I looked over and saw the little fly standing at the door of the bone-splitting room with a pale face, his eyes fixed on me.

"This coffin ......"

I was about to explain, when the little fly rushed over and pushed me away. He stared at the coffin a few times, his face changed greatly, he quickly returned to the bone room, ran out as fast as he could, reached out and stuffed something into my hand, and shouted, "Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and seal the coffin." ”

Then I saw that what he had put into my hand was a thread, and at the other end of the thread was an ink fountain. The ink fountain was in his hand. This ink fountain is also an old object, and it has been polished by the hands to a shiny finish.

I see, this is the old ink fountain, and the ink fountain line in my hand is in my hand.

The ink fountain is a kind of equipment used by carpenters to hang wires, and according to legend, it was created by the carpenter ancestor Lu Ban.

Carpenters, stonemasons, blacksmiths, and smiths are collectively known as the four great craftsmen of our people.

Among the four major craftsmen, carpenters are the first, which shows that carpenters play an important role. The tools in the hands of carpenters are also mostly created and passed down by the ancestor Lu Ban, so there are a lot of attention to these tools. For example, the carpenter's axe should not be used to chop meat and cut bones, and the carpenter's curved ruler ink fountain should not be placed indiscriminately, but should be placed in a clean, tidy and important place at home.

Some old carpenters even offer tools that have been used for many years.

Among them, the most mysterious is the carpenter's ink fountain. In ancient times, when a carpenter was working outside the home, and he had to travel home at night, and other tools might be stored in the owner's house, but there was one thing he had to carry, and that was the ink fountain.

The carpenter has an extremely persistent high belief in the ink fountain. They firmly believe that by bringing an ink fountain on the night road, a hundred ghosts can be invaded and evil spirits will not be touched. In fact, ink fountains can indeed ward off evil spirits. Because the ink fountain is used to play straight lines and measure the righteousness of heaven and earth, it is the symbol of the carpenter, which can measure integrity, and is a thing of righteousness and righteousness, which can suppress all evils. After mixing it with chicken blood and other things, it is even more powerful, and a hundred ghosts are not guilty.

The third uncle also instilled these things in me, so when I saw the ink fountain line in my hand, I immediately understood that the little fly was taken out at this time, and it was definitely not to do carpenter work with me, but to ward off evil spirits.

I glanced at my hands, and the ink stained on them was obviously red, and it was obvious that there was also chicken blood or cinnabar added to it.

After such a toss, I pasted two pieces of talisman paper in the coffin, which was a little calm, and there was a sound again.

The lid of the coffin began to shake as well. The faint black mist above the coffin also rose again.

"Hurry, or it'll be too late." The little fly shouted.

I understood, grabbed the end of the ink line, and ran to the front of the coffin, and the little fly ran to the end of the coffin.

He lifted the ink fountain line and put it down again.

The ink fountain left a deep ink mark on the coffin, and the ink line was straight.

Then, I moved to the side, and the little fly moved quickly, and another line was printed.

Then, the two of us joined forces and laid several ink lines on the side of the coffin in succession.

In this way, the entire coffin was covered by a net of ink lines with three horizontal and five vertical lines

Finish.

The grid formed by those ink lines split the black mist that emitted like a knife. The fog quickly dissipated in the air.

The movement in the coffin was suppressed again.

At this time, the little fly let out a sigh, glanced at the runic paper I pasted on the coffin, stared at me fiercely, and said coldly, "Have you opened the coffin?" ”

I'm at a loss for a while, the little fly is the owner here, and it was wrong for me to open the coffin without the owner's permission.

"Who told you to open the coffin? Don't stay here if you don't obey......"

The little fly suddenly raised his voice and roared.

"Hey, you dead fly, who are you yelling at? It's ticklish, isn't it? ”

Before I could respond, Fat Dahai appeared at the door, pointing at the little fly and shouting.

The thing must have heard movement inside, and finally woke up from its sleep, and when it came out, he saw the little flies yelling at me.

"You...... Who do you call dead flies? ”

After all, the little fly is not very old, and when he was shouted by the fat sea, he was a little annoyed, and his face was swollen and red.

"Who else can you call? Don't you call little flies? If you dare to yell at my boss again, I'll turn you from a little fly to a dead fly, believe it or not? ”

Fat Dahai said as he clenched his fist and shook it in front of the little fly.

I have to say that with such a big body as a dead fat man, it is quite bluffing to launch a surge.

The little fly blinked his eyes, and he didn't dare to quarrel with the fat man anymore.

"Who is so rare in broken places?" Fat Dahai scolded and beckoned to me: "Boss, let's go...... We're not going to be ...... by this little fly here."

Fat Dahai didn't know what had happened here, and after waving at me, he walked out of the courtyard himself.

I know it's not the best option, and there's still a lot of work to be done. What the hell is going on at the old stall, I haven't asked yet. Besides, I'm going to send the old stall head on one last ride.

I was about to call Fat Dahai back, when I found that he walked out of the yard, and after not taking a few steps, he suddenly turned around and ran back.

The little fly snorted coldly: "Aren't you leaving?" Why is it back again......"

"Lao Tzu wants you to take care of ......" After the fat man responded, his eyes were fixed on the direction of the door, and his face was nervous.

"Fatty, what's wrong?" I knew that the fat sea must have seen something, otherwise it wouldn't be like this.

"Boss, there seems to be a snake ...... outside"

"What? Snake? I was a little puzzled, and then asked, "It's dark outside, are you wrong?" ”

"I didn't ...... Boss, look ......."

Fat Dahai pointed to the door with trembling arms, and his tone changed.

At this time, the moonlight poured down, and a small blue-green snake swam in the doorway.

The little snake looked to be more than a foot long, with a slender body, its head raised, and it spat out red snake letters, and swam unhurriedly to the door and stopped.

Seeing the little snake, I smiled bitterly and said, "Fatty, this is the snake you see?" Just this little snake with thick fingers scares you like this? ”

Fat Dahai hid behind me and nodded: "Yes, boss, I'm not afraid of heaven and earth, I'm afraid."

This long worm. One time I was returning home from town when I met a small snake on the way. The little snake was coiled on the road, I didn't dare to cross it, and turned around and walked more than ten miles of mountain roads, and only returned home from another road. ”

"Fatty, you're exaggerating, aren't you? Why don't you just get around that little snake and pass by the side of the road? ”

When I saw the little snake at the door, I didn't mean to crawl inside, so I casually said to the fat sea.

(End of chapter)

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