psychic coffin shop

Chapter 63

The interior decoration is very simple, except for a single bed and a small low table placed at the head of the bed, there is nothing else, of course, considering that the space does not allow other redundant things to be placed.

The moment Su Ren entered the door and closed the narrow wooden door, all the hustle and bustle noise disappeared without a trace, and a restriction was placed casually. The small house and the outside world are on two sides of the world. Enjoy a pantomime.

Standing quietly by the window, through the foggy gray glass, Shen Yitang could see clearly that Dashan—that is, the father of the little boy with severed fingers, was walking among all kinds of people with a face full of perseverance, The funeral was held in a very decent manner, and anyone who saw it would probably want to praise it and then sympathize with it.

But is this really the case?

Shen Yitang saw it clearly, every time Dashan went to the coffin with an expression of forcibly enduring grief to light up the light, the soul of the woman shackled in the thin coffin screamed silently in horror, and scratched frantically with her half-long black nails The coffin board seemed to be terrified. Whenever this happened, the abdomen of the living soul bulging into a ball shrank for a while, and the yin qi flew away.

But no matter how the inside of the coffin was tossed, there was no movement outside, and everything was tightly locked in the square inch of the coffin by a thin layer of ink fountain thread.

Dashan could clearly see the living soul of the woman in the coffin. Whenever he saw the woman's terrified expression, it was as if he had watched a good show. Thinking of extreme fear.As soon as he turned his head, he returned to the appearance of struggling in grief.

This person...isn't he tired?

"Is he so good-looking? Or do you like this one?"

The sore waist was tightly shackled, the back was pressed tightly against the cool chest, and the earlobe was caught by the tip of the tongue that was also cool, Shen Yitang's body trembled, then he tightened, and said through gritted teeth: "...Get out."

Even if he didn't need to look in the mirror, he must know that his head must be covered with black lines and his eyes are blood red.

"Take a break first. There are too many people now. No matter what he does or what we do, it's inconvenient. I guess we can still sleep for four or five hours." Knowing when the low bed with a new set of quilts was changed, he naturally took off his shoes and socks, and then put on his own clothes and lay down.

The bed was not big, and there were two young men with an average height of 1.8 meters crowded together. Shen Yitang could only nestle tightly in Su Ren's arms, and the bed board under him was probably old. There was a tooth-piercing earth shaking, which was so embarrassing that he didn't dare to move.

This awkward posture was not comfortable at all, how could he be able to sleep, Shen Yitang closed his eyes and tried his luck for a while, resisting the urge to smash his old nephew into the wall but he couldn't pull it out.

Suddenly, Shen Yitang felt the powerful arms of the person beside him tightly encircling him, followed by a whirlwind...

"What do you want to do! There is no end!"

Shen Yitang, who was lying on Su Ren's body, suddenly couldn't hold back anymore. He thought that Su Ren was coming again, and the anger of being forced to "squeeze and exploit" for a long time suddenly went to his head, his IQ dropped to a negative number in an instant, and he mouthed ruthlessly. Biting Su Ren's chest fiercely, he never let go...

"Give me some restraint!" Besides, although it was an open-air mat in the afternoon, there were only the two of them, and now the outside is bustling with people...

"Sleep, this bed is so narrow, why don't you sleep on me, what do you think I'll do? Huh?"

Shen Yitang looked suspicious, but he never had a heat regardless of the occasion, like the one in the sports car in the afternoon...

"The bed will collapse. But...do you count that as an invitation?"

Shen Yitang quickly nestled back into Su Ren's arms, closed her eyes, and fell asleep.

Gently put a cold hickey on Shen Yitang's white forehead, grabbed the jacket at the side, wrapped her body tightly, and Su Ren slowly closed her eyes...

……

The night is getting cooler, and the bright full moon is blocked by layers of clouds at some point, and the quiet small mountain village is pitch black, and you can't see your fingers.

The village chief’s courtyard was full of villagers. At about eleven o’clock, the big guys dispersed in twos and threes after visiting the village with the portrait of the dead woman and having a simple supper at Dashan’s house. The daughter-in-law and mother-in-law are washing and rinsing in the east ear room, and start cleaning up.

The yard became even more empty after the silence, especially the black coffin parked firmly in the center of the yard. Even with the ever-burning lamp on, the electric light above the head was always on all night. Looking at it at a glance, it still makes one feel chills and shudders down the spine.The sisters-in-law who were washing and cleaning in the east wing suddenly accelerated their movements a lot.

"Sister-in-law, I'm really bothering you too much today. I can clean up the rest by myself. It's getting late, so you should go back first. There are still children at home."

