This incident is a slap in the face for the village chief, and he also wants to use this incident as an opportunity to quit smoking from now on, but where will things be so easy. In the past, the big smoke was something that people hated.

Once you get contaminated, you will never be able to quit. The village chief used to just think it was a joke, but now he is already a person in the play unconsciously. The death of the sick woman did not completely wake up the village chief, and soon, he began to look for a new partner.

As he spoke, the village chief told me that the curse of the burial master was told to him by the next person he met. At that time, in order to find a partner, he found the group of guys who smoked together in the brick house.

But by the time the village chief went, the number of people was already much lower than at the beginning, some were dead, some were gone, and some were unable to come because they had no money. Those who come with black boxes every time are naturally the ones who sell tobacco paste.

And since a cigarette bubble can only be smoked in two puffs, the number of people is small, and it is far from enough for seven or eight people to smoke one cigarette paste. Everyone pays together, and then everyone sucks together. But the village chief soon became disgusted with the practice.

Because everyone contributed money together at that time, so there was no enjoyment at all, in order not to suffer, everyone was desperately sucking, one bite after another, and even many fainted directly because of overdose.

Although a person is happy to smoke a big cigarette, it is not as happy as smoking with his companions, which is why he has been paying for sick women. Although the sick woman has no appearance, she should have a lot of repeat customers just by accompanying her to smoke a big cigarette.

Otherwise, how could it usher in the tragic end of smoking to death. The village chief was afraid from the bottom of his heart that he would become like that, but he couldn't quit at all, and his heart was like a cat's paw when he worked during the day.

He himself could feel the clear changes from his body, his body was getting thinner and thinner, and at the same time, his spirit was getting worse and worse, and his personality, which was called a good old man, was becoming more and more irritable, and the situation of doing things without a word was also increasing day by day.

Of course, the foreman removed the village chief's identity as a squad leader, and even warned him not to touch things that should not be touched. But for an addict, that's just.

The village chief still has a lot of savings, which are all hard-earned money that he has meticulously saved in previous years, and he has forgotten the ordinary feeling of money, and even the feeling of being a normal person.

As long as it was for the sake of cigarette ointment, he bought it one after another, and then he lay on the chair and the bed, squinting, grinning, and dripping with his eyes, and wandered in the happy country with his eyes blurred.

However, when the effect of the ointment passed away and he came to his senses again, the heavy tiredness, the despair that went deep into the quagmire, always made him so sad that he cried bitterly. Perhaps it was the future that alleviated the pain of waking up from the hallucination, and he took the initiative to find a partner who smoked a cigarette together.

It was an accident that the village chief found a partner who smoked a lot of cigarettes together, and he happened to forget to bring money that day, so he had no money to buy cigarette paste. But after the addiction to cigarettes came up, he couldn't stop it, there was no way, he just had to go to the vicinity of the brick house to find the cigarette paste that people threw away.

There is no point in smoking the cigarette paste that has been smoked, but the village chief can't care about it anymore, so he holds this thing and inhales it deeply, at least it can give him a little comfort. And at this time, a thin and short man invited the village chief.

He was wearing a robe with gray eyes, and looking at the dress, it was neither the dress of a worker nor the dress of a city person, if he had to say, he was more like a Taoist priest who came down from the Taoist temple. And he also carried a lot of jewelry.

But at that time, the village chief's addiction to cigarettes had already been committed, and where did he have time to observe the other party's dress, and seeing that people were willing to share cigarette paste with him for free, of course he had no reason to refuse.

The man said that he had not been here for a long time and was not very familiar with the location, so the village chief took him to the cheapest hotel in a small alley. In the past, he used to hide here with sick women and smoke big cigarettes.

I also have to say that the feeling of having someone to suck together is really different, not only is it happy when you suck, but when you return to reality after sucking, it will not make people too desperate. After regaining consciousness, the village chief noticed that the other party was strange, so he asked him about his identity.

This person said that he wouldn't believe his profession and identity, so let's wait until later. The village chief himself was not very interested in him, so he continued to ask. The village chief said that this time I owe you a favor, and next time I will take it with me to smoke and ointment.

Soon, the time for the two men to meet again arrived, and they came to the small hotel again to smoke a big cigarette, this time, of course, the cigarette paste bought by the village chief. After going back and forth, the two also formed a unique relationship, and in the eyes of the village chief, they were not considered friends.

Because they only get together when they smoke a lot, and they don't ask each other's identities, so the relationship naturally does not become closer. By this time, the village chief and the workers had no common language.

