Zhao Wu lay on the bed, closed his eyes hard, and tried to fall asleep. However, the more I want to sleep, the more awake my brain becomes, and all kinds of past things continue to emerge in front of me like a marquee.

Once, when the coffin was opened, the corpse's hand was on his shoulder. Another time, the lid of the coffin was covered with bloodstained scratches. What's the deal with this scratch? Could it be that this person was buried alive?

Thinking of this, Zhao Wu couldn't help but ponder how this person felt at that time. Panic, fear, despair, and finally losing their minds, began to scratch and scratch despite the pain, until the nails fell off, until the blood smeared the coffin board, until suffocation.

Squeak... Squeak...

At this moment, in the direction of the door, there was a sudden creaking sound, as if someone was scratching the door with both hands. Zhao Wu suddenly felt his scalp tingle, his heart was pounding, he wanted to open his eyes to see what was going on, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't open his eyes. What's going on!

Zhao Wu's heart was full of fear, and the creaking sound in his ears was getting closer and closer, as if he saw a person, who was lowering his head and holding a pair of bloody hands, approaching him step by step.

"Don't! Don't come here! Zhao Wu wanted to shout loudly, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make a sound. Zhao Wu stretched out his hands and grabbed his neck hard, trying to squeeze out the thing blocked in his throat, but the more he tried, the more blurred his consciousness became, and the harder he tried, the more he felt that he couldn't make a sound, so he writhed back and forth in horror, struggling to straighten up, but felt that something was blocking him, making him unable to get up.

Coffin lid! Yes, it's the coffin lid! I've been nailed to the coffin! What to do! What to do! Zhao Wu writhed more and more, wanting to smash the coffin wall with his body, but it had no effect.

"Lao Zhao! Lao Zhao! At this moment, Zhao Wu felt that someone was grabbing his hands and wanted to stop him from squeezing the things in his throat, so he exerted all his strength to squeeze and squeeze harder.

Syllable! Syllable! Zhao Wu felt that his face was hot and painful, and his brain regained his consciousness for a short time, so he immediately opened his eyes and vaguely saw that his daughter-in-law was looking at him with a frightened face, and his hands were tightly choking his neck. Cough! Cough! Zhao Wu let go of his hands and began to cough non-stop.

"Lao Zhao, what's wrong with you!" Zhao Feng asked Zhao Wu with a crying voice, Zhao Wu had not fully woken up, but the creaking sound still seemed to be in his ears, so he pointed to the door and told his daughter-in-law with difficulty. "Door, outside the door!" When the daughter-in-law heard this, she hurriedly got out of bed, lit the candles, and walked cautiously to the door.

"Lao Zhao, come on, I'm afraid!" The woman was also frightened by Zhao Wu's abnormal behavior, and stood at the door, never daring to open the door. Zhao Wu recovered a little at this time, reached out and pulled out a sharp knife from under the head of the bed, and then walked slowly to the woman's side.

Zhao Wu took the candle from the woman's hand, pulled out the door bolt, and slowly opened the door. The door was empty, there was nothing. Zhao Wu breathed a deep sigh of relief.

"Ahh Lao Zhao! The woman pointed to the door and screamed in fear. Zhao Wu looked in the direction of the woman's finger, only to see that there were several deep scratches on the door. This scratch was stained with blood, exactly the same as the scratch that Zhao Wu saw that day.

When!

Zhao Wu's head buzzed, the knife in his hand fell to the ground, his body shook back and forth involuntarily, and Zhao Feng immediately reached out to support Zhao Wu. Zhao Wu's face was as pale as paper, his eyes were straight, the corners of his mouth were crooked, and saliva was dripping down.

"Lao Zhao! Lao Zhao! The sound of a woman crying was heard in his ears, but Zhao Wu's eyes could not take off the scratches on the door, and the sound of creaking sounded in his ears again.

………

"Doctor, what's going on?" Zhao Fengshi looked at Zhao Wu who was lying on the bed, and then looked back at the doctor, his heart was numb.

