Chapter 53: The Transformation of Man

His wife screamed, touched the pillow and hit the prey rats. The rats scattered in a swarm. His wife lit the lamp and saw that her husband's rotten ears had been bitten clean.

The next day the laborer woke up to the smell of dead rats in the house. When I tickled it, my ears were gone, and I thought I was dreaming. His wife bought him a dogskin hat and covered his ears when he went out. But that's good, he doesn't have to worry about turning into a zombie.

When I was in college, I saw the laborer again at a banquet, and he no longer wore a dogskin hat, and a white ear grew in the place where it had been missing, and it did not match his swarthy face. Mom told me that he had rubber ears there. I was relieved.

The zombie was eventually returned to the coffin, but was not buried in place.

Chen Shaojin strongly demanded that the coffin be moved to his house with the zombie and placed in the back room. The dead baby girl was still put back into the arms of the zombies.

Then sprinkle lime and charcoal around the carcass, the lime is moisture-proof, and the charcoal deodorizes. The coffin was repainted three times and placed on two wooden benches. Two bricks are placed under the wooden bench.

In this area, many old people in their sixties began to worry about their coffins when they were still very strong, and they must make the coffin well, brush eighteen layers of tung oil, brush three times with black paint, and then knock out the crisp sound of "dong dong" with their fingers on it, and then laugh with satisfaction. My grandmother is a prime example. I'm sorry, I was so busy explaining the story that I forgot to say that my grandfather's stepmother is still alive. Grandpa Ma Xintong originally had a wife, but died shortly after giving birth to his grandfather, so his grandfather married a young lady from a large family who was more than 20 years younger than him. So my grandfather has been dead for many years, and my grandmother is still healthy.

When grandma could still run and jump, she followed her grandfather every day to set up a coffin. Grandpa said impatiently: "Aren't you feeling well now, you don't have any pain at all, so you don't worry about the coffin." ”

Grandma said, "Take off your shoes and sleep today, and tomorrow you don't know if you can wear them." If my coffin is not prepared, I dare not sleep at night. I'm afraid I'll fall asleep, and I won't have a coffin to bury me. I always feel uneasy. ”

Grandpa had no choice but to measure her height and go to the coffin maker to order one. The coffin maker is the equivalent of a carpenter, except that he cannot make other furniture like a carpenter, because people are afraid that the bad luck on his hands will bring it to the house.

Ever since my grandmother moved the coffin to her room, I never dared to go to her room alone. Because I was always suspicious, and I suspected that someone was already lying there in the coffin. And grandma's face was red with joy, not sad because she saw death near, but excited because she had a place to lie after death. When I woke up in the morning, I had to knock my fingers on the coffin a few times, making a very uncomfortable "knock" sound, and at night before going to bed, she would knock on the coffin, which made me often have nightmares.

I don't know if Chen Shaojin will be scared when he looks at the coffin that really has a body inside. With a body in his home, will he feel like he has returned to his original grave? I don't know. However, since the coffin moved into his home, his habits have changed.

First of all, he fell in love with drinking, especially his daughter Red, and he would get drunk every time he drank. But he didn't have much money, and soon he could only drink low-quality liquor. His boy suffered with him.

Second, he rarely came out on sunny days, and in the end he didn't come out almost when the sun came. As a result, his skin became very white, like that of a baby, unlike that of an adult man. The eyes also become extremely fragile and sensitive, and a lot of tears will well-up when the light is a little stronger.

Third, because of the previous two changes, people rarely go to his house, and he hardly goes to other people's homes. He became withdrawn and lonely, almost cut off from the world outside his home.

When the people of the village pass by his door, they feel like they are passing by a grave.