Jiang Bin was stunned, he watched the drop of blood get bigger and bigger, and he was about to drip down, but when it couldn't fall, a nail suddenly appeared in the blood bead.

A wooden nail, half a foot long, was driven through the center of the old woman's eyebrows.

Jiang Bin was startled and opened his mouth to scream, but at this moment, the wooden nail fell downwards and landed in his hair. Jiang Bin shuddered for a moment, and when she looked up at the mother-in-law, she found that she was staring at herself and smiling, the smile was no longer as innocent as a child, she cracked her shriveled lips, her eyes widened, her sockets sunken, and the two yellowed eyeballs bulged downward, as if they were about to fall.

At the same time, where the center of her eyebrows was penetrated by the wooden nails, blood spurted outward, drenching Jiang Bin's head and face, and even his mouth that he didn't have time to close was filled with blood.

"Giggle...... Giggle......"

There was a sound in my ears that I didn't know whether to cry or laugh, hollow, echoing long, he and she seemed to be enclosed in a very small space, impermeable, trapped to death.

Jiang Bin had a mouthful of blood in his mouth, and he couldn't cry, so he could only reach out and touch it, he didn't know what was wrong, and he didn't know if it was a dream or real, until his fingers touched something as hard.

He gasped......

coffin, he and she were sealed in a coffin......

"Ahh

A scream finally came out of Jiang Bin's mouth, everything in front of him began to blur, the old woman's body trembled violently, the hanging sleeves brushed his face, and there was a rotten smell in the cuffs, which made Jiang Bin nauseous.

The coffin was still moving, as if floating in the clouds, and he and her, up and down, up and down, up and down, unable to do it by himself.

"Bin'er, Bin'er."

Jiang Shan's voice finally reached Jiang Bin's ears through the layers of mountains, and he let out a "uh" and woke up from this terrible dream.

"Dad," he trembled, covered in cold sweat, but subconsciously went to protect the painting under his arm, for fear that Jiang Shan would find out his secret. Hao Jiang Shanbin didn't pay attention to these paintings, he just thought that he was going to send them today, so he took them and selected them.

"What time is this, why are you still sleeping, aren't you going to send a painting to Grandpa Zhang? Quick, go wash your face, hurry up, don't make a mistake. ”

Jiang Shan said and went out, Jiang Bin breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly moved his arm away: Fortunately, he had just suppressed the painting, and fortunately Jiang Shan did not see it. He bit his lip, and his eyes were once again connected with the mother-in-law in the painting, the old woman still had a kind smile, anyone who saw it would like it, but in a dream, how could she become such a gloomy and terrible appearance? He was so frightened that he still felt that his hands and feet were wooden, and his back was cold.

Jiang Bin swallowed hard, got up with the painting and walked to the bed, stuffed it under the bed, and stacked it with other discarded and unused paintings: no matter what happened to this dream, this New Year's painting should not be sent over, after all, it was given to the palace, and it could not be used for the half-point. He made up his mind, so he returned to the table, stacked the other paintings neatly, and wrapped them with a piece of brown paper, and then, according to Jiang Shan, washed his face and took the New Year's pictures and went to the inn.

***

Zhang Yaozhong was not in the inn, he took people out to buy things early in the morning, Jiang Bin was a little lost, thinking that Zhang Yaozhong said it yesterday, and did not take his New Year's paintings to heart, so he walked down the stairs sullenly.

It's still morning, the inn hasn't opened yet, and there isn't a single guest. The morning light sprinkled on the cleanly wiped tabletops, reflecting a beautiful halo. Jiang Bin then walked to a table and sat down, sighed with his chin in one hand, and played with the string on the kraft paper with the other, rubbing it again and again.

"At a young age, sigh, what else can you do when you are such a half-size?"

A cold voice came from under the table, Jiang Bin was startled, and when he was about to look, a person sat on the bench opposite, he had seen it, it was the girl who was with Lord Zhao, it rubbed its eyes, and looked worried, obviously woken up by itself.

"Guest, I'm sorry, I've made you noisy." Jiang Bin stood up and made a compensatory while wondering, how could this girl not sleep in a good bed, and sleep on a cold and hard bench? And this stool is so narrow, isn't it afraid of turning over and falling?

As if seeing the question in his heart, Sang spoke: "I haven't slept well for a few days, I didn't want to fall down on the bench and sleep well, your inn is really, make the bed so warm, is it deliberately not allowing the guests to sleep peacefully?" ”

It's cold, and it's wrong to make the bed warm, Jiang Bin is the first time he's heard of such a crooked theory, but he didn't dare to say goodbye, just followed it and said, "Yes, yes, the little one will say to the shopkeeper, and give you a thinner quilt, so that you can rest." ”

"That's not necessary, I'm about to leave anyway," Sang Chong Jiangbin waved his hand, sat on the stool with his legs spread out, and knocked his fingers twice on the table, "Child, I just heard you sigh again and again, how can you be sentimental at this age?" ”

Jiang Bin thought to himself, you don't look like you're only sixteen or seventeen years old, it's not much older than me, why are you still relying on the old and selling the old? But of course he didn't dare to say this in his mouth, first, it was a guest, and secondly, it couldn't be said clearly, Jiang Bin always felt that it had an oppressive momentum, which was indescribable, but it was full of energy, so that others did not dare to make a mistake.

"My father sells New Year's paintings, and yesterday Father-in-law Zhang wanted to buy his paintings, so I brought them today, but Father-in-law Zhang's old man went out...... "Jiang Bin only agreed.

"New Year's paintings?" Sang snorted, "It won't be another fairy statue, right?" ”

"You know?" Jiang Bin was a little surprised, and looked up at Sang, but saw that his eyes were red, as if he was on fire.

Without Jiang Bin's consent, Sang opened the kraft paper bag, took out a few of them and looked at them, but the corners of his mouth had a flirtatious smile, "Child, who do you say these immortals were when they didn't become immortals?" Everyone is a sentient being, why do they cultivate to become immortals and enjoy the incense of the world? ”

Jiang Bin didn't know why it suddenly came up with such a sentence, but he could only reply along with it, "I don't understand, I think, in addition to the original immortals of Heavenly Court, those who have cultivated into immortals are probably some good people and good people, such as that Lu Immortal Dongbin, who gave wide favors before abandoning his official position and ran away, distributed Wanguan's family property to the people, and did a lot of good things for the people, so he can cultivate into immortals." ”