"Physically, it's fine, it's just that I'm a little frightened, and I'm just in a trance." The doctor twisted his beard and spoke eloquently. "I'll prescribe some soothing medicine for him and let him rest for a few days." "Thank you, doctor!" Zhao Fengshi hurriedly thanked him.

"But then, this heart disease still needs heart medicine, if you want him to cheer up again, you still have to get rid of his heart disease." After the doctor finished speaking, he took out his pen and ink and began to write the recipe. Zhao Fengshi couldn't help but look back at the scratches on the door, and knew in his heart that Zhao Wu's heart was on top of this scratches. "Hey!" Zhao Fengshi couldn't help but sigh.

In the next two days, Zhao Wu didn't encounter nightmares at night, but occasionally he would hear a creaking sound, especially when he saw the scratches on the door, he would always involuntarily feel that it was himself who was nailed to the coffin, and his heart would beat faster again, and his body would shake involuntarily.

Seeing Zhao Wu like this, Zhao Feng originally planned to ask Feng Guang and Feng Liang to help, either to change the door or fill in the scratch. However, Zhao Wu did not allow Zhao Fengshi to tell the two of them about this under any circumstances, and insisted that he would wait for two more days and find someone to change him personally. Zhao Fengshi knew that Zhao Wu had a good face, and he was afraid of losing face in front of his relatives, so he had to give up.

Early in the morning of the third day, the brothers Feng Liang and Feng Guang came to Zhao Wu's house. At this time, Zhao Wu's complexion had already improved, and when he saw the two of them coming, he immediately pretended to be fine.

"Big brother, I heard you're sick?" Feng Liang was the first to ask.

"It's just a cold, but it's almost better now." Zhao Wu hurriedly replied.

"That's good, that's good." After Feng Liang finished speaking, he looked left and right, and saw that Zhao Feng had gone to the inner room, so he walked to Zhao Wu's approach. "Big brother, last night, Shopkeeper Wang was already dying."

"Good, good!" Zhao Wu nodded stubbornly. "It's just that I'm seriously ill..."

"Big brother, this trip is a good deal." Feng Guang saw Zhao Wu's hesitant expression, and immediately stepped closer. "The wine of the king's shopkeeper is famous far and wide. It is said that he also paid tribute to the emperor, and the emperor also rewarded some treasures. Feng Guang said this, his face full of greed.

"Yes, big brother, after this deal is done, we can basically wash our hands in a golden basin." Feng Guang said as he looked at Zhao Wu meaningfully, and Zhao Wu couldn't help but feel a little moved. Right! Just do it one last time! Then take the money you have saved and fly away.

Thinking of this, Zhao Wu suddenly felt that his spirit had improved, and the creaking sound seemed to have disappeared, so he was more sure of his thoughts. "Good! Let's go! Zhao Wu explained a few words to Zhao Feng's family, and then led Feng Guang and Feng Liang out of the house and walked towards the shopkeeper Wang's house.

After walking for about ten minutes, Zhao Wu and his party came to the door of the shopkeeper Wang's house. At this time, a white cloth had been hung over the lintel, and two white lanterns had been raised under the porch. When Zhao Wu saw this familiar scene, his mood, which was still a little shaky, immediately stabilized. What's wrong with me these days, I'm scared by dead people! Thinking of this, Zhao Wu's spirit was lifted, and he walked towards the courtyard.

A shed had been erected in the courtyard, and the filial sons and grandsons in sackcloth were running around like headless flies, all of them in a panic. Zhao Wu couldn't help but shake his head when he saw it, and walked quickly towards the main hall.

In the center of the main hall was set up a mourning bed, and the body of the king's treasurer was covered with a white cloth and rested on the mourning bed. Zhao Wu entered the main hall, Wang Baoren, the son of the shopkeeper, was kneeling beside him, looking at the busy people with a blank face, and Zhao Wu immediately stepped forward after seeing it. "Baoren, what are you doing here?"

When Wang Baoren saw Zhao Wu, as if he saw a savior, he immediately stood up and grabbed Zhao Wu's hands tightly. "Uncle Zhao, you can count it." The shopkeeper Wang had such a son as Wang Baoren in his forties, and he was usually spoiled like a baby, so that Wang Baoren was in his twenties, and his mind was still like a child of eleven or twelve.

