"There are ghosts??"

Zhao Ke was stunned for a moment, his eyes stared at the ghost, and he said in his heart: "Aren't you a ghost?" ”

seemed to see the confusion on Zhao Ke's face, but he didn't explain, and patted Zhao Ke on the shoulder: "Don't believe it, you can take a look for yourself, but go far, don't be scared to death!" ”

After speaking, the ghost of the beating guard no longer paid attention to Zhao Ke, and the sky outside was about to dawn, so he saw that the ghost of the beating ghost found a coffin at random and lay it in.

As for those ghost dolls with black faces, they have long since disappeared.

Before Zhao Ke could think about it, he saw a glimmer of light gradually casting a glimmer of light in the dark night outside.

The sky was shining, but a thin white mist began to fill the air, as if it was about to cover the entire Yizhuang with a white veil.

The entire Yizhuang suddenly fell silent for a while.

Looking at the Yizhuang, there are rows of neat coffins.

Zhao Ke's eyes couldn't help but look at the black coffin.

Walk carefully over to the black coffin and tap it lightly twice.

"Bang bang!" It was obviously a wooden coffin, but when it was struck, it looked like a stone.

Zhao Ke gathered around the coffin and looked at it carefully for a moment.

Looking at the carved pattern on the coffin, I couldn't help but wonder what would happen if I set a fire to this Yizhuang and the coffin at this time?

It's just this idea, Zhao Ke thought about it for a while, and simply gave up this idea.

It's not because of Wang Mazi.

One yard is one yard, Wang Mazi's life or death, Zhao Ke doesn't care in his heart, he teaches himself that he owes favors.

It's just that the two have a relationship, and they want to kill the ghost who is attached to Wang Mazi.

Wang Mazi can be saved.

But if you can't save it, you can't put your life into it.

It's just that Zhao Ke thinks that if it's really that simple, possessing Wang Mazi, and fighting ghosts, even if he is stupid enough to go out without a brain, it is impossible to throw himself here at will.

So the only thing that can be explained is that Wang Mazi is a powerful ghost, and he doesn't care what Zhao Ke does at all.

I don't even care if Zhao Ke will open the door and escape while they are sleeping.

I don't know why Wang Mazi, these powerful ghosts, have such a reliance.

But Zhao Ke didn't want to be confused like this.

After thinking about it, Zhao Ke took out the prepared dry food and water from the storage ring, and ate and drank to his heart's content first.

After all, after tossing all night, I didn't get a drop of water.

The gurgling of hunger in my stomach for a long time.

After eating and drinking, Zhao Ke was not in a hurry to leave, and glanced at Yizhuang.

It is said that it is Yizhuang, but in fact, it is more like an old house that has been demolished and half left.

This is a three-hall compound.

The two houses on the side had long since collapsed.

The ruined walls are in ruins, and you can vaguely see some daily necessities pressed under the ruins.

As for what else is below, Zhao Ke doesn't know.

Push open the door to the front room.

"Hum~"

There was a thin layer of dust on the wooden door that had not been pushed open for an unknown amount of time, and the faint light under the mist could not even illuminate the room.

All you can see is a glimmer of light like spotlights, shining through the dilapidated doors and windows of the house.

It doesn't make the house look so dark.

It can be seen that as Zhao Ke pushed the door open, the dust rolled up floated in the air like snowflakes.

"This place should be an office."

Zhao Ke took a closer look, except for a table inside, there were layers of coffins neatly placed on the side.

It's just that these coffins are all semi-finished products.

In reality, the Han people are not allowed to be cremated.

Although there are coffin shops, there are no Han people to buy coffins.

If you want a coffin, you have to go to the countryside and find the master to make it.

There is no store, but everyone knows who will make coffins.

Zhao Ke was trying to find a good coffin and let himself sleep soundly.

I especially went to the countryside and asked someone to make a coffin for myself.

So I know some rules for making coffins.

For example, most of these half-finished coffins were only made into a mold, or a few boards were polished, and they were kept there for later use.

You have to wait for someone to order the coffin before you can make the coffin.

As the saying goes, "the master does not do the fallen wood".

"Fallen to the ground" refers to a person who has passed away.

It means not to make coffins for the dead, which is unlucky, and the action shows that the family lacks a plan and ignores the way of heaven and humanity.

In addition to this article, the coffin cannot have nails, the wood is exquisite, the coffin lid is considered, and the size is the rule.

It's just that these rules, in reality, few masters have to abide by them.

Because this is the rule of the Han people.

Think about it, even if outsiders learn their own things, they will learn a skin.

Even if you talk about the horizon and how many fancy things you add, it's not your own culture.

Because you don't have that background at all.

Zhao Ke glanced at the notebook on the table.

stepped forward, picked up a copy casually, blew off the floating ash on the book, and sure enough, it was all an account book.

After looking at it twice, Zhao Ke lost interest.

Throw the ledger on the table.

A two-finger-thick ledger, "Bang! He slammed down on the table.

Suddenly, I saw dust rolling on the table.

