction you run, you will eventually return to the starting point where you started. Run on the left side of the frame, and when you run outside the frame, people will appear on the right side of the frame, and then run back to the same place, you understand? Anyway, you can't escape the frame no matter how much you run."

"... how desperate." Ke Xun sighed.

"What did you see in that room?" Wei Dong asked.

Ke Xun briefly explained it to him, raised his eyes and saw Mu Yiran walking in front, he quickened his pace to catch up, and asked him, "Brother Xiao Mu, talk about it, you found it all in the mourning hall at that time. what?"

Mu Yiran closed his eyes. Ke Xun could only see a few hints of helplessness on his cold, iceberg-like face. Unconsciously, his brows softened. He didn't ask any questions. .

Mu Yiran lowered his eyes and looked at the face in front of him. The messy short hair made this person look a little lazy and uninhibited, but the pair of eyes under the two beautiful eyebrows were particularly pure and harmonious. Serious, black and white, a clear light flickers every moment.

Just looking at this face, I really can't see that this person has the attributes of a cheeky second-hand person.

Mu Yi pursed his lips, looked away, and said in a low voice, "There is something wrong with the wood of that coffin. The wood used to make the coffin is usually nanmu, paulownia, pine or mixed cedar and cypress. The coffin was made of pure cypress, unadulterated cypress."

"So?" Ke Xun looked at him.

"In the funeral culture of some parts of China, pure willow or pure cypress is forbidden as the wood for making coffins." Mu Yiran's voice was low, "It is said that the willow tree does not produce seeds, if it is used as coffin wood, it will lead to extinction. .And if you use a cypress coffin, you will be beaten by God."

"Heaven strikes?" Ke Xun raised his eyebrows, "Heaven strikes thunder?"

Mu Yiran nodded slightly: "It can be said that. Therefore, using pure willow and pure cypress coffins is a taboo in funerals, and it is usually impossible to make such mistakes in places where there are related customs."

Ke Xun turned his head to look at the Li family's mansion, which was already far behind: "But this family has committed a taboo, which means..."

"It means it was intentional," Mu Yiran also looked back with a deep meaning, "Knowingly committing the crime, there is probably only one possibility for this kind of practice, which is to turn taboos into curses."

Ke Xun: "... Curse? It's amazing. Why is this?"

Mu Yi lowered his eyes and seemed to be thinking: "Even if it is a painting, the content must be logical, and if it is a realistic painting, it must be combined with reality. After we enter the painting, we become the characters in the painting. Among them are the watchmen, the woodcutter, the granary guards, the warehouse guards, and the diggers…”

"It seems that something is missing." Ke Xun looked at the few people walking in front.

Mu Yiran's eyes flashed slightly: "The second protagonist in the funeral ceremony is missing."

"Who?" Ke Xun looked at him.

Mu Yiran's eyes moved to his face: "The family of the deceased."

Ke Xun Daigo woke up: "Yes, there were no other characters in the courtyard last night except us. Wait, are the three people who died are the family members of the deceased?"

"No." Mu Yiran pointed with his chin to the people walking in front, "We all wear the same attire, if it is the family of the deceased, it should be filial piety, or even if it is not, the attire will not Same. Judging from what was 'arranged' at the old man's house last night, those of us should be 'villagers'."

"Then why let the villagers keep the spirits?" Ke Xun asked.

"In some villages with a small population, when one family does red and white affairs, the whole village has to help." Mu Yi replied.

Ke Xun asked, "Could it be that brother Xiaomu, you are from a simple peasant brother?"

Mu Yiran looked at him coldly: "Read more."

"I'm from the sports department." Ke Xun's face showed no shame, "By the way, can the book teach you how to identify coffin wood?"

Mu Yi didn't seem to want to answer, but he seemed to be afraid of being pestered by Ke Xun, so he had to reluctantly: "I have friends who are obsessed with wood art."

This "obsession" is very particular. Usually, the obsession is accompanied by crazy Amway - it is estimated that Amway's knowledge about wood is usually not less.

