I just felt like I was in a trance. When I came to my senses, I was already inside the coffin. Although I have seen coffins on weekdays, this was the first time I stood in this coffin. It was different. Most coffins are sideways.
It was buried, and my great-grandfather’s coffin was buried vertically. When I entered here, I stood upright in the coffin.
I just felt a chill on my back. When I turned around, there was something there. All I could see was a vermilion coffin. My great-grandpa’s coffin was also strange. Ordinary coffins were just painted with a layer of red paint on the outside, but my great-grandpa’s coffin was strange.
The inside of the coffin was even coated with a layer of vermilion paint, which looked like it was stained red with blood, which made people cautious.
When I thought that this was my great-grandfather's coffin, I searched for a long time and found no body of my great-grandfather. Not to mention the body, even the shroud that my great-grandfather carried was missing.
"Grandpa, please don't scare your descendants like this." In this coffin, I can't remember any yin and yang skills or chaotic powers. I only know one word: fear! Don't ask me what happened.
It's two characters. Go in and try it out and see if you have time to count.
But while I was still in the coffin, I heard Wang Jian outside shouting to fill the coffin with earth and bury it. When I heard this, I was so angry that I couldn't do anything serious. You were quite active in burying me.
I was wondering what was going on and how I got into the coffin. I really couldn’t figure it out, but I could already hear the sound of filling with soil outside. I was anxious and patted the coffin lid. As soon as I patted the coffin lid, I just felt
My hands were sticky. When I lowered my head, I saw a large piece of red paint on my hands. I didn't know if it was blood. At this moment, a small hand tugged at the corner of my clothes, which scared me so much that I almost screamed.
When I turned around instinctively, there was no one there, only the gloomy red color was waiting for me. At this time, the red color looked even more gloomy, like dried blood.
"Are you scaring yourself? But I clearly felt someone tugging at the corner of my clothes." I muttered and touched my head. Unexpectedly, when I moved my hand back, I touched something cold.
"Yes, it's me." A chilling feeling came one after another and slowly spread to the root of my neck. My whole neck was as stiff as if it was frozen. In fact, it was because I was too afraid to look back.
"Child? Child!" I already felt like I was carrying something on my back. It was neither heavy nor light.
The weight of a doll.
"What are you calling? It's a useless thing." The child taught me an old-fashioned lesson, just like an elder lecturing a younger one.
"Who are you? Why are you here? No, it's why I'm here!" I felt like my tongue couldn't be straightened, and my legs were like sieves.
"Listen clearly to me. Whether the Jiang family lives or dies is entirely in your hands." The child's tone dropped. I actually felt like an old man in his seventies or eighties. Suddenly a thought popped into my head.
Weird thoughts: Could this child be my great-grandfather?
The child didn't say anything more to me. He just whispered a few words in my ear, and finally said: "Keep these in mind and do them one by one. I don't have much time."
"Why don't we have much time?" I just felt confused, but the child didn't reply to me, just pointed outside with his little finger.
I followed the white little hands and looked out. All I saw were red coffins. I was distracted and someone pushed me in the back.
When I came to my senses again, I was already lying on the grave, surrounded by Wang Jian and others.
Wang Jian also shouted at the top of his lungs: "Blind Chen, blind Chen, look at how you insist on digging up the ancestral graves and make our young master faint from anger. I tell you, our young master can be sick at a young age and has been raped several times."
He’s so popular that he almost met the King of Hell.”
"You just met the King of Hell." I couldn't bear Wang Jian's spit like a water truck, so I wiped my face and stood up.
I stood up suddenly. Wang Jian was so frightened that he ran away and couldn't regain his composure for a long time.
"Humph, what does it have to do with me, Blind Man Chen? The Jiang family planted the seeds themselves, and the Jiang family has to taste the fruit themselves." Blind Man Chen shook his bamboo pole.
"Stop arguing, look at this coffin." Jiang Jianjun suddenly spoke, his voice trembling.
I lowered my head and saw that the soil next to the coffin had turned red at some point, as if it had just been stained with blood. When I looked carefully, red stuff was leaking out from the gaps in the coffin. Suddenly, I heard the child's voice.
One sentence: The coffin is bleeding. If you move the coffin, you will live. If you don't move it, you will die.
Everything in front of me fulfilled the child's words. I was suddenly at a loss. I didn't know whether I should believe it or not.
As a child, I still don't know what everything I just discovered is about.
"Jianjun, please tell me what's wrong." Blind Chen heard Jianjun howling and hurriedly knocked on the bamboo pole and asked.
"This, this, this... the coffin is bleeding!" Jianjun shouted again, and a group of villagers dispersed to both sides, not daring to take a step closer to the grave.
After Jiang Jianjun said this, the sky turned dark, and gloomy black clouds suddenly pressed over his head. The occasional two or three crows made the atmosphere even more terrifying, and the villagers had already begun to retreat.
"The coffin is bleeding. If you move the coffin, you will live. If you don't move it, you will die." Blind Chen said this slowly as if he was possessed by something, as if he was talking to himself, or as if he was warning me.
"Brother Tianming, what should we do?" Blind Chen and I were the only ones at the grave. Wang Jian also hid far away and asked me what to do.
"dig up my ancestral grave!" I gritted my teeth, and now I had no choice but to listen to the child, otherwise no one would be able to bear the trouble caused by it.
"Brother Tianming, how can this be done?" Wang Jian's voice had become trembling. On the one hand, he did not dare to approach the grave again, and on the other hand, he did not dare to dig into the Jiang family's ancestral grave.
"Wang Jian, why did you listen to your third uncle? The Wang family has been greatly favored by the Jiang family, right?" This was what the child told me, and now I am just telling it to further verify whether I should believe the child.
"Yes, the Wang family will never repay the great kindness of the Jiang family in this life." Wang Jian was a man of his word, gritting his teeth and standing beside me.
"What about you people?" I turned around and pointed at the group of people following me and asked.
"We have all been greatly favored by the Jiang family." Even though these people are usually gangsters, they are often the ones who speak best about credibility, and are hundreds of times better than those hypocrites who say one thing and do another behind the scenes.
"Well, has Third Uncle told you anything?" I was suddenly afraid of hearing the results they said, because what the child said was coming true one by one.
"The old man said that your great-grandfather left a last word when he was dying. Everything today is entirely up to you. Even if we are asked to dig up the graves of our ancestors, we will still do it." Wang Jian thought for a while and said firmly.
Chapter completed!