Bury alive!

The man lay in that cramped coffin, his whole body trembling.

He thought he would hear something, but it didn't. He curled up in the coffin, and suddenly he thought about what had happened that day.

That day, he had just come out of the liquor store and was very drunk. He stumbled and was about to fall, when he saw a black shadow. The black shadow was getting closer, and he was drinking, and his heart was beating faster.

The strong nausea made him can't help but lower his body, and supported it with his hands, leaning against the corner.

The figure had already arrived, and when he staggered by, the man saw the shadow's face, which turned out to be the mother of the sick ghost. The old woman, wearing a black cloak, wrapped her head in it along with her body. She bowed her head and pursed her lips, her eyes full of resentment, but she was clutching something in her hand.

He grinned, staggered out of the corner, and stretched out his hand to stand in front of her. He thought that the silver she was holding in her hand was going to learn from those Jianghu people and take advantage of the darkness to rob her. Who knows, the old woman just squinted at him, and said in a resentful tone: "If you are not afraid of death, just take it." ”

Opened, is a transparent bottle.

He knew what it was, it was something brought by those red-haired and green-eyed strangers, it was said that it was a glass bottle for the rich and noble, but as those strange people became more and more, this thing also flowed out of the homes of those rich and noble, and it was not worth a few silver if it was so small and placed in the market.

The bottle seemed to contain something, and the man held it high, and looked through the dim light in front of the liquor store, and found that the thing there was slimy, like the kind of snot that came out of the cold after a cold. He felt sick to his stomach and quickly threw the bottle to the old woman.

The old woman glanced at him, pulled the brim of her cloak down again, and walked away with small steps.

The next day, when he had sobered up, he was strolling down the streets, and heard that the sick man had died, and that his handsome little daughter-in-law had just given birth to a fat son.

Men are poor, men are lazy, even if there is a little loose silver in their hands, they all use it to buy wine and drink. When he heard the discussion, he turned his back and snorted to the ground, thinking to himself, "If that little lady marries him, he will be reluctant to die." Yes, he deserves that sick ghost to be blessed. ”

The night after the death of the sick man, the man went to the wine shop again to drink, and at about that hour, he came out of the wine shop drunk, and as soon as he reached the corner, he saw the black shadow again. Unlike the last time, the shadow was dragging a shovel in his hand.

"What's that shovel doing at night?" The man snorted, shook it twice, and then leaned against the corner: "Could it be that the person who can't afford to dig the pit plans to bury the son of the sick tuberculosis himself." ”

After the man finished speaking, he laughed twice, met with his shoulders, and reluctantly stood up straight and walked towards the black shadow: "Hey, or I'll help you." ”

The black shadow looked up, and sure enough, it was still the mother of the sick ghost. I saw her staring at the sick ghost for a while, and asked in a cold and quiet voice, "You want to help me?" ”

"I ...... I know you're sick...... Oh no, it's supposed to be your son. I know that your son is dead, sick and dead. You dragged such a thing in the middle of the night, didn't you just want to save some money and dig a pit to bury your own son? Don't look at me drinking, but I'm a man, a strong man, and I can help you dig a hole, as long as you give me a little bit of good. ”

"Benefits, what benefits do you want?"

"Can you give it to me?" The man drank one after another: "I want to ...... with that handsome little lady of your family"

"You want that Dead Star?"

"Dead Star? That's right, it's your dead star! ”

"Okay, as long as you help me, I'll give you that mourning star."

"Don't lie to me?"

"If I say anything, there is nothing that I don't count."

"Okay, I believe you, I believe you." The man snatched the shovel from him with the help of wine.

They did not leave the city, but went under a remote wall. The sick ghost's mother, the grandmother of the fruit, first asked the drunkard to dig a pit under the city roots, then took out a porcelain doll from his bosom and threw it into the pit, and threw in a lock of hair before burying the earth. ”

"What are you doing here? Oh, I see, you're wishing, aren't you? The storyteller in the tea house said that some of the bodhisattvas in the temple are very spiritual, and those who promise marriage will get married, those who will have heirs, and even those who have promised gold and silver wealth can really make a fortune. If you make a wish, you have to make a wish, this is the rule. Look at what you just threw in, nine times out of ten, you've got a grandchild. Hey, don't even say it, you really have a grandchild in your family. ”

"You're wrong, I never made any wishes." Grandma Guozi stared at the place that had just been buried with a cold gaze: "I let that woman pass through the door to save my son's life. Fortunately, my son's illness not only did not improve, but was killed by both the mother and son. ”

"That doll is ......"

