Chapter 993: The Colorful Coffin (116)

When I saw Wang Muyang, my heart was as clear as a mirror. I was probably this kid who was stuttering behind his back. Three ghosts appeared in the main hall before, and this kid ran faster than anyone else. Now, he really wanted to come back and cause trouble.

This made me look down on Wang Muyang a little bit. This kid is a celebrity after all, so it’s so fucking like this.

Soon, the group came over and I looked at the time. It was only two minutes away from the auspicious time of eight o'clock.

I thought it would take time, but who would have thought that a figure appeared in our sight. The man walked over with a smile in a blue cloth shirt. He was the village chief of Shanghe Village.

When I saw that person, I felt a thrill. According to my guess, this person was the president of the Metaphysical Association. When he appeared here at this time, I guess it was related to Wang Muyang.

"Xiao Wang!"

Seeing that Wang Muyang and the others were about to walk up to us, the man stopped Wang Muyang and smiled and said, "I have something to discuss with you!"

As he said that, the man waved at me and smiled and said, "Xiaojiu, come here too!"

Upon hearing this, I gave Yang Yan a few words to the side, asking him to preside over the gong, and let You Tianming lead his suona team to play the suona desperately. After the gong was the first time, don't let the main hall be deserted.

Because I was worried about the funeral, I turned my head and glanced at the village, and found that Yang Yan was standing on the threshold of the main hall, while Suona maker such as You Tianming was standing behind him, and Li Jiangang and others stood next to the coffin with funeral supplies such as yellow paper.

He gave up and said, "The master said that we must do what we promised others."

"Brother Jiu, you go and do your business first. After the funeral, we will talk to you about the master's affairs." You Tianming patted my shoulder, and for some reason, I could clearly feel a bitter feeling in his words.

When I thought of this, my face suddenly sank. I grabbed You Tianming and was about to speak. The old village chief shouted not far away, "Xiaojiu, come here!"

However, the coffin on this dial is square, with the opening character of small seal script carved at the front.

"The immortal is gone!" He raised his hand and wiped his tears with his sleeves, and stopped talking.

It would be fine if you didn't say this, but when you said this, You Tianming seemed to remember something, and two lines of clear tears rustled down.

I suddenly remembered the Lihuamei and said that the colorful coffin was finally solved by Mr. Duan, all of them...

What surprised me was that Wang Muyang seemed to have no movement, but just nodded slightly and did not say too much.

As soon as these words came out, You Tianming, who was about to leave, stopped and turned his head to look at me.

Yang Yan nodded and didn't say anything. Instead, You Tianming wanted to speak several times. Seeing that my expression was a little solemn, he finally sighed and prepared to walk into the hall.

After a while, the old village chief led us to a ping-flat. The ping-flat was not big, and it was about forty squares. The ground was covered with a very thin layer of cement. It should be where Shanghe Village usually drys millet.

The old village chief seemed to find that my eyes were wrong, and coughed lightly and said to me: "Xiaojiu, this is the supreme honor of your coffin-carrying craftsmen. I want to give you this disc to you in the name of the president of the Metaphysics Association, but please go further and further in this journey."

"President of the Metaphysical Association!" I spoke out my guess in my heart in a blunt way.

Stopped, the old village chief glanced at us and whispered: "You should be able to guess my identity, right?"

My heart sank and I said, "What's wrong with Mr. Duan?"

The reason why it is strange is that the coffin is not like the coffin we usually see, but a coffin with a special shape and the same sides. To put it bluntly, most of the coffins are mainly oval, and there are also rectangular coffins.

The old village chief smiled slightly, but did not dislike it. Instead, he stared at Wang Muyang for a while and slowly said, "Xiao Wang, do you still resent the past?"

As he said that, the old village chief paused, glanced at us, and continued, "Today, I have only one thing to ask you two to come here."

When I heard this, I was a little confused. Old Duan looked very healthy and could not be as steadily as he walked. At least judging from his voice and expression, it should be fine if he lived for another three or five years, so I was going to ask him the reason.

It’s strange. As the old village chief, Wang Muyang should respect him more, but the current situation is completely opposite. What’s going on?

"What's going on with the dial?" Wang Muyang's voice was very quiet, as if he didn't respect the old village chief very much, and even looked down on him.

I don’t know why, but when I saw the coffin on the Dian Dian, my eyes were suddenly attracted and I could no longer move them away.

"I dare not!" Wang Muyang said expressionlessly.

I saw a trace of sadness in his eyes. What made me even more strange was that there were tears in the corner of his eyes, so I asked him: "Is something wrong with your master?"

"I'm old and can't remember many things. I'm sorry to you for the past."

As the Eight Immortals, I empathized with his persistence and said nothing. I just greeted him and walked towards Wang Muyang and the old village chief.

The old village chief smiled and tickled it on his body for a while, and found a wooden sign. I had seen that sign on Qing Xuanzi, which was a dice dish. However, this dice dish was a bit different from the dice dish on Qing Xuanzi. The dice dish was carved with Taotie on the top, and the dice bottom was a very strange coffin.

I suddenly remembered that Lihuamei said that You Tianming had gone to attend the funeral. Why did he appear in Shanghe Village again? Then I asked him, "You are not..."

At that moment, I suppressed the doubts in my heart and said, "How about you go back and mourn for Mr. Duan first?"

Seeing this, I looked back. Li Jiangang and others were the old Eight Immortals, who should be able to handle the funeral. Without thinking too much, I followed the old village chief forward.

When we arrived next to them, the old village chief grabbed my arm with one hand and Wang Muyang's arm with the other, and pulled us towards the entrance of the village.

I understand his meaning. He respects his master and the industry he is engaged in.

"Xiao Wang, Xiao Jiu!"

After saying that, the old village chief handed the dial to me.

I was stunned, really confused. I have fantasized about getting this disc countless times, and I have fantasized about being handed over to me by a well-known person in a luxurious auditorium, just like a certain TV star won something to win, enjoying the attention of the world.

However, what I didn't expect was that I would take over the disc on this floor, without audiences, neon lights, hosts, and award presenters. There was only an empty floor, an ill-intentioned opponent, and an old man who couldn't find out the truth.

The old village chief frowned and said, "What? Don't you want it?"
Chapter completed!