The old rascal died in a hurry, and the coffin was probably made improvised, and the black paint had not dried thoroughly, and when I leaned over, I had a large patch on my face.

I looked at the coffin, the hissing voice kept circling in my head, which made my heart beat with me, and I felt that something was looking at me in the coffin, and I was suddenly short of breath.

My eyes converged, fell to the ground, a gust of wind blew in, the dim candlelight flickered, the shadow of the old beams on the ground writhing like a crawling black snake, at that moment, the air seemed to be condensed, and the cold breath suddenly filled the whole room.

When the dwarf saw me standing in front, he raised his feet and walked over, reached out and touched the head of the coffin's ingots, and when he looked at me sideways, the bright light reflected from the coffin condensed on the pupils to form two points of white light, which made his already obscene face look a little creepy.

"Knock knock!"

There were two sudden sounds on the coffin lid, and the dwarf was so frightened that he fell backwards like a fly, and hit me the chest, my nerves were tense, and I trembled when I was hit by him, and the back of my head was like cold sweat.

"Calm down, don't panic, go and close the door, I don't believe in ghosts!"

I pointed to the wind-blown creaky door, glared at the dwarf, and pushed him as I spoke.

Don't look at the five and six dwarf people, they were scared of their grandsons when they encountered strange and evil things, raised their heads, shrugged their eyelids and looked at me and said, "Brother Shan, why don't we leave it alone, let's go, this is weird and scary!" ”

"What's the matter, Lao Zheng was fierce enough when he was teaching, but I don't believe there are ghosts!"

I was just startled, and instead of being like a dwarf, I pushed him forward, turned around and bolted the door, and then pointed to a pile of candles on the table, and said in a low voice.

"Bring a candle and rub a circle of wax along the crack of the coffin, and go!"

Lao Zheng is a teacher, and he has some prestige in the village, I was worried that someone would come to pay respects, so I rushed over, grabbed a handful of wasted money, felt out the foreign fire and lit it, and reached out to pick up the candle handed by the dwarf, but after waiting for several seconds, there was no movement, and when I turned my head, this guy was so frightened that he knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

"Look at your grandson!" Angry, I got up and pulled him up, stretched out my hand and grabbed a handful of white candles, roasted at the burning wasted money, and muttered anxiously: "Hurry up, hurry up, speed speed!" ”

The dwarf leaned over, put his arm next to me, and said in a trembling voice: "Brother Shan, what are you doing here, if there is really a ghost, then you have to spend that pattern and chant a spell, the wax oil will not work!" ”

"Ghost ghost, where did the ghost come from, it is estimated that the old thing is not dead yet, let's seal the coffin and send him on the road!"

I shook off the hand that the dwarf had placed on my shoulder, got up and walked to the coffin, and shoved the soft candle oil into the coffin.

The dwarf gritted his teeth, and his heart also came to help, he bent down to pick up a stick, and rubbed the black paint on the coffin into the cracks, and he pulled his face and didn't speak during the whole process.

There was a sudden pop in the coffin, as if something had turned over, and I glanced at the dwarf and urged him, "Hurry up, don't wait for someone to come!" ”

"Brother Shan, I also want to hurry up, this coffin is full of cracks, take a look!" As he spoke, the dwarf stared, lying on the head of the ingots and looking inside, and before the words fell, his legs became weak in fright, and one fell to the ground.

"Grandma's!" Turning over, he said angrily: "Sure enough, it's not dead, you still dare to fucking look at Lao Tzu, eat shit!" ”

The dwarf was furious, and he looked around, and when he saw half a bucket of stinky paint in the corner, he took two steps over and brought it over, took off his coat, glued the paint, and poured it on the crack of the coffin.

Since the stinky paint is used as a coffin for embalming, its airtightness goes without saying, and when the paint is used up, the coffin is black and shiny, and there is no sound after a few knocks inside.

I breathed a sigh of relief, grabbed a handful of wasted money and burned it, and said in my mouth: "Teacher Zheng, I'm sorry, I'll give your share to your son, go with peace of mind!" ”

I kowtowed to the coffin a few times, I burned three more incense sticks and plugged them, and the dwarf spat out a mouthful of phlegm and said viciously: "What are you sorry for, stinky and shameless thing!" ”

"Shorty, if you don't want to come to incense, we're just afraid that something bad will happen, this old thing, last night may just be scared of shock, now come slowly, pity his unfilial son, hehe......"

I said half-jokingly, in fact, in this area, when people are buried, the white lime has to be pressed hundreds of pounds, the old rascal woke up and did not shout, it is estimated that his throat and eyes are smoked by the white lime and cannot make a sound, if not, I estimate that he will jump out.

"Wait a while, Brother Shan, what do you mean by Lao Zheng's share, could it be that you are going to the grave again?"

The dwarf suddenly became alert, and asked me by touching his chin with one hand.

"Yes, don't worry, yours are indispensable, let's go back, don't let them worry!" I turned and pushed the door open.

The son of the old rascal and Xiao Cui'er were wearing filial piety clothes, standing under the big camphor tree and shivering, and when they saw me come out, they knelt on the ground and called Brother Shan.

"It's done, it's okay, I think you still asked someone to bury it overnight, as for the funeral expenses, I'll be responsible, go in and kowtow!"

The old rascal was my teacher after all, and I felt a little guilty in my heart, and hurriedly stretched out my hand to help them up, but these two fellows were like sticking to the ground, kowtowing and crying.

"Woo...... Brother Shan, thank you, if it weren't for you, I really don't know what to do, now that the house is gone, Cui'er and I can do it in the future, woo woo......"

He cried very fakely, and very reluctantly, I sighed, forcibly pulled him up, patted him on the shoulder, and pretended to comfort him.

"Birth, old age, sickness and death, there have been many times since ancient times, you are a big man, crying like something, it doesn't matter if the house is gone, I will give you 50,000 yuan tomorrow and go to the county to buy it, Mr. Zheng is a good teacher, but it's a pity that you ...... Ay! ”

"Brother Shan, I was wrong, don't say it, I borrowed the money from you, and I will pay you back when I get rich!" He hooked his head, didn't dare to look me in the eyes, and choked on the hem of his filial piety clothes.

The market economy is open, 50,000 yuan is not too much, and less is not too much, but to say that you expect him to pay me back is a fool's dream, not to mention that it is not easy to make money, even if you step on shit to make a fortune, he will definitely not pay me back.

I dragged the dwarf, glanced at Xiao Cui'er, and advised: "Now come with me to get the money, your father-in-law's affairs are disgraceful, others will say that he died of illness when asked, and he is shouting, but the bad thing is your family's reputation!" ”

The dwarf looked Xiao Cui'er up and down a few times, his Adam's apple moved, scratched the back of his head, grinned and wanted to hook up, I kicked him and dragged him to the shop......

(End of chapter)