Since ancient times, no one has died, leaving Dan to take care of his sweat. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It had been some time since they came out of the Taoist temple, and the two who had planned to return to the Northern Jin Dynasty suddenly turned around and headed all the way to the southwest.

"One by one, eat sugar gourd, eat osmanthus cake, eat bean paste bun, one by one, don't be angry, don't you just don't go home for the New Year, after listening to this story, we will go back to my father and mother, and give my brother and sister-in-law a good old age, and there is still pressure to take the money."

In the bazaar, a man and a woman walked one after the other, and the man walking behind was holding a bunch of snacks in his hand, with a bitter face, wanting to be happy with the woman who walked in front of him.

As everyone knows, the woman walking in front of her mouth is stuffed with sugar gourds, and there are a few sugar dregs sticking to the corners of her hooked mouth, which makes her look delicate and cute.

"One by one, you say a word......"

"Get out of the way, get out of the way."

Before Zong Jiming's words were finished, he heard a rapid sound of horses' hooves behind him, threw away the snacks in his arms, and pulled away Guan Yiyi, who had not yet reacted, and many stalls on the street were overturned, and for a while, the street kept shouting and scolding one after another.

It's just that before the scolding was finished, everyone suddenly fell silent, knelt down, and raised their heads to look at the huge coffin slowly coming in the distance.

Zong Jiming hadn't finished scolding in his heart, but he saw the coffin pulled by four horses in the distance slowly approaching, the smile on the corner of his mouth could no longer be hidden, and he was afraid that he would jump to his feet happily, lying on Guan Yiyi's shoulder, and said with a smile, "Yiyi, our business is here." ”

Guan Yiyi, who had already forgotten the rules of 'watching the ears', heard Zong Jiming say such a sentence, turned his head with puzzled eyes, and asked, "Business?" What business? Are we going to open the coffin and grab the gold, silver and jewels in the coffin? ”

Guan Yiyi, who can forget everything, can only forget the money, seeing the coffin protected by a group of people, he frowned slightly, so many people, I'm afraid it's not easy to rob.

Zong Jiming, who originally wanted to take Guan Yiyi to see the owner of the coffin, heard her say this, his eyes lit up, why didn't he expect such a good thing.

"Okay, let's go and see what's in this coffin at night, look at this posture, I believe there must be a lot of treasures in it, one by one, we are rich."

Zong Jiming rubbed his hands, looking like a lewd villain, Guan Yi, who couldn't bear to look at it directly, turned his head one by one, watched the coffin go away, and couldn't help but follow.

At night, Zong Jiming, who was dressed in black, looked at Guan Yiyi, who was still dressed in the daytime, and asked, "Yiyi, why don't you change your clothes, what should I do if someone finds out about such a conspicuous color?" ”

Guan Yi glanced at him one by one, the coffin in the day had just been dug out of the soil, not to mention how dirty it was, I was afraid that when they just opened it, the stench would smoke them to death.

Throwing a handkerchief to Zong Jiming, Guan Yiyi entered the room one by one and changed into a slightly darker clothes.

When the two came to the morgue in the mansion, a gust of wind blew, blowing the cold hair of the two, thanks to the low temperature in winter, so that the smell in the morgue was not so bad.

The deeper the two of them went, the more they felt that something was wrong, and the knocking sound in their ears became louder and louder, Zong Jiming hid behind Guan Yiyi with trembling legs, but his head couldn't help but look ahead.

The fire fold in Guan Yiyi's hand was blown by the wind, and with a bigger gust of wind, the fire fold was extinguished.

"Ahh

The knocking sound in his ears was interrupted, Guan Yi covered Zong Jiming's mouth one by one, glared at him in the dark, and then blew the fire fold hard, looking at the rekindled fire, both of them breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yiyi, shall we go back?"

Zong Jiming's voice shouted a little hoarsely, shaking his legs and looking 'If you don't leave, I'll cry to show you'.

Guan Yi sighed one by one, "Didn't you ask me to listen to the story?" Why is the story going to leave before I hear it. ”

"But we've come to hear stories, and now we're in the morgue, what's the matter?"

Zong Jiming pinched his thighs hard, looked to his right side, and saw a corpse with its head facing him, and I don't know if it was too windy just now, the cloth on the man's face was blown away, revealing a miserable white face, so frightened that Zong Jiming hugged Guan Yiyi's waist tightly, and buried his whole face on Guan Yiyi's back.

Guan Yiyi was a little frightened by Zong Jiming, but he couldn't help but want to go to the morgue, curious about what was in the coffin during the day.

"Do you know what's in that coffin?"

Guan Yiyi tried to divert Zong Jiming's attention, it was not a matter for him to keep holding his waist like this, in case the corpse was deceived in the coffin after a while, he held her like this, then how could he escape.

"I just accidentally learned that there is a coffin unearthed in this city, I have only seen the coffin buried in the soil before, and I have not seen it unearthed, so I was curious and wanted to take you to see it."

After saying this, Zong Jiming thought of Xiao Jiujiu in his heart, thinking that when they went out, he would drag the dark eleven who was hiding in the dark to protect them out and beat them to death, knowing that the master was afraid of ghosts, and he wanted the master to take such a risk, which really scared him to death.

Along the way, Dark Eleven, who was tired of finding stories for his master, lay on the beam of the house, looked around vigilantly, and was completely unaware of the situation that the master had scolded him half to death in his heart.

The coffin, which was twice the size of an ordinary coffin, lay quietly in the morgue, and Guan Yi's fingers touched the bushes in front of her, and she had already inquired about them long before they came.

There is a moat in Baina City, these days I don't know what is going on, the moat water fell sharply, frightened the people in the city to think that there was a water monster in the river, they all took incense candles and knelt down by the river, the water level of the moat fell day by day, and it was about to dry up, the people saw a hole by the river embankment, because the moat rose all the year round, no one knew where the hole came from.

The bold man picked up the bamboo pole and poked it into the hole, and he didn't know where he touched it, but he heard a rumbling sound, and a huge coffin appeared in front of them.

There is a coffin in the cave, and as soon as the news came out, more people were frightened to come and bow down, begging the ancestors in the coffin to return their river water, if there was no water, they were afraid that it would be difficult for them to live.

The ancestors didn't seem to hear the prayers of the people, the water in the moat became less and less, and it was about to see the bottom, and many fish that had died of thirst emitted a foul smell, and Fu Yin couldn't, so he had to let the officials carry the coffin out.

As soon as the coffin came out of the hole, endless water burst out of the hole, and the people who stood by the river and looked dumbfounded felt that this was a lucky star sent by God, and they knelt on the bank one by one, asking for blessings from the coffin.

"It's a fine mahogany."

Zong Jiming's eyes were sharp, and when his trembling legs saw the coffin, he instantly straightened his waist, wiped off the mud on the coffin, and sighed.

Looking at the style, it should be made of a whole piece of mahogany, such a large amount, it is really rare in the world.

"One by one, maybe there are really a lot of valuable things in it, even if there is no treasure, let's move this coffin back, it will be enough for us to live happily for most of our lives."

Zong Jiming knocked on the coffin with his hand, and before he could finish laughing, he heard a voice coming from inside the coffin.

'Knock knock'

"One by one, you see, this coffin is like the willow spirit in the courtyard of 'Guan'er', and it has also become a spirit." (To be continued.) )