In the seventh month of the lunar calendar, the sky is still hot, the sun is scorching the earth, and the air seems to be full of the smell of burning.

In a small town in Longnan, there are almost no pedestrians on the road, Ye Chen sat in his small shop, turning on the dilapidated dusty fan to the maximum, but he still couldn't stop the sweat on his body.

"If only it rained heavily!"

Ye Chen sighed and stood up, how could there be guests on this hot day, but grandpa insisted on letting him stay in the store and not let him go out, and threatened to let him take care of the sarcophagus, and he would come back soon when he went out to hang out with friends.

Ye Chen has been with his grandfather since he was a child, and his family runs a shroud shop, although the profit is meager, but it is enough for their grandfather and grandson to make a living.

Grandpa's most precious thing is the sarcophagus parked in the center of the shop, every few days, grandpa will gently wipe the dust on it with a brush, and his expression is very solemn and serious.

Over the years, many guests have taken a fancy to this sarcophagus, but grandpa will give them another custom, and never sell this sarcophagus to others.

Ye Chen once asked his grandfather why this sarcophagus was so important, and his grandfather told him that this sarcophagus was reserved for him when he was old, and he also told Ye Chen very solemnly that after his death, this sarcophagus could only be sealed naturally in the future, and sharp objects such as iron nails should never be used to enter the coffin.

At that time, Ye Chen was still young, and when he heard his grandfather say these words, he could only nod as if he understood whether he understood or not, and after a few days, he left these things behind......

Today, I occasionally think of Ye Chen walking towards the sarcophagus, grandpa is usually so particular, what is the mystery of this sarcophagus?

Ye Chen smiled, amused by his own thoughts, he was the only one in the village who went to college, and he had never believed in any ghosts and gods, so naturally he no longer speculated about these ideas.

This sarcophagus looks nothing special from other sarcophagi, but there are some strange lines engraved on the coffin lid, which seem to be things but not things, like words and not words, Rao is special, which aroused Ye Chen's interest, and he couldn't help but put his hand on it and stroked it.

"Boom!"

A loud bang sounded out of nowhere, making Ye Chen tremble, and the hand on the sarcophagus immediately retracted.

Whoa! A burst of refreshment came, and there was an inexplicable coolness on the body.

Ye Chen turned around and looked out the door, it turned out that it was raining heavily, and the loud bang just now was the sound of thunder.

I scared myself! I thought it was the sound of the sarcophagus!

Ye Chen walked out of the door, looked at the pouring rain, and began to worry about his grandfather, he didn't bring an umbrella when he went out, and he must be late to come back again.

This heavy rain, not to mention any customers, Ye Chen sighed, and was about to close the door of the store, at this time, a light cough came from outside the store, Ye Chen raised his head lazily, and was stunned.

An old man, slightly older than his grandfather and looking to be in his eighties, dressed in clothes like shrouds, wrapped himself tightly and stood quietly outside the door.

His face was covered with wrinkles, and his skin was full of signs of age spots, which was very frightening. A pair of dry hands like branches grabbed an old black cloth umbrella and grinned at Ye Chen.

"Can I go in?"

The old man's voice was hoarse and low, and it was gloomy.