"Who?"

I tried to shout, but there was no response, just a more rapid knock on the door.

Click-

The branches of the trees against the door were broken, and a gust of wind blew into the courtyard, rolling up the dead grass in the courtyard, and blowing so that we could not open our eyes.

A young man covered in mud and even his hair was stained with mud, step by step into the courtyard.

The young man was about seventeen or eighteen years old, his face was pale, and even his hair was mixed with dirt.

Sun Weiwei leaned next to me and whispered in fear, "Big brother, is it a ghost?"

"No, it's not. I didn't feel any ghost breath from him, and I didn't feel any corpse breath from him."

The appearance of this young man looks like no one or a ghost, but I guess he must have strayed into the mountain drunk and strayed into the mountains.

I asked, "Young man, who are you looking for?"

The young man moved his lips as if he wanted to speak, and a uh-uh-uh sound came out of his throat, but he couldn't say a complete word.

I stepped forward and pressed my palm against his Celestial Spirit Cover to examine his body.

I suspect that he was in a car crash or a landslide on the road, which injured the central nervous system of the brain and therefore looked delirious.

Something even stranger happened.

This guy has neither the breath of a living man nor the evil breath of a dead man.

Not the living, not the dead.

Not ghosts, not corpses.

What the hell is this young man!?

It's a strange thing, it's the first time I've seen something so strange when I'm so big.

I could feel that there was a large lump of dirt in his throat, stuck in his throat and trachea, and his face was bruised.

The young man's face was blue, his eyes bulged outward, and his eyes were full of pleading.

"The spirit of the earth rises in the middle, and the spirit of heaven breaks through the barrier!"

"Open it for me!"

I slapped the young man in the lower abdomen, and he spat out a mouthful of dirt and stood still, gasping for air.

Sun Weiwei's beautiful eyes widened, and she said in disbelief: "Such a big mouthful of mud, he didn't even suffocate on the road!"

I shook my head, "Who knows, it's unbelievable."

Tonight, Grandpa Tenggu asked me to keep a vigil with Sun Weiwei, perhaps just to wait for this strange young man.

But I don't understand, what is the point of this?

After the young man had caught his breath, he walked up to us in a daze and asked in a dry and hoarse voice, "Who is the owner of the coffin shop?"

I looked at Sun Weiwei.

Sun Weiwei is timid, and she is a little afraid of young people who behave strangely.

No matter how high the cultivation is, as long as it doesn't go through a big scene, it will naturally fear ghosts and gods, and Sun Weiwei is no exception.

I said, "I am, what do you want to do?"

The young man knelt down at me, puffed out his cheeks and seemed to want to cry, but his eyes were red but he didn't cry.

"I'll kowtow to you, please give me a coffin!"

The young man knelt down and kowtowed vigorously to me.

"No, not really!"

I hurriedly lifted the young man up, "It's just a coffin, and it's not a valuable thing."

"If you need it, and you have a shyness in your pocket, I can send it home for you."

"Thank you!"

The young man was so stubborn that he couldn't pull it back, so he knelt on the ground and kowtowed to me three times before giving up.

"You don't need to send it, I'll carry it myself."

Sun Weiwei patted the freshly made coffin behind us, "This is solid wood, how do you move it?"

The young man circled the coffin and smacked his lips in satisfaction.

He rolled over and burrowed into the coffin, and lay himself motionless, his hands folded over his chest.

After lying quietly for a few seconds, the young man came out of the coffin, tentatively clasped the gap in the coffin with both hands, and lifted it little by little.

coffin

Lifting it a little bit, he turned over and put the coffin firmly on his back.

His forehead was bruised, his muscles were spasmodic and he grinned at me.

"Thank you, big brother, thank you, big sister, I will repay you in the next life."

After speaking, the young man carried the coffin and walked out of the courtyard step by step.

I stood there for a long time, feeling a little stupid.

At least there must be a coffin weighing more than 400 pounds, even two strong men are difficult to lift, how did the young man lift it!?

Also, what the hell is he!?

I wanted to chase the door out and see what was going on.

Pushing open the gate of the courtyard, there was still a strong wind outside, the miasma of fallen leaves was dancing in the mountain forest, and there was no half a figure in the thick and hidden place ahead.

It's so weird that this guy can run so fast!

I went back to the courtyard and thought to myself, how I felt that something was wrong.

I, whose soul power has reached the peak of being a monk and a Taoist, still has something to understand, and this ability is a very strange thing.

All night, when I made the coffin again, my heart was full of pimples.

Early the next morning, when I saw Tenggu yawning and going out to wash, I couldn't wait to catch up.

Together with Sun Weiwei, I poured out what happened last night to Tenggu.

"Grandpa, the young man last night, is it a human or a ghost?"

"I don't know."

Tenggu looked smiling, but looking at his breezy appearance, he must know something, but he didn't want to tell me.

For the rest of the day, Sun Weiwei and I were still making coffins.

At about seven o'clock in the afternoon, when we had dinner, Tenggu suddenly spoke, "Qianlong dragon, I heard that there is a family mourning at the bottom of the mountain, you can go over and have a look."

"Hopefully, last night's confusion can be answered today."

After holding back the problem for a whole day, there was finally a way to solve it, and I immediately summoned the Pure Bone Spirit Horse and was about to prepare to go.

"Big brother, take me with you!"

Sun Weiwei chased out the door, and I grabbed her by the arm, dragged her onto the horse, and rode down the mountain.

According to Tenggu, the mourner's house is in the southeast corner of the village, about fifteen miles away from here.

After only ten minutes on my horse, I saw a family with a white lantern hanging from a long distance.

On the big white lantern, there is a big word written 'Dian Nian'.

A group of people dressed in filial piety clothes are busy inside and out.

There was a mourning shed in the courtyard, and when we got closer, what was parked inside was the coffin in the store yesterday.

On the coffin, a portrait of a young man was placed.

In the portrait, the young man has a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and he looks white and clean.

I recognized at a glance that this young man was the one who had carried the coffin on his back last night.

Seeing me standing at the door of the shed, an old lady with red eyes wiped her tears and stepped forward.

"You two, are you Mumu's friends?"

Mu Mu should be the nickname of this young man.

The old woman in front of her was Mu Mu's mother.