"Then why didn't the family of the deceased show up?" Ke searched back to the topic. "The deceased was cursed with a cypress coffin, and the family had nothing to say? Who was the one who made the coffin for the deceased?"

Mu Yiran said calmly, "Find the answers to these questions, and you can probably leave here."

While talking, we had arrived at the old man's house last night. After entering the door, he saw steamed buns, rice porridge and tableware on the table. The old man's lifeless eyes swept over everyone: "Everyone worked hard last night, let's have breakfast first. There is nothing to do, everyone can rest and come to me when it gets dark, and I will arrange work for you tonight."

After saying that, the old man turned around and went into the back room.

Ke Xun was thinking about whether the food on the table would be poisonous, but saw that two or three people had already walked over to sit down and start eating. , served himself a bowl of porridge.

"Is it all right?" Ke Xun sat next to him and watched him scoop a spoonful of porridge into his mouth with graceful movements.

Liu Yufei next to him sneered: "Don't worry, if the food is poisonous, there is no need to make so many mysterious things to toss us, just throw it in the house and starve for a month, no one will survive."

Ke Xun still looked at Mu Yiran: "Then what's with your face? Is there shit in the porridge?"

Mu Yiran gave him a cold look: "If you want to die in one second, I will fulfill you."

Ke Xun immediately remembered the situation last night when he was pressed to the ground by this man without any resistance, and said to him: "Don't make trouble, eat quickly."

He reached out and grabbed two buns, and handed one to Mr. Mu in a dog-legged manner. Mr. Mu ignored him and was snatched by Wei Dong.

Next to him, Liu Yufei stirred the sparse rice porridge with a spoon in disgust, and continued to talk to Ke Xun: "He doesn't look good. I guess it's because the two people who went to dig graves died."

Ke Xun paused, counted the heads in the room, and found that there were indeed two less people who went to dig graves yesterday: "How do you know those two are dead?"

"Because the old man let us have dinner without waiting for the two of them to come back," Liu Yufei pointed to the back room, "If the two of them were still alive, the old man would wait for everyone before saying what he said just now."

"Grass." Wei Dong scolded lowly beside him, "Five discounts in one night, with such efficiency, how many can we have left after today?"

No one answered his words, they just ate in silence, some people looked numb, some people seemed to be thinking, and some people lost their souls.

The taste of this meal is really indescribable. The porridge is cold, the steamed buns are hard, white hairs are hanging on the sticks of pickled vegetables, and the stuffing of the steamed buns is unknown. It tastes like grass and smells like horse manure. Son.

But no matter how bad it is, you still have to eat it, otherwise you don't know how long your physical strength can last.

An unpalatable meal was quickly over, and Mu Yiran stood up and walked out.

Ke Xun dragged Wei Dong to follow: "Where to go?"

"Walk outside to find clues." Mu Yiran replied in a deep voice.

"Can you walk around? You are not afraid of encountering something?" Wei Dong asked.

"According to the content of the painting, it should be fine during the day," Mu Yiran said. "Besides, the old man didn't mention that he was not allowed to go outside in his speech just now, so he should be fine."

"We'll go with you." Ke Xun decided to hug the big guy's thigh tightly.

Mu Yi ignored him, and walked out of the yard with his long legs, heading straight to the north of the village.

The north of the village is a wasteland, and the farther place is still a boundless chaotic blur.

Over the wasteland, little jackdaws screamed shrilly, and after circling a few times, they landed beside a mound.

Ke Xun Weidong walked over with Mu Yiran, but saw two corpses beside the mound.

With a loud cry, Wei Dong sat on the ground with his buttocks, and then he stepped back seven or eight meters in parallel with the ground and stopped, pointing at the corpse and trembling.

"Close your eyes and move aside." Ke Xun stood in front of him. He didn't really want to see the death of the two corpses, but he saw Mu Yiran walking directly in front of him, bowing his head and carefully examining the corpses. After checking it, he endured the discomfort and also took a look at the corpse.

This look almost vomited on the spot.