Chapter Twenty-Five: Charms

(Continued on Thursday)

"Charms?" The fat man and I were stunned.

"Amimani coax? Taishang Laojun is as anxious as a law? The fat man said. As he spoke, he also posed as a half-immortal who rolled his eyes and pinched his fingers to tell fortunes.

Lan glanced at him and ignored him.

The fat man was bored with himself, and hummed twice to retract his shape.

"This is a spell to suppress ghosts?" I asked Ran. At this time, I suddenly remembered the yellow paper full of charms in Hong Kong zombie movies.

"It's not a soul." Lan said.

"What's that town?" I asked.

Before Lan could answer me, the fat man on the side walked to the door and pushed it open. "If you go in the town or something, you will know if you look at it."

"Don't go in!" Lan wanted to stop the fat man, but he was still one step too late. The fat man had already pushed the door open and entered.

"Huh." The fat man took a breath. I quickly followed up as soon as I saw it.

The room was empty, except for a very old coffin in the middle. Directly in front of the hall is a square table with a spiritual table. However, because no one has cleaned it up for too long, it has accumulated a thick layer of dust.

Lan walked to the edge of the spiritual seat, picked up the sign and wiped the dust off it.

"Damn, this man is so poor. There wasn't even a funeral thing. The fat man took a flashlight and swept around the hall a few times and found nothing valuable, so he couldn't help but scold.

"Come on," I said, "I think this house is the most valuable." Do you have the ability to get a house to bury you after you die? ”

The fat man watched me tease him and snorted. Then he looked at the coffin and said, "This wooden building is worth a few dollars." As he spoke, he sighed again, "It seems that I can only pin my hope in the coffin." So saying, the fat man walked over to the coffin and reached out to wipe the dust from it.

The fat man rubbed a small area and then made a "hmm". "Hey, phoenix coffin?"

"What is a phoenix coffin?" I asked.

The fat man's flashlight shook in the small area that had been wiped out, and motioned for me to come over and look. I walked over and saw that there was a bird pattern in the place where the fat man rubbed out.

"What kind of bird is this? It's not like a phoenix. I asked the fat man.

The fat man cut and said, "Can the previous painting techniques be compared with the current ones?" ”

I saw that the fat man couldn't help but start preaching again, so I hurriedly interrupted him: "Okay, okay, it's not a bird, it's a phoenix." What did you just say? What is a phoenix coffin? ”

"This phoenix coffin," said the fat man, "generally speaking, men are compared to dragons, and women are compared to styles." You know, right? ”

I sighed, "Oh, you mean there's a woman in this coffin?" ”

The fat man nodded: "That's right." As he spoke, he took his backpack and threw it aside, taking out a crowbar from it: "Come, let the fat man see what jewelry you have." As he spoke, he was going to pry the lid of the coffin.

"Wait." Lan on the side said suddenly.

Hearing Lan speak, the fat man was stunned for a moment, and stopped to look at her: "Don't worry, there are good things for us to divide equally." ”

"Something is wrong with this coffin." Lan said.

"Something is wrong?" The fat man was stunned again, and then asked, "What do you say?" ”

Lan didn't answer the fat man, but walked over to the coffin and reached out to wipe the dust from it.

The fat man was baffled by Lan and stood by in a daze watching her wipe the dust.

After Lan wiped off a third of the dust, the coffin also revealed its original vermilion. It's just that I found that black lines appeared on the coffin, either horizontal or vertical. The black line divides the coffin into palm-sized squares.

"Huh?" The fat man next to him snorted. I turned my face to look at him and saw him staring at the coffin with a frown, as if thinking something.

"How?" I asked the fat man.

"Oops," the fat man took a breath. "Ink fountain, ink line. - Holy! ”

"What's wrong?" I asked the fat man, "What ink fountain ink line?" What is it? ”

The fat man ignored me, turned his head and asked Lan: "Sister Lan, should this charm at the door be?"

Lan nodded and said, "Suppress the corpse." ”

"Damn, the more I talk about it, the more outrageous it becomes." I reminded the fat man to be reliable.

The fat man looked at me seriously and said, "If there is only a corpse suppression charm at the door, then I am not afraid of the fat man." Now the coffin is painted with ink lines. As he spoke, the fat man subconsciously took a few steps back and kept a distance from the coffin.

"What the hell is that ink line?" I said impatiently.

The fat man pointed to the black line on the coffin and said, "Oh, this is the ink line." After saying that, I still looked puzzled, and explained to me: "The ink line used to be used by carpenters to mark and divide the wood. At that time, the ink line was usually stained with ink or other dyes. ”

"Then what's on top of the coffin now?"

"The deceased in this coffin showed signs of corpse transformation before he was buried, and the mourners had no choice but to use this method to trap the body in the coffin." Lan said suddenly.

"Yes, yes, yes." The fat man said, "But this ink line is not made of dye. It should be chicken blood."

I was stunned by the fat man and the rotten words, and subconsciously looked at the coffin: "According to your meaning, the corpse in this coffin will still move?" "Damn, I've been tied up in a coffin for I don't know how many years, won't I starve to death?

"I don't know." The fat man shrugged, and then went to ask Lan, "I said, let's change the room, right?" Damn, even if the coffin is full of gold, I can't use it if I don't die. ”

As soon as the fat man finished speaking, a muffled sound came out of the coffin.

Lan and the fat man, as well as I, almost subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound.

No way? I chuckled inwardly.

"Boom." There was another crashing sound from the coffin. The fat man reflexively took a few steps back, drew his dagger with his backhand and stared at the coffin vigilantly.

Lan also took a few steps back, then backhanded the dagger on his waist. But when I touched it back, I saw that she was slightly stunned, and then withdrew her hand and put on a vigilant posture.

"Squeak-"

Just as we tensed our nerves and prepared to deal with the emergency, a creaking sound peculiar to a mouse came from the coffin. Immediately afterwards, the rat, which had been fat, burst out of the side of the coffin.

"Fuck, there are rats in this place too?" The fat man breathed a sigh of relief and thrust the dagger back into its scabbard.

I saw that Lan's shoulders also loosened slightly.

"This knife is yours, isn't it?" I walked next to Daolan and handed her the strange-shaped knife. "You forgot about it on the cliff."

"Thank you." Lan took the knife and put his backhand back in the scabbard. Then he walked into the coffin and squatted down to look closely. Looks like I'm looking for something.

"These rats are all nesting in it, so they shouldn't be corpses, right?" The fat man muttered to himself. As he spoke, he picked up the crowbar and was going to pry the coffin board again.

Lan next to him glanced at the fat man, as if he wanted to say something, but he still didn't say it. He just stood up and gave way to the side.

The fat man saw Lan take the initiative to make way for him, thinking that Lan acquiesced and even supported him to open the coffin, and couldn't help but be overjoyed. He spat a little saliva into the palm of his hand and rubbed it, and thrust the crowbar into the gap and pressed it down. I only heard a crisp sound from the coffin lid, and it was directly pried open by the fat man.

"I really haven't seen a fat man who has been transformed into a corpse before he is buried. Come, let the fat man take a look. The fat man threw the crowbar as he spoke, and looked into the coffin.