Zhao Ke suddenly regretted it in his heart, swept it in front of him, and was about to use his hand to sweep away the dust.

Suddenly, I felt a sinking in my hand, a cold and slippery touch.

It's like something suddenly fell into my hands.

Zhao Ke looked back, and his heart jumped.

I saw that in my hand, I don't know when, there was an extra skull.

It seems to have been shaken by the skull.

In the empty eye sockets, I saw two pitch-black red-headed centipedes, crawling out quickly along the eye sockets.

Vermilion head, two slender antennae.

Dense tentacles quickly crawled out of the skull's eye sockets.

It's just that Zhao Ke shook his hand, but he shook the two centipedes off the ground, only to see that the centipedes had just landed, and two sword rays like golden needles instantly pierced the heads of the two centipedes.

I saw Zhao Ke squatting down and pinching a centipede with his fingers.

The two centipedes don't know how long they've been housed in the skull.

He was fat and large, and his body was as wide as a thumb and a foot long.

The back of the body is pitch black and oily, and the head is as red as blood.

"Rare!"

Zhao Ke squinted his eyes and put the two centipedes into the storage ring, which was a rare delicacy.

Brush with sauce,

Roasted over a fire,

One fried,

Paired with a bowl of old wine, it tastes really ......

After putting away the centipede, Zhao Ke looked up at the top of his head.

There is also an empty rope noose hanging on the beam above the head.

"Suicide? Still is...... Homicide? ”

Seeing this, Zhao Ke waved his camera hand to sweep the room, only to see that the dust on the ground was removed by the source hand.

Sure enough, I saw a corpse scattered on the ground.

It looks like this man, hanged on a rope.

After a long time, after the corpse decomposed, the neck could not bear the weight of the body, so it broke open.

The head just got stuck in the noose.

I was shocked by the book I had just taken and was shocked to fall down.

As for whether it was suicide or homicide, Zhao Ke is not clear.

However, looking at the distance, Zhao Ke estimated that the probability of him killing was relatively high.

Unless the guy is stepping on the table, jumping up and hanging his head on a noose.

If this is really the case, Zhao Ke would like to admire this guy's creativity to commit suicide.

"Huh?"

In the faint and blurred light, Zhao Ke suddenly saw that under the bones, there was a black book.

Raising his eyebrows, he picked up the notebook and put it in his hand to take a look.

There are four big characters written on the notebook.

"The Final Conclusion on the Coffin"

Taking a look at it, Zhao Ke hurriedly looked at two pages at a glance and ten lines, and it turned out to be notes.

It was this person who recorded some of his observations in a notebook before his death.

"The coffin maker's note, that's kind of interesting."

The light in the room was not good, so Zhao Ke simply walked out and took advantage of the light outside to read carefully.

As mentioned above.

"The master does not make fallen wood"

Most of the coffins were ordered by the elderly themselves.

If the elderly are inconvenient, they will also instruct their children to come to the door early to order the coffin.

Naturally, there are a lot of people in it.

Some want face, and some want lining.

What's more, it is necessary to have both face and lining.

For example, I asked the master to make it more delicate, but the material used for the coffin is indeed the thinnest coffin board.

Some of the requirements were so excessive that even the coffin maker couldn't look past it, so he secretly added two more boards under the bottom of the coffin.

Of course, there is no shortage of true filial sons, who are poor, but they bought a field and bought a better coffin for their relatives.

Zhao Ke flipped and flipped.

Suddenly, his eyes flashed.

See in the next record, a black coffin is mentioned.

"On March 21 this year, the Wang family in the village came to buy a coffin, the coffin was ordered to be seven feet, and he did not hesitate to pay a lot of money for high-quality wood, but he wanted to carve a picture of hell in an oil pot, and I only wish this person to live in hell forever.

When Zhao Ke saw this, his eyes couldn't help but look at the black coffin placed in the front hall.

Turn another page, and below, it seems, the lord in the coffin is quite hateful.

Even the coffin maker planned to prepare a black coffin for her.

However, just as Zhao Ke looked at the bottom with great interest, the coffin maker specially prepared some evil materials, intending to make a black coffin.

As a result, the craftsman seems to have a problem with broken chapters.

Fortunately, this is a complete notebook, and I don't need to scold the street in my heart.

With a pinch of his fingers, Zhao Ke was about to turn the next page.

Suddenly!

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

Three crisp knocks on the door interrupted Zhao Ke's movements.

Zhao Ke was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help knocking on the door.

"Someone's knocking on the door??"

Zhao Ke's mind suddenly remembered the words of the previous ghost, and his expression suddenly became solemn.

Putting down the black notebook in his hand, he stood up and quietly walked to the door.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

The knock on the door sounded again, and at this time, suddenly a cold wind that did not know from that rolled up swept in Yizhuang.

"Bang la~" The cold wind rolled up the notebook.

Suddenly, the notes unfolded in the wind, quickly turning page by page, and finally stopped on the page that Zhao Ke was about to turn down.

I saw the paper opened, and the first line was written, and three words were written: "Ghost knocks on the door!" ”