Even the foreman found out that he was not able to do his job and expressed his intention to evict people, which was a desperate situation for the village chief, who had only one-third of his savings left. However, he is no longer a normal person.

Normal people will be distressed when they encounter difficulties, and they will think about solutions, but the village chief's mind is full of thoughts about quickly going to find a friend to smoke a big cigarette, and then escape from reality. As if this was the only way to save him.

At the same time, the village chief also hopes to find someone to talk about his pain, no matter how you look at it, this person is still the most suitable companion who smokes a lot of cigarettes together. The village chief began to tentatively inquire about the identity of the other party, and expressed his desire to be as close as possible.

As a result, after hearing what the village chief said, the other party mysteriously said that he had already known the identity of the village chief. The village chief was taken aback because, just as he didn't mention his identity or story, the village chief never told him.

The village chief didn't believe him, saying that he was bragging, and as a result, the man began to tell stories and information about the village chief one by one. By the time he finished speaking, the village chief was already stunned, and his whole body was cold as if he had been fished out of the sea.

After reacting to the magic of this guy who smoked a lot of cigarettes together, the village chief couldn't help but hurriedly ask about his real body. And this person seems to have some good feelings for the village chief, and he did not continue to hide under the village chief's questioning, and chose to tell the truth.

At this point, the village chief picked up the glass and motioned to pour the wine, and I refilled it for him, and the village chief took it with a smile, took a sip and put it on the table.

"And it was at this time that I heard about the profession of underground burial master for the first time in my life. In fact, if he hadn't guessed everything about me at that time, I wouldn't have believed him. ”

When he said this, the village chief also smiled bitterly, saying that he didn't believe that there were ghosts in this world at that time, and he felt that they were all lies. But when these words came out of the mouth of the underground burial master, he felt that they were all true.

However, when the village chief listened to him tell his story, a wave of doubts gradually rose. According to him, the underground undertaker has strong skills and a very objective income - at least he can't compare to a worker working on a construction site.

And the reply from the underground burial master is also very simple, because there is no hope of living. He said that the burial master is a very special profession, and the slightest carelessness can break the taboo and bring disaster to himself or his family. And he belongs to the latter.

The headache is that in the profession of underground burial master, few people can successfully die from the beginning without violating the taboo. So the underground burial masters are almost all unlucky, and they are unlucky from the moment they are born.

The village chief cautiously asked him if he could tell himself why he couldn't survive - he was curious about what the curse was. The undertaker said that the curse corresponding to the taboo he had violated, and that his blood relatives would pay for his taboo.

If he had known that the price would be so heavy, he would have given up on continuing to be a local burial master. But it's already too late. At that time, his family, even his wife and woman, his parents, had already left this world.

"The first time I heard the undertaker talk about it, his expression was so calm that I even wondered if he was joking with me...... But after listening to him, I didn't have that idea anymore. ”

As soon as the village chief's words fell, Lang Jin muttered with some dissatisfaction: "Village chief, since you know so many things, why didn't you believe Brother Xiaojun's words when he came?" ”

The village chief, who looked a little embarrassed, picked up the wine glass and took a sip, sorry to say that he was old, and his memory was useless when he was old.

After that, the village chief looked at me again and said, since the feeling I gave people was too different from the feeling of the underground burial master, so this may also be the reason why the two people were not connected in the first place. I curiously asked the village chief what the difference was, and he said it was in personality.

At that time, the village chief said that although he had a good relationship with that person, he always gave himself an incomprehensible feeling, and because he had no love and no reason to live, he was more enthusiastic about smoking cigarettes than himself, and he seemed even more depraved.

The village chief said that after learning about each other's stories, their relationship became closer than ever. Even after the village chief was finally kicked out of the construction site, the homeless village chief lived with the underground burial master.

At the beginning, since he didn't need to continue working, his life with the underground undertaker was almost extremely happy. But after two months or so, the cruel and cold reality came back to him - whether he was the underground burial master or not, he had no money.

The village chief has always spent his own savings, and although there are still remnants of the phenomenon of smoking large cigarettes in that era, the price of cigarette paste has become very expensive due to the crackdown, and it is no longer a price that every household could afford during the Republic of China.

Not to mention the underground burial master, since he found out that his family members have unfortunately passed away one by one, he has never done any decent work as a ground burial master, and now because of excessive smoking, he has almost lost his human form.

Both of them were even ready to overdose on the rest of the money and die, but at noon on the day of the execution, the underground burial master brought good news to the village chief.