Volume 1 Chapter 3 Corpse Fraud
Speaking of conscience, he has lived for many years, and he has done a lot of evil, but it is the first time that he has been digging graves, and he came empty-handed, and he didn't even bring anything with a worthy family, and he had no experience.
Instructed Tang Keren to dig out a slender incense box from his coat pocket, and saw him set up three sticks of incense in front of the earthen bag, I rubbed my chin thoughtfully, and winked at the lovely man who was twisting his neck and waiting for the next instruction: "Or, you blow it up again?" β
"I said it earlier, it's not me ......" Tang Keren hurriedly argued with a white face.
"Got it, got it!" Even interrupted him perfunctorily and prevaricatingly, I don't think that a stupid person like Tang Keren would lie, but after all, the water ghost would not explode on its own. But whether it is Tang Keren or not, blowing up the grave is a bad idea, a blast can collapse the snow bud pond and directly pull out the water ghost, and if you do it again, the fairy kan may need multiple gourd pits.
There is not much time to grind, and the commotion just now is not small, and delaying it for too long may cause unnecessary trouble. I quickly dragged out two small trees of the same thickness from the bushes that fell to the ground, and I brandished a large smoking gun to cut off the branches and leaves, sharpened the tip of the end, and threw it to Tang Keren: "Let's fix it." β
Tang Keren took two steps back with the big wooden wedge, a little dazed: "What's the matter?" β
My mind jumped and I pointed to the grave bag: "What's the matter?" Dig! β
"Digging, digging graves?" Tang Keren's little face turned pale, and he trembled and resisted: "Digging graves is going to be thundered by the sky!" β
I raised my eyebrows defiantly: "Scared? β
Tang Keren stalked his neck, and the knuckles of his fingers holding the wooden wedge were a little white: "This, I won't do this!" β
"What's wrong?" I sneered: "What is the set for Lao Tzu at this juncture? Don't do it? Cheng, no one is forcing you, let's go all the way to the sky, each on the other! β
Tang Keren hesitated for a moment, threw away the wooden wedge and left, I casually looked at the other wood in my hand that was about to be completed, and lazily greeted behind him: "Clothes stay." β
"You!" Tang Keren suddenly stepped on, his hands tightly covered his neckline, and his two eyes seemed to be able to breathe fire.
I gave a wicked laugh: "Don't mind! You can't afford to tear up the stall goods under fifty! β
But the man was ashamed and indignant, and he wanted to cry, and the little white teeth bit his lower lip tightly, humiliated and hated. I admired it for a while, lowered my eyelids, and continued to cut wood: "Let's go? Scold! Stealing a corpse, it's a crime, if I take a bite, do you think you can pick it up? You don't stop Lao Tzu from digging graves, do you really think that the sky can thunder and run away from you? β
Tang Keren had a white face, picked up the wooden wedge he threw on the ground and crossed it in front of him: "Big deal......"
"Which one do you want to sing?" Lifting my eyelids, I slowly turned the wood in my hand, and threw the words out between my teeth as the knife rose and fell: "Together, all the same?" Fish dead and broken? Or will the jade be burned? Or lose-lose? β
Tang Keren's eyes were red, and he began to curse with a crying voice: "Liar! Xiaosheng is starving to death and freezing to death here today, and he will never be in the same stream with you! You stinky shameless! β
I have a black line in my head, and I was scolded by a big man for being shameless, and there was a little bit of diaphragm in my unhappiness.
"What are you yelling about!" rubbed his eyebrows, put away the blade, and played with the cigarette pouch and pot in the back placket. I circled around the grave bag, found a good position to start, shook the wooden wedge that had just been sharpened in my hand, and wedged it into the soil: "Dig the grave, but this one in the grave has the idea!" β
"Do you want to make a face?" But although people lack confidence, their attitude is extremely strong/upright, and they would rather bend than bend.
Poking the wooden wedge into the soil again, and holding the wood with a pestle, I let out a sullen breath and glanced at him: "I can't lie to you, but as you said, the sky thunders and splits, if it weren't for the meaning of the owner of the grave, I would have eaten enough to leave this barren mountain and wilderness to pick up the grave?" β
Tang Keren is still a kind of virtue that does not enter oil and salt, and I am angry when I look at it. After thinking about it for a moment, I decided to have some foundation with him.
"The Bai family in our town who made a career in medical equipment, you know?" I pointed to my feet: "Here, it's Bai Qiwen, the young master of the Bai family." β
Tang Keren was stunned, so that people couldn't tell whether it was a question or a tone particle.
I ignored him, patted off the sawdust on my hand, and continued to dig the grave: "Bai Qiwen died in a car accident a few days ago, you should have heard about it." He had a good friend and saw him for the last time. β
Tang Keren sighed again, and seemed to be frightened.
"However, the Bai family's Lao Tzu's hob meat!" I snorted: "I am sure that it was the woman's life that killed his son, what a thing!" β
"What about the woman?" Tang Keren hesitated and asked, "How is she?" β
I paused: "I died, I couldn't stand the double stimulation given to her by her boyfriend's death and the Bai family's old man, so I jumped off the building." β
Tang Keren opened his mouth, but he didn't make any sound.
