At this moment, I suddenly felt as if someone was blowing out of the coffin.

The breath is quite loud, and it seems to have bad breath, with a foul smell.

After this breath was blown, the second child was so frightened that he ran back.

I don't want the three steamed buns with red dates.

I also fell several times halfway through, and it was useless for me to shout anything.

In the blink of an eye, I was left alone, and I looked inside the coffin, and there was nothing in it.

There's also nothing to blow on.

I walked in and stomped on it.

Pretty realistic.

Let me step on it three times in a row, and then I listened to the whew.

Ghost blowing.

Blowing directly into my hair underneath the coffin, disturbing my hairstyle.

What's going on?

I've met it once before, but the wind is because there is a hole in the coffin, and the wind seeps in through the hole.

But the coffin right now is sturdy, and it is tightly sealed up and down, left and right.

Nothing.

At this time, I learned from my grandfather and slowly lay down in the coffin.

As a result, when I stood outside, I couldn't see the cat, and as soon as I went in, I found a strange thing.

I saw that there was such a handle on the board of his coffin.

I didn't live in a coffin though.

But I also know that no one in the world would make a handle on a coffin board.

When I wondered in my heart, I gently pulled down with my hand.

Click.

I felt my body sink down, and I quickly reached out to find a place to hold it.

But who knew that the edge of this coffin was slippery, and it couldn't grasp anything at all.

I just felt a pain in my butt.

I fell out of a hole.

It's a bad day, and I always get to drill holes.

In the morning, I went to the cave in the mountain temple, and I knew it, and I ran to this strange place in the evening.

When you look up, you can see that the place where you fell is not too high, only about one meter.

It turns out that there is such a mechanism on top of this, as long as you pull this doorknob, this coffin board will open underneath.

I looked back and saw that it was quite dark.

It was like there were stairs.

There is such a cabinet at the edge of the staircase.

Pulling open the cabinet, most of it was filled with candles.

I lit one, and slowly walked down with a candle in my hand, and found that the stairs were getting deeper and deeper.

When you can go to the end, it becomes a passage.

There was nothing but yellow earth in the passage.

I don't know how long I walked, but when I finally got to the end, I saw a bright yellow one in front of me.

I walked along the edge to the light and found that it seemed to be a manhole cover blocking the exit.

I pushed hard.

Push open a slit.

Then pull slowly along the slit.

After a while, the whole manhole cover was opened by me, and I took it out to see that this place seemed to be quite familiar.

This seems to be the home of Old Man Zhao.

However, it didn't look like a place to live, it was surrounded by concrete walls, and a black hole was darker than underground.

But on the right, I saw the sound of people moving, and I don't know why, anyway, this greenway gave me the feeling that I had walked for ten minutes, and by the time I came out, it was already the middle of the night.

In the dead of night, I carefully pasted it on the right wall this time, and when I looked outside, I noticed that there were several gaps in the wall.

From the gap, you can see that this is the bedroom of Old Man Zhao.

Old Man Zhao happened to be lying on the bed and falling asleep.

That's a problem.

I can't get out.

The bricks on this wall are not very tight, and if I kick them twice, I can still move.

But in this way, Old Man Zhao woke up.

If Old Man Zhao drives me out in anger, I won't be able to marry this Zhao Ling'er.

I'm in a hurry.

I walked around the room in a hurry.

I also wondered, why is there such a darkroom in this old man Zhao's bedroom?

And this darkroom is connected to a dirt passage that leads to the inside of a coffin.

Odd.

Before he died, the blind man slept in a coffin in the wasteland every night.

Could it be that you have to go to see this old man Zhao every night?

And it has to be sneaky?

And the last thing this blind man did was to help the Zhao family deal with the bronze Jiuding, but it didn't take long for this blind man to be kicked out by Master Zhao.

But the two of them still seem to be connected, and it's sneaky.

If the yellow flower girl goes to see her lover in the middle of the night, it is reasonable, what is there to see these two old men?

When I was thinking about things, I suddenly saw this old man Zhao get up.

Old Man Zhao was wearing a pair of pajamas, and before he could open his eyes, he turned around and walked in front of my wall.

I was startled, thinking I had been discovered, but after a while I found that there was no movement on the outside of the wall.

Nervously lying next to the crack in the door and looking out.

At this time, I found that Master Zhao seemed to be playing Tai Chi.

I almost forgot that Master Zhao does have a habit of sleepwalking in the middle of the night, and practicing boxing in his own home.

I thought it was quite interesting, and I squinted my eyes and continued to look at it, and it turned out that this Tai Chi routine seemed to be different from what I had seen during the day.

Yesterday, I saw Mr. Zhao playing Tai Chi in the courtyard, and he played decently, but why did he play in a mess at night?

Every move doesn't seem right.

Could it be related to sleepwalking?

This old man Zhao, fighting, suddenly kicked one leg accidentally to the side of the bed.

At this time, I heard a bang, and Master Zhao woke up and woke himself up.

That old man Zhao went out with this foot and kicked down a spittoon under the bed directly, some people in our rural family are too lazy to go to the toilet, and they usually put an iron spittoon under the bed at night.

Originally, I thought that this spittoon should not be sprinkled with a piece of rehmannia soup and urine when it fell down.

As a result, when I looked closely, I found that something was wrong, the inside of the spittoon was clean.

Instead, two wall shovels fell out of the talking ground.

That's a lot of fun!

Old Man Zhao was startled when he woke up, and quickly put the wall shovel back into the spittoon.

Then he leaned down next to the window and looked left and right for a long time.

When there was no one outside, the old man Zhao secretly took a white cloth, wrapped the spittoon in his hand, and quietly went out.

It's a strange thing.

While the old man was gone, I quickly pushed the wall through a crack.

Revealing a hole the size of a dog's hole, I crawled out.

I looked down and saw that there was still some dirt on the ground of this old man Zhao, which was cement that had not been dried.

Suddenly, I looked back at the loose wall behind me.

I slowly picked up a brick and put it back in its original position.

I know what's going on.

This old man is hiding people's eyes.

In fact, this old man did tai chi, just to cover up his sleepwalking.

This old man sleepwalked in the middle of the night, not to do any tai chi at all, but to build a wall.

I just want to seal this wall behind me!