"Forehead ......"

Sikong Xiao looked embarrassed, after the lessons of the first fifteen, Sikong Xiao knew that he couldn't tell the truth, otherwise he would definitely not be able to buy it again, "I... Messire. ”

"Condolences. ”

Xu is the shopkeeper of the coffin shop looked down on life and death, and he didn't ask much, "A hundred lines of silver, including the tombstone, tell me what you want to engrave first." ”

Sikong smiled and probed his heavy money bag, thought about it, raised his head and looked at the shopkeeper pitifully, looking like he was crying.

"Shopkeeper, I... I lost my husband when I got married, and my mother-in-law died early... Now that I have only eighty taels of silver, you can have pity on me, a lonely woman! Eighty taels of silver, I want a good place to rest for my husband who died young... Woo woo... The shopkeeper's..."

"There are a lot of people who come here to say this, I don't think Miss, your outfit doesn't look like a poor family, I'm also a small business, why don't you take a look at this mouthful? I'll give you fifty taels for this!"

Seeing the small and broken coffin pointed to by the shopkeeper, Sikong smiled and pouted in disgust, it was better to find a straw mat to cover this coffin!

"Let's hurry up, shopkeeper, I don't want a tombstone, it's eighty taels!

"This..."

The shopkeeper was a little hesitant, but he couldn't say anything when he saw the faint unhappiness in Sikong Xiao's eyes, they were all in the business of the dead, who didn't have that day, he should have accumulated some yin virtue, "Okay, okay!

Sikong glanced at the shopkeeper with a smile, "It's free, and if you want money, forget it." ”

"Uh... Huh..."

Seeing the appearance of the shopkeeper, Sikong smiled and didn't say anything, threw the eighty taels of silver on the table, left the location and explained that it would be delivered tomorrow and left the coffin shop.

*

The starlight was shining, the moonlight was pouring down, Sikong Xiao was carrying a basket in his hand and walking forward in the jungle with a shallow foot, wearing a white plain suit like a lonely soul floating in the jungle.

This is an ordinary mountain, and the only good view is the big banyan tree at the top of the mountain.

Sikong Xiao saw the coffin he ordered under the tree, pouted and said: Those people just put down the coffin and left?

Fortunately, he still has a little residual spiritual power, so it shouldn't be a problem to dig a grave.

Just do it, an hour later, the grave was dug, Sikong Xiao used the only remaining strength to lift the coffin and prepare to move it to the pit, but he felt very difficult.

When the coffin was placed smoothly in the grave pit, Sikong Xiao's legs and stomach trembled, she supported the tombstone she had prepared with one hand, and gasped: "It's tiring enough to dig your own grave......

Taking a breath, Sikong Xiao took out two cans of wine, a pack of roast chicken wrapped in oiled paper, and a few piles of paper money from the basket;

She sat cross-legged in front of the grave, holding her chin in her left hand and a wooden plank in her right hand, which was the "tombstone" she had prepared for herself.

But what do you want to write? Stirring the cinnabar in his hand, Sikong Xiao picked up the pen and wrote according to the format in his memory:

The tomb of Sikong Xiao, childless and daughterless, was born in Chen Guo and died in Yong'an......

Suddenly, Sikong shook his head with a smile, and placed a row of small words in the lower left corner:

- Sikong laughs and stands on his own

Holding his tombstone, Sikong smiled and shook his head, laughing at himself: "It's really a failure to be a man to do your job." Look, you're going to die... The coffin is bought by himself, the grave pit is dug by himself, the tombstone is erected by himself, and the paper money is burned by himself......"

Sikong smiled as he threw the paper money in his hand into the flames.

The yellow paper money turned black and gray in the fire, and Sikong smiled as the paper ash drifted into the air, turning into pieces of smoke and dust...

The starlight is so beautiful and dazzling, and it is not worth the night to sleep under such a beautiful starry sky.

Sikong Xiao grabbed the wine bottle and drank it dry in one gulp, put down the wine bottle and looked at the starry sky, and suddenly remembered a lot of things.

There was Sikong Huang's cold and deep voice: "The star game is like a chess game, as long as the timing is right, a small star can also affect the entire starry sky..."

There are evil spirits' eyes as bright as stars, "I like you, so naturally I want to be good to you." ”

There are also beautiful mothers, generals' fathers, Brother Song, Lei Linjun, Lei Tingjun, Jin Dianya, Jin Dianmo...... Everyone's faces, one by one, appeared in the stars, but disappeared in an instant.

In the end, Sikong Xiao remembered the agreement between himself and Sikong Huang:

...... "Of course, I can't count the stars in a large area, but I can divide the sky into thousands and tens of thousands of parts, count how many stars are in one at a time, and one day I can calculate how many stars there are in the sky!"

...... "Okay, then I'll wait for you to tell me how many stars there are in the sky." ”

The stars in the sky gradually blurred out of focus in his vision, and Sikong Xiao couldn't tell what he felt, so he just stood up with his hands on the ground, walked to the coffin and lay down, and with a wave of his hand, he took the coffin lid with the last of his strength.

The surroundings are dark, and the heavens and the earth are incomparably quiet. And just as Sikong Xiao let herself be silent in this tranquility, the movement on the coffin lid disturbed her.

What's the situation?

Sikong Xiao pushed the coffin lid on top of his head hard, and he had already been nailed to death from the outside?!

With her mortal condition, there was no way she could open it.

"Hey...... "Although I'm dying, there's no need to be in such a hurry, right?" Sikong smiled with black lines on his head, and his heart was even more speechless.

Just as he was thinking about who would do such a lack of morality, Sikong Xiao suddenly felt that the coffin under him was lifted upward, followed by another shock, and the entire coffin moved smoothly in one direction.

Feeling the sound of the four corners of the coffin, Sikong Xiao knew that there were four people carrying his coffin, where did they want to take him?

Sikong Xiao frowned and thought for a long time, and there were several sounds of fighting with swords outside the coffin.

"A broken coffin is robbed by so many people, and it's not made of gold......

Sikong Xiao just muttered, and then felt a sense of weightlessness, and before he could react, Sikong Xiao's eyes widened, and the whole person was bounced off the coffin lid and hit it hard, and then snapped back to the bottom of the coffin.

"Boom ......"

With a loud bang, the coffin slammed into the ground.

“#%… Ahem, ahem..."

Sikong smiled and turned over with a low curse, feeling that his internal organs were about to shift, and he couldn't help kicking the coffin with his feet, "Guys, can you hold your hands and feet steady?"

When the voice fell, Sikong Xiao faintly heard some gasps outside the coffin, and he couldn't help but feel alarmed.

Don't they know who is in this coffin?

As soon as the thought of his heart arose, Sikong Xiao felt a strong push back sensation without warning, as if he was riding a rocket, and the whole person stuck to the bottom of the coffin.

"I'm going! What's going on?"