He quickly integrated into the living atmosphere of the small fishing village, no, the village elder Jiang fished out a big silver carp that weighed more than ten catties in the river, and specially invited the three members of the Park family to eat. At the wine table, he praised Wushuang a lot, he said that he just didn't have a boudoir 'girl', and if there was a boudoir 'girl', Wushuang would definitely not be able to run.

In the house, Lao Jiang and the Park family were chatting while drinking tea, and Brother Jiang was scraping the scales of the fish outside, and he was shouting after a while.

"Dad, Lao Pu, come over and take a look, what's in the belly of this fish?"

When everyone heard the sound, they saw Brother Jiang take out a key about the length of a little thumb from the belly of the fish, the surface of this key was covered with patina, the style seemed to be ancient, and the shape was very peculiar, but how could such a big key be swallowed by the silver carp? What kind of lock did it open?

"What's the matter? Hurry up, there are relatives at home and still have the leisure to watch this? Hurry up and stew, Dad wants to have two cups with you Lao Pu today." "Everyone didn't pay attention to it, Brother Jiang threw the copper key aside, and was put into his pocket by Wushuang, Wushuang saw that the copper key was ancient, and thought that if he met an expert in the future, he might be able to sell it for some money.

It's already November, and the first snow is coming down in a blink of an eye, and the banks of the Yalu River are covered with endless snow, and the scenery is innumerable. The Dong family has not given up, now not only them, but even the local public security bureau is all dispatched, searching for outsiders door to door, but Lao Pu has already 'spent' money for Wushuang in advance to open a household registration, named Park Shuangshuang, plus Jin 'Hua' is unwilling to let the Dong family find their own wishful husband so early, the police have been playing haha.

The old people in Tunzi said that this year was not good, and they all said that it was a good year, but it snowed so much, but there was no ice ballast on the surface of the Yalu River. This is indeed convenient for fishermen, but once the fish do not have this winter to recuperate, I am afraid that there will be no new fish fry in the river in the next year's 'spring'.

The old people said that this was related to Wushuang's killing of the giant turtle in the river a few days ago, and it was he who damaged the water eye in the river, so the 'yin' and yang in the river were reversed and the five elements were uneven, so that it did not freeze.

People on the water's edge are 'superstitious', knowing that there is no dragon lord, but the weather is bad and it is easy to complain about the sky, everyone has set up sacrifices and all the people of Tunzi worship the dragon lord and pray for good weather in the coming year.

Coincidentally, the whole Tunzi people were worshipping the dragon king on the altar by the river, and a big object suddenly floated up in the river.

When I looked away, it seemed to be a black 'colored' piece of wood, and when I got closer, it turned out to be a black coffin. The people must be no one who dares to touch this evil play, relying on the mountains to eat the mountains and relying on the water to draft the water, the people on the riverside pay attention to this, saying that this is an ominous thing, maybe it is the dragon lord of the Yalu River to warn the world again.

But the more no one dared to fish, the closer the black coffin was to them, and it came slowly along the river, and when it was almost to the shore, it could not be stabbed with a stick. In the end, the black coffin was pushed ashore by a strange ghost, just like countless water ghosts under the coffin deliberately gave this hoodoo to Longwangtun.

There are fishermen in the tunzi, but no one has seen this play for so many years, in the end, it is the true legend of water collection, Lao Pu's ancestors have been picking Dongzhu by the river, what strange things have not been seen. He said that at the beginning of Bengcheng's elimination of rats, the government and local fishermen had found a master to cast a bronze coffin in order to pray for blessings, and it is said that the coffin was sunk and just settled on the water eye, which was to suppress the frequent floods in those years. Maybe this coffin is the giant coffin that was pressed against the water eye.

"Lao Pu, what is in this coffin?" Wushuang was bold and did not believe in evil, and walked over alone and flicked the coffin lid with his finger a few times, and there was an echo of an empty 'hole' inside, as if after so many years, the contents of the coffin had rotted away.

"I don't know, only the feng shui master who instructed the casting of this bronze coffin knew about it. ”

Someone Jian yì hurriedly pushed it back into the river, no matter whether this coffin was auspicious or vicious, it was an old object in the Yalu River. There are also people who build yì to 'hand' it over to the local government to deal with.

There are so many good young people in every tunzi, who think that they have studied for a few years and worked in the city for a few years. A few young men did not believe in evil and rushed up to open the coffin. Of course, they are not blind, everyone knows what the coffin is, pretending to be dead, and such a decent bronze coffin is afraid that the person holding it is not an ordinary identity, and there must be burial goods.

The village elder Jiang couldn't stand up to a group of young people, so he asked everyone to go home and get the tools and wanted to open them. But no matter how much everyone wants to break their heads and tries their best, the copper coffin seems to be a natural copper gada, and it can't be opened no matter how it 'gets'.

"Hey, look, there's a little hole under the coffin's head?"

Everyone gathered around to take a look, but it was not true, there happened to be a small hole in the middle of the coffin head, and the small hole was not big, as if it was a keyhole. It's just that I've never heard of anyone's coffin with a lock since ancient times, which is really weird.

Wushuang compared it in his heart, and found that this keyhole was just right to be 'inserted' into the key in the stomach of the silver carp that Brother Jiang fished up a few days ago, could it be it...... He didn't dare to say much, he knew that the things in this coffin were by no means so simple, and he couldn't get into trouble before he was completely sure.

The village chief asked a few young men in the prime of life to temporarily store the coffin in a ruined temple in the westernmost part of Tunzi, and sent a few young people to guard it day and night, for fear that something would bring nightmares to the small fishing village.

In the dead of night, the night is dark and windy...... There was no one in the tunzi early, and Wushuang walked alone on the country road, surrounded by a 'yin' wind. He still hadn't suppressed his curiosity. This curiosity about the unknown is something he is born with, as he is a descendant of the thief.

When I walked to the ruined temple, I saw that several young people were getting together to make a fire and play mahjong to strengthen each other's courage. When he saw that he didn't have a chance, he sat down against the wall and closed his eyes.

"Kid, don't touch that coffin! once the demon is released, you can't deal with it!" came the voice of a hoarse old man in the dream.

"Who? Who's talking to me?"

There was nothing around him, as if he was in a dream in a chaotic state without heaven and earth.

"Is that you? why did you dial me several times?" shouted Wushuang.

The surroundings were quiet, and there was not even a single figure, as if he was the only one in this 'chaotic' world. He knew that it must have been the half-immortal old man who reminded him-

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