"I left a suicide note, which probably means, that I want to be with Bai Qiwen after death." I stood for a moment, smiled, and raised a piece of sand: "Look, isn't it ridiculous?" Because of their obsession, the dead are extremely unwilling to cut off the bonds with the world. Living people can easily fail the world because of their obsession. β
Tang Keren was speechless, biting his lip and tiptoeing lightly to the grave, clumsily digging up the soil with a wooden wedge, and asked in a low voice for a long time: "Why is he buried here?" β
I watched his movements in surprise, and smiled wickedly: "The Bai family and the Yin family, as far as the woman's family, happened to invite my nephew to be a yin and yang student." He was clear about this matter, and he said that the person who died had to do the Dharma for seven days to exceed, so that the Bai family had no way to cremate the person. As for why this is buried, it is actually the Bai family's idea. β
Tang Keren was puzzled: "How do you say this?" β
"It's not to prevent the Yin family." I had a dry mouth and explained to this fool for a long time, and my mouth never stopped. I was a little irritable: "That's it, it's my nephew who pulled the Shunfeng flag to persuade the Bai family to bury here." The Bai family thought that ordinary people would not come here, so they just had to wait for the Dharma to be done and return to the dust, and then move the coffin back to Zu Qi. In fact, the Bai family didn't dare to come to Shenxian Kan easily, so only when we were buried here could we have the opportunity to secretly Chen Cang, understand? β
Tang Keren seemed to want to say something, I lifted my eyelids, impatiently continued to get used to him: "Say one more word, the clothes will be returned to me!" But the man pursed his lips and muttered, "Obviously he doesn't look old, but his generation is not small," and shrank his head and wilted to dig the soil.
The soil was very loose, as if it had just been turned over, and it was not difficult to dig, and it took a while to dig up the grave. Just when I wondered if the grave had been ripped over, the wooden wedge met an obstacle, and I made an inch, and the wooden wedge slammed against a hard partition with a dull and hollow sound.
"It's a coffin!" Tang Keren was half excited and half timid, muttering something that people couldn't understand. I brushed the dirt away, and sure enough, the swarthy corner of the coffin peeked out of the wet dirt.
Tang Keren and I stepped up digging more than a dozen wedges, and the coffin finally saw the light of day. A dark and elegant coffin, but the corner of the coffin lid seems to be raised a little. Why is this coffin board still scooped? I suddenly felt a little strange, but I couldn't say anything was wrong, and absentmindedly hummed, "You don't have to drift with the wind, I'll hang the lonely soul with sake", and the wooden wedge gently plucked to clean the dirt around the coffin.
"Stop singing, weird!" Tang Keren was holding the wooden wedge, the posture seemed to be holding a giant sniper, he stared at the coffin for a moment, and asked nervously: "Open the coffin?" β
As soon as the words fell, I slipped with a hand, and the wooden wedge slipped straight out into the grave, and the pestle slammed on the coffin lid with a "bang", and the coffin lid was hit by this, and moved to the side, revealing a small gap!
Tang Keren and I were dumbfounded.
No wonder I always felt that something was wrong, this coffin lid was not nailed, it was only on the coffin, and it didn't fit.
"This, this ......" Tang Keren pointed to the coffin and said incoherently.
"What this, this! Don't be blind! I snatched the wooden wedge from his hand and lifted the lid of the coffin with all my might, stunned.
"What's wrong?" Tang Keren held the finger that pointed to the coffin and poked his head, and was also stunned.
In the coffin lay a tall man, twenty-six or seventeen years old, his face seemed to be wiped with a big white scraping wall, his white hair was firmly pressed by a black fisherman's hat, and even his eyebrows and eyelashes were white and hairy, like a small ice ballast clustered together, hidden in the shadow under the brim of his hat, which was clearly an albino. This buddy's eyebrows and eyes look extremely soft, tightly closed, and a smile is not a smile, and the crescent moon mouth is slightly pursed. He was wrapped in a black satin shroud, a pair of fat black cotton pants, and a pair of half-new and dirty shoes on his feet. The skin and body are pretty good.,If it's a live.,Put it outside and be able to make a lot of little girls confused.γ
"ThisβIs this a white prayer?" Tang Keren asked in disbelief: "Does he have albinism?"
"It stands to reason that he didn't run." I rubbed my chin and thought, "But I always feel that something is wrong." β
Tang Keren trembled and muttered: "Death in a car accident? It's not like that! β
But what the people said was right, not to mention that the corpse was also clean and neat, just saying that this out-of-tune burial outfit was enough to be out of line. I frowned and leaned forward.
"Hey! What are you doing? But the man trembled in fright and whispered to stop him.
"Take a look." I beckoned: "Don't just stand, take a hand, carry people out first!" β
"No......" Tang Kecai was about to refuse, my eyes narrowed: "Clothes!" β
Tang Keren cried and chirped.
As soon as I got close to the coffin, I was smoky and fell on my back, and I wondered: "Wow! Is this drunk driving? β
Tang Keren's face was strange, and he coldly picked up a tree next to him and retched.
"What's wrong? You're clean! I covered my nose and roared away, Tang Keren vomited for a long time before he recovered, and he covered his heart and panted with extreme weakness: "Xiaosheng remembered the drunken crab pickled by the first teacher......"
This stunner's brain hole can grow two in his heart, and it will not be mixed to the point of homelessness, I am lazy to take care of him, and turn my head to study the person in the coffin carefully. It is said that this season, after burying these days, although the corpse is not rotten, at least it must be the level of a giant, but why is this person like asleep? Curiously, he stretched out his little finger with long nails and rubbed it at the corpse's white and reflective face.
"Hey! Why are you ......" Tang Keren startled and grabbed my arm.
"Don't be surprised!" Although I muttered, I still turned around very calmly and pulled the lovely person away from me: "The blue sky is white, how can you still cheat the corpse......"
"Uh......" Before the words fell, a groan suddenly sounded behind me, and I swear, I had only heard similar sounds in zombie movies. Tang Keren and I froze, and turned back in unison. A white and thin hand suddenly stretched out from the coffin, clasped the edge of the coffin, and then the man in the coffin sat up stiffly.
My scalp exploded, and I was about to touch the cigarette bag and pot, when a buzzing sound in my ears stirred up the surround stereo howl of Tang Keren's silver bottle bursting with water slurry: "Fraud, fraud, fraud!"