Li didn't tell me whose blood it was.

Instead, the remaining blood was fused with red paint and smeared around the coffin to make this coffin.

I stood not far away, looking at the red color, and the thought of this coffin was for me, I felt a chill rise from the soles of my feet.

"Lao Li, do they really want me to sleep in this coffin?"

Li half-blindly held a cigarette in his mouth, lit it beside him, his messy hair covered most of his expression, and he only said vaguely, "Don't worry, I will save you." ”

That night, the people who were scheduled to come to pick up the coffin three days later ended up coming in the evening to take the coffin.

Li was half-blind at the door staring at their backs for a long time, and suddenly locked the door of the store and led me out.

I followed him and asked, "Where are we going?" ”

"The person who made the wedding coffin is very punctual and will not come early to get it even if it is done. When they appear tonight, there must be a ghost, follow them and take a look. ”

We followed the car all the way to the outskirts of town.

At this moment, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening, and it was pitch black outside, and nothing could be seen.

Those people got out of the car at the foot of a mountain on the outskirts of the city, carried the coffin all the way up the mountain, and the leader, with a flashlight, lit up a piece of land.

In order not to be detected, we didn't hit the flashlight, just stared at the glimmer and followed behind.

The road in the mountains is not easy to walk, it is summer again, the forest is full of mosquitoes, my feet have been bitten a lot, and I have tripped a few times, the sharp leaves have cut my skin, I am in pain, but I dare not stop.

Finally, he walked to a clearing on the mountain, and the leader looked left and right, and asked someone to put the coffin down.

I thought they were going to dig a pit and bury the coffin.

After all, the purpose of the coffin is to hold the past and bury it under the soil.

But the leader did not do so, and he dismissed the others aside, and took out of his pocket a lighter and something as slender as that.

"Is that—a candle?" I was puzzled, and asked in a low voice, "Lao Li, is he going to burn the coffin with a candle?" ”

Li Banblind didn't answer me, he frowned, his eyes stared ahead, and he seemed to be thinking about the question.

But time didn't allow us to think about it, and over there, the man lit the candle with a lighter.

Because there is a certain distance between them, it is impossible to see what color the candle is.

The moment the flame was lit, the man threw the candle on the coffin.

In an instant, a raging fire burst into flames.

My eyes widened in astonishment.

"That coffin was not poured oil, how could it burn all at once?"

"That's a yin fire."

Li Banblind said suddenly, his voice low and hoarse.

"What is Yin Fire?"

"There are actually three kinds of fire, one is the open flame, which is the flame used by the people. The second is the heavenly fire, which is the fire that burns under a lightning strike or electric shock, which seems to be the true fire of samadhi. The third is this yin fire, which is the fire of hell. ”

"But why did they burn this coffin with a yin fire?"

I asked casually, and Li was half-blind and pursed his lips silently, and it took a while to answer me.

"The wedding coffin, in the world, is used for underworld marriage. But in the underworld, it is a sedan chair to welcome the newlyweds. ”

As his words fell, I looked at the huge coffin in the raging fire in front of me, and suddenly flashed, and a sedan chair flashed by.

"Not good!"

Li Banblind suddenly grabbed my wrist and turned around and left without saying a word.