The old carpenter said, "Little brother, the old man came here last night, and I don't know what happened between you. But for now, the old man thinks you should figure out how to make this coffin. ”

As he spoke, he glanced at Wu Lao's corpse.

I understand what he means, he refers to the fact that Wu Lao's corpse was riveted into seven shou nails by Huang Jinshan in the way of the Big Dipper, locking the evil qi in his body, and the only way to let Wu Lao enter the burial safe and sound is to use the yang energy to neutralize the evil qi in his body.

And if you want to neutralize the evil energy in his body, the only way to make the yang energy of this coffin even worse.

Someone must ask, weren't the seven Shou nails pulled out by Wu Can?

Objectively speaking, it was indeed pulled out by Wu Can, but on the whole, what he pulled out was only a shou nail, and it had no effect on the evil qi in his body.

To make a simple analogy, just like when building a house, the cement and sand are mixed with water, after stirring, its hardness is like a trip to mud, once it is fixed with a container, it will not take long, its hardness is not as hard as iron, at least it is hard, even if the container is removed, the hardness of the cement is still hard and abnormal.

And the seven Shou Nails of Jin Shan's riveted into Wu Lao's corpse, these seven Shou Nails were like containers, fixing the evil qi in Wu Lao's body, even if the seven Shou Nails were taken away, it was still the same.

To tell the truth, if Huang Jinshan hadn't riveted seven Shou nails into Wu Lao's body, the coffin I had made so far would be enough to deal with. But after being riveted into the seven shou nails by the golden good, I am afraid that the yang energy will not be enough to neutralize the evil qi in Wu Lao's body.

This made my face sink suddenly, and I subconsciously walked towards Wu Lao, and the old carpenter said again on the side, "Little brother, in the current situation, I'm afraid there are only two ways, one is to cremate Wu Lao's body on the spot, and the other is ... ”

As he spoke, he paused, glanced at me meaningfully, and continued: "The other is to engrave the ghost craftsman's inscription on this coffin, and there is really no way to do it other than these two methods. ”

I whispered, there are only these two ways at present, as for the first method, I haven't considered it at all, the reason is very simple, on the way to Dongguan, Wu Lao once joked with me that he is most afraid of fire in his life, if his body is cremated, I estimate that his old man will be disliked, and he will make something come out.

In other words, there is only one way left, and that is to carve the ghost craftsman on the coffin.

However, I don't understand the ghost craftsman at all.

The old carpenter should have seen my difficulties, and said lightly: "That's right, the old man has lived for seventy or eighty years, and the ghost craftsman has seen a lot, but he can use the ghost craftsman, the old man has only seen two people who can use it, one is your master, and the other is..." ”

At this point, he paused, smiled lightly, and stopped talking.

My mind at that time was always on Wu Lao, and I didn't care much about who the second person he said was, so I said something lightly, and walked over to the ghost craftsman Qianwen that Huang Jinshan had brought over.

The ghost craftsman of the golden good is almost the same as the ghost craftsman in my hand, they are all small wooden barrels, the material of the wooden barrel is the best golden silk nanmu, about 15 centimeters high, the diameter is about 8 centimeters, and the ghost craftsman is carved in the east, south, west and north four directions, a total of four totems.

The totem on the ghost craftsman in my hand looks like a human character, and this totem is like a Chinese character, the font in the four directions looks quite similar, but if you look closely, there is a great difference between each word and the word, and the specific difference can not be described in words.

It's a mysterious.

I stared at this ghost craftsman for a long time, and I felt that my spirit was muddy, and my eyes were dull and empty.

It's exactly the same feeling as the first time I watched the ghost craftsman. However, the difference is that this time when I saw this ghost craftsman, I seemed to have a hint of epiphany, and I felt that this Chinese character was not composed of one word, but by countless tiny sawdust.

At that moment, I looked stunned, cleared my thoughts, sat on the ground, closed my eyes slightly, stretched out my hand to touch the word in the east, and carefully felt the word 'medium' with my fingers.

At first, I used my thumb and kept rubbing on the word 'medium' without feeling anything.

I subconsciously changed my index finger to the word 'middle'.

The strange thing is that the moment my index finger touched the word 'Zhong', my head was heavy, and I only felt that the word 'Zhong' was particularly hot, which made me frown, and I quickly changed my middle finger to touch the word 'Zhong'.

The evil thing is that when the middle finger touches it, it is the same as the thumb touch, and it doesn't feel anything at all.

Don't... My index finger.

With this in mind, I slowly opened my eyes and looked at my index finger, when I was born, my right index finger was charred as charcoal, even the nails were black, as if they had been roasted by a fire, until I was six years old, the skin of this index finger became normal, but the nails have been black all these years.

Many times, when I meet strangers, I always subconsciously hide this finger. After all, normal people's nails are red.

However, just now, I suddenly realized that before I was born, my father asked a fingersmith to find a way, and after the fingersmith told my father the way, he committed suicide inexplicably.

Wait, a fingersmith has only one finger, and when I was born, I had one finger charred as charcoal.

Is there some kind of connection?

As soon as I thought of this, I quickly closed my eyes and slowly stretched out my finger to touch the word 'Zhong' on the east side of the ghost craftsman's Qianwen.

This time, as soon as my index finger touched the word "Zhong", the previous hot feeling reappeared, and I forcibly endured the hot feeling and pressed the word "Zhong" to death, and gradually, the temperature of the word "Zhong" gradually dropped.

At the same time, I just felt as if there was a 'medium' word in my mind, and that word kept churning and churning in my mind, and finally floated diagonally in my mind.

Instantly, I had a very strange feeling in my heart, as if I knew that word, and it seemed to be very familiar with me.

This feeling is really mysterious, and it can't be expressed in words at all, only the person concerned knows it in his heart.

At that moment, I didn't dare to open my eyes, dragging the small wooden bucket with my left hand, and the index finger of my right hand kept pressing on the word 'Zhong', then slowly got up, moved towards Wu Lao's coffin, and shouted at Su Xiaoman in my mouth, "Quick, bring me the carving knife." ”