"It's that little thing, I buried it in the soil, and it won't be long before that little thing will be buried in the soil like this porcelain doll." Grandma Fruit said, and began to laugh suspiciously. The man felt cold, and a chill crept up the soles of his feet, and he cursed in a low voice, dropped the shovel, and hurried home.

Not long after that, Grandma Fruit really came to the door and offered to sell her daughter-in-law to him along with her little grandson. The price offered by the other party was very reasonable, and it was the money he could take out to drink a small drink. He paid the money, and he also got the fruit lady and the little fruit.

After a while, he heard someone talk about something while he was drinking. It is said that the grandmother of the fruit, that is, the mother of the sick tuberculosis ghost, did not go to Wen Po on the night when the fruit lady gave birth to the little fruit, but went to the merchant who sold poisonous snakes, and also bought some snake venom from the vendor. The venom was originally intended to be drunk by the fruit mother who had just given birth, but I never thought that it was seen by the fruit's father, that is, the sick tuberculosis ghost, when it was poisoned. So, taking advantage of his mother's lack of attention, the sick ghost drank the venom by himself and died. The man also said that this incident was said by the sick ghost's mother, but because there was no evidence, she was a little crazy, and the people in the government heard it, but they didn't hear it, and the matter was over......

The man thought about it, and fell asleep, and when he awoke again, he found himself still curled up in the little coffin, except that the lid of the coffin was opened, and the cold white moonlight shone on him, and on the wall behind him. He hurriedly jumped out of the coffin, only to find that the place where the coffin was buried was also the same place where the porcelain doll was buried before.

"Hell yes! Hell yes! ”

He stumbled forward, and when he stopped, he found himself leaning on the corner not far from the liquor store.

"I've been hungry after running so far. Come, fast forward and sit down, I bought new rice today. ”

Just closed his eyes, and he went home. Guo Ziniang held the child in one hand and pushed the wine jug in front of him with the other: "What are you still doing in a daze, hurry up and eat." ”

The man wiped the sweat on his forehead, looked at Guozi Niang and asked, "Just now, where did you go?" ”

"Just now?" Guozi Niang stopped clapping the child's hand: "Oh, I was hungry, so I went to the small kitchen to cook some rice." ”

"You're lying, when I went to the kitchen, you weren't there."

"You're obviously going to a firewood house." Guo Ziniang glared at him as if aggrieved: "I know what you're thinking." You are worried that I will be sad because of the fruit, and you are worried that I will have two hearts with you because of the fruit. Husband, how can you think so? It's true that the fruit is my child, but the child I am holding in my arms is also my child, and it is my husband and my child. Because of the existence of fruit, my husband and I cannot be single-minded. Now that the fruit is gone, it will no longer be in the way of your husband, and our family of three can start a happy life again. Husband, do you say yes? ”

"What you say is true?"

"If the husband doesn't believe it, the slave family is willing to die." As she spoke, she pulled out a knife from the baby's quilt.

"Believe, I believe, it's just that I just ......" The man scratched his hair, unable to distinguish whether what he saw now was fake or what he saw before. His eyes fell on the wine jug, and he waved his hand a little anxiously and said, "Forget it, pour the wine, pour the wine for the master." ”

Guozi Niang obediently filled the wine first, and then hooked the wine glass with her fingers with charming eyes and sent it to the man: "This wine is delicious, but it also hurts the stomach." The husband took two sips first, and when the bowl of rice was eaten, the slave family accompanied the husband to drink. ”

"You drink too?"

"The slave family doesn't know, and I've never tasted it, but I saw that my husband was very interested, and I couldn't help but want to accompany him."

"This is my good lady, if I knew that without that eye-catching thing, the lady could become so gentle and considerate, I would have done it a long time ago." The man picked up the wine glass and drank it all: "Pour the wine, and then pour the wine for the master." ”

"What do you mean by what you just said?"

"It's not interesting. Pour the wine, pour it quickly. ”

"If the husband doesn't say it, the slave family won't fall." Guozi Niang got up with the baby in her arms, and when she walked to the man's side, she deliberately pasted it on him: "It's all this time, what else can't be said about the husband and the slave family." ”

"Then I'll tell you." The man reached out and pinched the waist of the fruit lady: "I added something to your stewed bone broth." ”

"What's that?"

"I won't tell you." As he spoke, the man picked up the rice in front of him, sniffed it twice, and then began to swallow it in large gulps. After a while, the rice was on the ground.

"Today's rice is delicious, fragrant to death, just like you."

"Do you want to know why?" Guo Zi Niang returned to her place with cold eyes and sat down: "That's because I steamed this rice today with the broth left over from the fruit drink." Husband, do you want another bowl? ”