Meng Yao, who was standing not far behind, immediately shouted to stop the head as soon as it appeared. However, it was still too late.
Meng Fang's nerves were already tense. As soon as the head appeared, his conditioned reflex was to hit him with a stick. This was a human's instinctive conditioned reflex and was not under his own control.
"Ouch!"
A painful sound came out, and the head that had its face exposed from the coffin fell into the coffin again. Meng Fang also threw the stick directly and stood there with an embarrassed expression.
The head in the coffin was alive. There was a living person lying in the coffin. Meng Fang directly knocked the living person unconscious with a stick.
"Brother, you should be more careful next time." Meng Yao hurriedly ran forward and looked into the coffin. Lying in the coffin was a man in his fifties. From the side of the man's face, you could clearly see
Got a stick mark.
Meng Fang's stick was struck from the side. Seeing the mark, Meng Fang coughed a few times in embarrassment, and then asked: "Who is this person? How did he run into the coffin so well?"
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"He is Master Wang, and he is also the boss of Wang Ji." The fat man stepped forward, glanced at the man in the coffin, and said to Meng Fang.
"Stop talking about it now, wake him up quickly and see if it's serious or not, and whether you need to send him to the hospital." Meng Yao commanded from the side.
At that moment, Mo Yongxing and Meng Fang worked together to move Master Wang out of the coffin, while the fat man slapped Master Wang on the face several times, and finally pinched the middle part of the body. Unexpectedly,
, this trick really worked, Master Wang's eyelashes fluttered a few times, and after a while, he opened his eyes and woke up.
"Master Wang, I'm so sorry. I didn't notice it was you. Let me take you to the hospital for a checkup." Meng Fang saw Master Wang waking up and said apologetically to him.
"Master Wang, my brother didn't do it on purpose. We thought there might be... there would be... in this coffin." Meng Yao also showed an apology on her face and wanted to explain, but found that she couldn't say the next words.
She followed Qin Yu and saw many strange existences, so they suspected that there might be other existences in the coffin. However, she could not directly say this to Master Wang, so she could only say half of the words.
"What's in the coffin? The coffin is used to hold the dead." Master Wang rubbed his head and said angrily.
"It's because the coffins are all for dead people, so we are so surprised when we hear movement. Just imagine how dead people can move and make noises." Mo Yongxing on the side interjected.
"Yes, Master Wang, why did you run into this coffin when you were fine?" The fat man on the side also said.
"I'm just trying this coffin to see if it's comfortable for the dead to lie in it," Master Wang replied.
"Do you know whether the dead are comfortable or not?" Mo Yongxing asked curiously, but there was more doubt in his words.
"Dead people are also transformed into living people. If you feel comfortable lying in this coffin, then you will feel equally comfortable using this coffin after your death." Master Wang obviously didn't speak well, and Mo Yongxing almost said it.
I just want to roll up my sleeves and hit someone.
Aren't the old man's words just cursing him to death?
However, this time a few of them came over to ask the old man for help, so they had to hold back until they knew whether the old man could help.
"I remember you. You are the grandson of the old Zhang family. Eight years ago, your grandfather asked me to build a coffin for him. Now that I think about it, it's time for your grandfather to enter the coffin." Master Wang looked at it again.
Said to the fat man.
However, Master Wang's words made the expressions of Meng Yao and the others become embarrassed, while Mo Yongxing's face showed a hint of gloating. The old man was not only venomous to himself, but also to others.
Everyone is the same.
The fat man was also dumbfounded by Master Wang's words, but he did not get angry because his grandfather had indeed passed away.
"Master Wang, my grandfather passed away three years ago and has been buried now." The fat man replied.
After hearing the fat man's answer, Meng Yao's face showed a look of realization, and he finally understood why his brother's friend knew about this place. Needless to say, his brother's friend's grandfather should have been buried secretly.
Cremation is now vigorously promoted by the country, but there are still many places that still use burial. That is to say, the management of big cities will be better, because there is really no land for them to bury, so they have to choose cremation.
However, things are not absolute, especially among the older generation. Most of them still have deep-rooted ideas of burial. It is a Chinese tradition to be buried in peace, and it is also necessary to keep the body intact before being buried.
Therefore, people in some cities, if they have connections, will secretly transport the bodies of their elders back to their hometowns after their deaths, and then bury them there. There are even some elderly people who will choose to return home when they know that their time is coming.
