Outside, the sun was setting, and there were less than six hours left.

I handed the wrapped human skin and corpse oil to my uncle, and after he took it, he took out the lantern skeleton that he had prepared a long time ago.

After the uncle cut the human skin, wrapped it carefully, and then placed a hollow white wax at the wick, poured the corpse oil into the white wax, and inserted a lead, even if the production was completed.

When making the lantern, I noticed that my uncle's left hand had only four fingers, and the missing little finger had a smooth and flat section.

I didn't ask Uncle Shi about the reason for his broken finger, because I thought it was a past event that would make Uncle Shi sad and sad.

I didn't want to touch my uncle's sore spots, I didn't want to make him sad, so I didn't ask any more.

But when I realized it, I was shocked by what I thought.

I actually think about others and take into account the feelings of others, could it be that it is really the yellow-skinned grave that has made me have the changes I have now?

After making the lanterns, it was already completely dark, so my uncle and I had a simple meal, each picked up a flashlight, and went up the mountain.

On the way, my uncle told me that as soon as the time came, I would be buried in the coffin, and as long as I heard the first rooster crow in the morning in the coffin, the second burial would be completed.

"What if you didn't hear it?" I asked worriedly.

"Then what greets you should be the shadow of the underworld."

When I came to Uncle Li's grave, the grave pit had already been dug here, and the coffin was also put into it.

Looking at everything that had been arranged, I was a little nervous, my broken nasal bone ached, and my breathing became short.

Uncle Shi stepped forward, patted me on the shoulder and comforted, "Don't be afraid, it'll be fine." ”

I nodded, hesitated, and said, "Uncle Shi, even if I really can't survive, you have to remember that she is innocent when you rescue Zhixi." ”

"When did you still think about that girl and say you didn't like her?" Uncle Shi said with a smile.

"No, I'll just say it." I swallowed and sat down on a large rock.

Uncle Shi sat next to me, and this time, there were still two hours away.

During the two-hour waiting time, I had nothing to do, and I talked a lot with Uncle Li.

From Hongmen to Uncle Li, I asked everything, and Uncle Shi knew everything.

Regarding Hongmen, Uncle Shi said that Hongmen is an outlier in the metaphysical school.

In the Tao, more people like to call Hongmen a miscellaneous door, for no other reason, because Hongmen teaches everything and learns everything.

It is not like a famous family like Maoshan Longhu, it has its own inheritance foundation, and Hongmen started halfway.

The founder of the sect is a Taoist priest from Youfang, who learned the world's metaphysical Taoism and became a school of his own.

But because of some things, in recent years, Hongmen has gradually disappeared, and the people on the road will be red-eyed when they hear about Hongmen, and they can't wait to completely punish Hongmen people!

"Chen Xian, if you can survive, when you walk the rivers and lakes in the future, don't claim to be from Hongmen, it will only bring you unnecessary trouble, you just say, you are a miscellaneous person, cough cough ......"

"But isn't the miscellaneous gate the Hongmen?" I asked, puzzled.

Uncle Shi shook his head and said that the miscellaneous gate was just a general term, and it had this title before Hongmen.

It describes those Taoist monks who learn a hammer in the east and a stick in the west, and half a bottle of water is swaying, but it is Hongmen, which makes the word miscellaneous gradually change from a derogatory meaning to a positive meaning.

I call myself a miscellaneous person, as long as I don't mention Hongmen, people will only think of me as a Taoist priest, and I will avoid causing trouble for myself.

I nodded, since Uncle Shi didn't tell me what specific things were, he naturally had his reasons, and I didn't ask any more.

After that, we talked about Uncle Li again.

I desperately want to know whether the contents of the so-called letter left to me by Uncle Li are true or false.

After the Huang Pizi incident was revealed, I thought that the content of Uncle Li's self-proclaimed heinous content in the letter was made up by Huang Pizi.

But until noon today, the words spoken by the Facebook man seemed to be to verify the content of the letter.

Uncle Shi gave me an affirmative reply, the letter was not written by Uncle Li, but the content of the letter was eight points true and two points false.

The highest level of lies is like this, Huang Pizi recompiled a letter according to the content of Uncle Li's original, making me think that Uncle Li was dead, so that I could go to 'continue my life' with peace of mind.

If it weren't for Uncle Shi's timely appearance, I'm afraid that I would have become the ration of that yellow skin a long time ago.

Minutes and seconds passed. At night, the mountain wind is strong and cool, and it is extremely uncomfortable to be accompanied by mosquito bites.

Uncle Shi glanced at the time: "It's almost, let's bury it." ”

My heart hangs again, it's time to come, it's still coming.

I picked up the lantern and stepped on the slightly slippery dirt to make my way to the coffin.

Before I went into the coffin, I looked at the dirt on my shoes and felt like something was going to happen.

Behind me, my uncle's urging came, and I climbed into the coffin, lay down, and laid the lantern flat on my chest.

Uncle Shi closed the coffin for me, filled the soil, and when the coffin lid was closed, the coffin fell into darkness.

The sound of dirt slapping on the lid of the coffin was constantly heard in my ears.

I took out the match I had prepared, struck it, and lit the lantern.

The corpse oil burned, emitting a smoky stench.

I closed my eyes and began to wait for the time to pass.

I don't know how long it took, but the movement around me disappeared completely.

I'm also used to the smell of corpse oil in the coffin.

However, on top of that, there was an unusually sour smell that was constantly lingering on the tip of my nose.

I tried to find the source of the smell, but the space in the coffin was so narrow that I couldn't even turn over, let alone anything else.

I tried to be patient, but the smell was getting stronger.

It wasn't until it overshadowed the smell of burning corpse oil that I realized something wasn't right.

I shook my stiff head and found that the coffin under the back of my head was wet.

When I reached out and touched it, the wall of the coffin was also extremely wet, and the whole coffin seemed to be soaked in water.

Suddenly, I remembered the wet mud from my shoes just before I was in the coffin.

It hasn't rained in the past two days, so how can the mud on the ground be wet?

I wiped the water off the coffin wall, put it to the tip of my nose and sniffed it.

It was a disgusting sourness, strong and pungent.

I'm familiar with this smell, I think I've smelled it.

But for a while, I couldn't remember even after racking my brain.

Until a dull knock made my whole brain, buzzing, like a thunderbolt from the sky.

The knocking sound came from behind me, but now the coffin is buried in the earth, and I am lying in the coffin, and there is only dirt behind me, who is knocking on the coffin?

For a moment, my hair trembled, and it dawned on me.

I said how that sour smell was so familiar.

The smell was the smell of the corpse water that had been soaked in the corpse.

And in the cemetery, there will be corpse water inexplicably, or so many cases, excluding the decay of the coffin and the seepage of water, there is only one possibility, the place chosen by Uncle Shi is actually a place to raise corpses!