"Baoren, don't worry, everything has me." Zhao Wu patted Wang Baoren's chest, and Wang Baoren thanked him busily. When the surrounding relatives saw Zhao Wu and several people arrive, they all surrounded him, but everyone's expressions were different. There are those who smile, those who smack their lips with low eyebrows, and those who secretly stomp their feet with frowns. Because Wang Baoren doesn't understand the world, his relatives have their own ghosts, and they all want to take advantage of the chaos, and now that Zhao Wu is here, he naturally can't get anything.

"Everyone's hard work!" Zhao Wuxian hugged his fists and thanked everyone. "As soon as the shopkeeper Wang left, everyone must be sad, but the white matter is a major event related to the family's face, and there is no room for sloppiness. Zhao has the trust of the little shopkeeper and helps him manage one or two, and hopes that all relatives and friends will cooperate. ”

"That's that!" "Master Zhao, it's all up to you." Everyone who said a few words lost their temper, and they all put away their greed and waited for Zhao Wu's deployment. Zhao Wu assigned work for each person, reported the funeral, cut paper, bought a coffin, bought paper people and paper horses, prepared filial piety clothes and hats, etc., and instructed Feng Guang and Feng Liang to find a familiar feng shui gentleman.

After Zhao Wuzhi left everyone, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but show a smile. "Baoren, are you satisfied with this arrangement?" Zhao Wu turned to Wang Baoren, and Wang Baoren nodded busily. "Satisfied! Satisfied! Thank you Uncle Zhao, thank you Uncle Zhao! ”

"Baoren, let's be buried in Shengtang County, do you know what to pay attention to most?" Zhao Wu looked at Wang Baoren meaningfully. "I don't know." Wang Baoren looked ignorant.

"Funeral." Zhao Wu approached Wang Baoren and whispered. "I shouldn't have talked too much about this, but my father and I have been friends for many years, and if the old shopkeeper goes down there and is laughed at for being ridiculed for being too little with the funeral, then it is not mine."

"Zhao Ye is reasonable, reasonable." Wang Baoren is a spoiled child, how can he know about this matter, not to mention that funeral is still a popular custom at that time. "It's just that the little nephew is young and doesn't know how much to accompany so as not to embarrass his father."

"That's easy to say." Zhao Wu saw that Wang Baoren had taken the bait, so he stepped forward and grabbed his hand. "The king's favorite shopkeeper during his lifetime must be indispensable. In addition, there are a few more pieces of porcelain from the official kiln, which is already reasonable. If there are one or two antiques, then the shopkeeper Wang will be able to walk swaggeringly when he reaches the bottom. ”

"Father's favorite? Antique? Wang Baoren frowned, pondered for a moment, and then looked up at Zhao Wu. My father's favorite thing is a jade wrench, which he usually wears on his hand and has never been willing to take it off. Zhao Ye, you have seen it. After Wang Baoren finished speaking, he walked to the body of the shopkeeper Wang, lifted the white cloth, rolled up the sleeves of the shroud, and revealed the thumb of the shopkeeper Wang.

This wrench is crystal clear, white with green, and there is a camellia-shaped pattern in the middle. The pattern is as if it is alive, and the five petals disappear for a while, and then reappear one after another. Baby! Valuable baby! Zhao Wu's eyes were straight. This wrench, to say the least, is worth 5,000 taels of silver! "Okay, good, virtuous nephew, I really didn't see that you have such filial piety!"

"Hey, my father has always spoiled my little nephew, and my little nephew should always show filial piety." When Wang Baoren said this, he couldn't help but lift the white cloth covering the body of the shopkeeper Wang, and the face of the shopkeeper was revealed. Zhao Wu inadvertently looked up at Wang Baoren's hand, his heart couldn't help but chuckle, his head buzzed, and the sound of squeaking in his ears sounded again.

At this time, Shopkeeper Wang was staring at Zhao Wu with round eyes, gritting his teeth!