Living in my hometown, in those small places, quietly waiting for the arrival of death.
"Your grandfather is also a kind and righteous person. He can't let go of you descendants." Master Wang sighed, stood up from the coffin, and stepped out.
"What does this burial have to do with not being able to let go of the descendants? After death, everything is gone." Mo Yongxing whispered to the side.
"What do you know, kid? Do you know why his grandfather came to my place to build a coffin? It's because he didn't want to be reincarnated so quickly." Master Wang glared at Mo Yongxing and said.
"You can still control the time of someone's reincarnation based on their feelings. Then you are no longer the judge of the underworld. I never saw the judge being so miserable." Mo Yongxing was not one to be offended either. He was glared at by Master Wang several times.
His anger also rose, and he said angrily.
Mo Yongxing said this because Master Wang's house didn't even have a few decent electrical appliances, the lights were all outdated bulbs, and the clothes he wore were also very old.
Master Wang seemed to be really offended by Mo Yongxing's words, and fell silent for a moment. He just silently closed the lid of the red wooden coffin again.
"Tell me, what do you want from me?"
"Master Wang, we heard..." Meng Fang started, but Master Wang suddenly took a few steps back and said, "Don't come close to me."
"Master Wang, my brother didn't mean it before." Meng Yao saw that Master Wang didn't have a good look on his brother and wanted to explain.
"I don't care about that. My life is still very strong. You can't kill me this time, but if he gets close, I may not be able to survive." There was a strange look in Master Wang's eyes.
They not only looked at Meng Fang, but also looked at Mo Yongxing. Their expressions were as if they were looking at two dead people, which made the two of them feel terrified.
"You two have the aura of death on your body. This is normal in the first place. Anyone who comes to me here is basically either someone who has died at home, or someone who is about to die at home. It is normal for you to be contaminated by the aura of some corpses, but you two boys
, it’s not just as simple as being tainted with the breath of the dead, I really don’t know how you two boys survived and still stood in front of me."
Master Wang's words made Meng Fang and Mo Yongxing look at each other in confusion. In the end, they could only blame it on the old man's words that were starting to hurt others. Meng Yao, on the other hand, had a thoughtful look on his face.
color.
"Little girl, tell me, what do you want from me? Do you want to make a coffin?" Master Wang looked at Meng Yao and asked.
"Master Wang, we are looking for you this time because we really want to ask you to help build a coffin." Meng Yao said truthfully.
In fact, there is more than one coffin shop in the capital, but none of the other coffin shops can meet Meng Yao's requirements, and Master Wang is her last stop in the capital. If it still doesn't work, she can only look elsewhere.
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"If you find me here, I think the coffins that should be made are not ordinary. But let me tell you first, the coffins here are very expensive. The cheapest one starts at 100,000 yuan. It is not like the ones sold on the market.
Those coffins cost that much."
"One hundred thousand coffins, you are pear blossom wood." Mo Yongxing couldn't help but reply. He felt that the old man in front of him must have noticed the style of his people and wanted to slaughter the fat sheep.
A coffin sells for 100,000 yuan. If this old man really sells it, how can he still live in this shabby place and wear clothes worse than those of migrant workers?
"The price is not an issue." Meng Yao nodded, as long as it can be produced according to her requirements, she can spend any amount of money.
"Master Wang, the coffin I want to build is somewhat special. Here are the blueprints. Can you see if it works?" Meng Yao took out a blueprint from her bag and handed it to Master Wang.
Master Wang didn't show any surprise when Meng Yao handed over the drawings. This shows that Master Wang has also received the job of customizing coffin styles before. In fact, Master Wang has not only received the job, but the coffins he has built are of a large size.
Some of them are customized by employers with drawings.
However, after opening the drawing handed over by Meng Yao, Master Wang's expression suddenly froze. His eyes widened, staring at the coffin pattern on the drawing. Meng Yao and others could clearly see that Wang
The master's hands holding the drawings were trembling slightly.
"Where did you get this drawing?" After a long time, Master Wang took his eyes away from the drawing and folded it up again. However, he did not hand it back to Meng Yao, but looked at Meng Yao with bright eyes.
asked.
"Master Wang, please tell me first, can you create the coffin style on this drawing?" Meng Yao asked instead of answering Master Wang's question.
"Yes, but this coffin costs one million." (To be continued)