This time he couldn't pretend, after staying up so late, and for so many days in a row, Da Shan's face was ashen, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like he was at the end of his battle.

"What are you talking about heretics? The village is not big, and the neighbors can't use anyone. Besides, you can't do the work of these women's houses. We'll get well soon. Dashan, you should take a break and have a funeral tomorrow. You are busy, we will pack it right away, we are fiddling with the food for tomorrow morning, we will go back first, tomorrow will come."

A dark-skinned middle-aged sister-in-law was neatly tidying up the work in her hands, while talking to Da Shan, signaling him not to take it to heart, as he said, the work was done by a few old sisters in a short time.

"Sister-in-law, these are leftovers from today, but they are all clean and haven't been served yet, so don't dislike them."

There is this custom in the village. Although there is no need to pay for help at weddings and weddings, the rest of the food, especially the big meat, is still given to them, so the sisters-in-law did not refuse, and took their share. Son, the group went home.

"Sister-in-law, I don't know if it's because I'm feeling wrong. Why am I so cold after passing Xiaohe'er's mother's coffin..." The little daughter-in-law in a black coat tightened her coat and walked away from the sister-in-law next to her. a little bit.

"...I think so too, do you think it is..."

"Bah, bah, bah! What is it? Don't talk nonsense, scare yourself, go home and sleep, you're covered, don't think about it..."

……

The three of them startled a series of dog barks, and the small village boiled for a moment, and then returned to a deathly silence.

Everyone inside and outside has gone clean, Xiao He'er in the main house is sleeping heartlessly, Da Shan simply stopped performing, and his thick fingers wiped his face that had been frozen for a day of mourning, and hung up his face. A sternness flashed in Sanjiao's eyes, and he turned and ran to the vegetable garden behind the main house. When he returned to the coffin again, he was holding two black cats tightly in his hands.

Dashan stepped on a black cat, grabbed the upper and lower jaws of another black cat with his left hand, took the dagger on the incense table with his right hand, and cut the black cat's throat with a quick and ruthless knife. The child dripped on the ground, and the black cat under the soles of the feet smelled blood, and the tossing was more joyful, but it was useless.

"Think that death is liberated? Let me tell you, if you think beautifully, you can't..."

With a 'bang' sound, the black cat with its throat cut was casually thrown by Dashan on the coffin board. The cat's blood seemed to be drawn, it was all absorbed by the black thin coffin, not a single drop was left, and in the end the black cat was sucked into a mummified corpse...

"It's your turn, don't be afraid, die early and be reborn soon..."

In the same way, another black cat's throat was also cut open by Da Shan, but this time the blood of the black cat was collected by Da Shan in a large white porcelain bowl. After reckoning that it was enough, he threw the black cat on the coffin board .

Dashan repeatedly added more than a dozen ingredients to the black cat's blood, and finally blended it into half a bowl of foul-smelling black liquid.Da Shan grinned grimly, and disappeared into the night holding the bowl of black liquid.

Appearing quietly in front of the only house in the north of the village, the big yellow dog, the watchman, whimpered a few times and then retreated back to the shack with its tail between its legs, not daring to make a sound.Dashan climbed up the wall in a "fair and fair" way, climbed onto the beams of the house, and used the black water in the bowl to draw a picture on the roof for a long while, grinning grinningly, and hurried back home lightly.

"Aren't you desperately in love, but I haven't seen him shed a single tear for you. You gave birth to a child for him, and he hugged his wife and son Sun Mantang. Is this okay?"

Dashan's triangular eyes were full of hatred, and he burned the colorful and strange talismans in front of the coffin. Then he wanted to pour the black water left in the bowl on the coffin board. , but stopped abruptly, his bloody eyes stared blankly at the darkened ear chamber in the west...

There were two young men who were so beautiful that they couldn't bear it, they were dressed in bright clothes, and they were angry with horses...

Da Shan sneered silently, his bearded face was full of cold storage, and he drew a bunch of ghostly symbols on the painted wooden door of the west ear room...

"If you want to blame, you have to blame your bad luck. At this moment, you have become its blood food. Remember to give birth to a good baby in your next life, and you must listen to your family. Don't come out and run around..."

Dashan never looked at Heibu Longdong's west ear room again, and came to the coffin with a face as heavy as water, with several complicated handprints formed on his hands, muttering words in his mouth.

There was a sudden gust of wind in the mourning hall, the light bulbs were blown to the east and west, the ever-burning candles flickered on and off, and there were actually blue-green flames, and there was a regular sound of scratching the wooden boards. From far to near, it gradually became clear. In the silent night, it was unspeakably weird.