I quickly explained and said: "I will sort it out for you right away.i^"

The cousin walked into the room and said while tearing off the talismans: "Who can sleep with these things? Also, what are you drawing? You missed a stroke on this one. You

What do you use to draw? It smells wrong! Didn’t I tell you? You can only use inkstones with strange fragrance. You must be lazy and use Yidege. The fragrance is like this. Do you really think you are painting? There are mosquitoes.

It can be smoked to death."

It's been almost half a month, and he can still smell the fragrance. Does he really think he has a dog's nose?

The next day, my cousin told me that I was going to pay New Year's greetings to Lao Song. After all, my cousin had made a little money working for him this year.

According to the custom here, we brought fruits and caught chickens to pay New Year greetings. Since the place was originally a suburb, we simply bought a roll of firecrackers.

Go to the funeral parlor and go into the back room. Because he had called before, Lao Song came out to take a look when he heard the sound of the car.

We got off the car, said Happy New Year to him, lit the cannon, and then entered Lao Song's house.

That place was really not suitable to call home. It was just a mud room, and there was a coffin being made in the hall.

It seems that even the shady house with the coffin next to it is better. I bypassed the unfinished coffin and entered the back. The light is dim, but it can still separate the living room, kitchen and bedroom.

Laosong has no wife or children, and no one comes to visit him during the Chinese New Year. I also asked him, where is his apprentice?

Old Song said he was going back to celebrate the New Year. How could I remember that his apprentice was an orphan? Where would he go to celebrate the New Year? It was hard for me to expose him. My cousin and Old Song started killing chickens and plucking their feathers to prepare lunch.

I just took a look around there, and when I got tired, I got in the car and went to lie down. Anyway, I was left in that mud room, and the light was really hard to adapt to. It was very hard on my eyes.

My cousin, who still had chicken feathers on his hands, came over and lit a cigarette. He turned to me in the car and said, "Sister, help me buy cigarettes. I want the best. It won't take long to drive there."

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I pouted, wanting to refuse. I originally didn’t like men smoking in front of me, but now I’m here in Lao Song and I have to give face to my cousin.

My cousin took out fifty yuan from his wallet and handed it to me, and said in a low voice: "I've searched in the living room and kitchen, but there's no such small coffin. You can find a reason to go to Lao Song's room later."

Put some blood in an inconspicuous place on the coffin.i^"

It turned out that he asked me to take action. There was no problem with the action, but what excuse did I have to go to an old man's room?

He didn't explain clearly, so he put out the cigarette with his hands stained with chicken feathers, and returned to the kitchen to cook.

I can only take one step at a time. But I also know that the longer time passes, the fewer opportunities there will be.

So after I drove to the nearest stall and bought cigarettes, I walked into the mud room with the cigarettes and thought about how I could get into Lao Song's room.

The door to Lao Song's room was open. If I just walked in, he would definitely be suspicious. You know, the kitchen is open, and he can see every move I make even when I'm cooking.

I thought about it, and then decided to take a risk. I took the cigarette and walked inside with high-heeled boots on my feet. Just a few steps into the door, I twisted my feet and the ball in my hand

The smoking set flew out and flew directly into Lao Song's room by such a coincidence.

In my exclamation, two men looked over. Lao Song said sheepishly: "I'm sorry, my house is not well decorated because it is convenient for work. The ground is full of potholes."

I crooked my feet, smiled, and said, "It's okay, I'm not walking steadily. I'm not crooked either. I'll go pick up the cigarettes and come back."

As I said that, I strode into Lao Song's room. After entering the room, I heard my cousin outside shouting: "Lao Song, soy sauce! Why don't you have any salt? Lao Song, Lao Song, your plate.

How does the apprentice take care of you? He doesn’t even wash the dishes. Wash, wash, wash..."

I knew it was my cousin who was dragging Lao Song with me, giving me time to look for the little coffin.

The small coffin is so valuable, so it should be in the cleanest place in the room.

I looked at the mud room. The light in the room was really dim. It took a while for my eyes to adapt to the dimness. I first kicked the cigarette that had fallen on the open space in the center of the room under the bed.

Let me have an excuse for not leaving this room for so long.

This room is not big, it only has one bed, and it is an old-fashioned one. There is a desk next to it, and the desk is clean and beautiful. I went over to it. There was nothing on the table, but it was in the drawer. I gently pulled one open.

The drawer is actually locked.

After finishing the task, I couldn't complete the task. I thought he would lock all the drawers, so I just took a lucky attitude and tried to drag other drawers, and they opened.

It turns out that the only drawer that is locked is that one.

I was pleasantly surprised when I opened the drawers one by one. I found the small coffin in the largest drawer under my mouth.

This small coffin has been completed, and the craftsmanship is no worse than those of college students who graduated from arts and crafts. The talisman on the top is made of gold powder, and the black background below, let alone its function, is this craftsmanship.

The craftsmanship can be sold at a good price.

After opening the small coffin, the back of the lid has not yet been painted, and its original texture can still be seen.

Agarwood. It feels like a fossil. I haven’t done any research on this kind of wood, so I don’t know what kind of wood it is. I just looked outside in panic, and I could hear my cousin instructing Lao Song to do this and that.

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I quickly looked through the things on my body, and there was no sharp weapon. How could I get some blood?

Bite? I don't have that much concentration, and I'm afraid it won't bleed yet, so I screamed to attract Lao Song's attention.

But since we are making coffins, there must be carving knives or something here. I rummaged through other drawers. I told myself to complete the task quickly and never get caught. Now my cousin and I are the only ones here with Uncle Li.

He is on our side. Although Lao Song is not a master, he is an official Taoist priest. We still cannot destroy our relationship with him.

When I hold the stone carving knife in one hand, my heart speeds up. I tell myself to move quickly, but it just can't penetrate. I am not Zhang Qiling, who just scratches the back of my hand with the black gold ancient knife.

Moreover, Lao Song was outside, and I couldn't make a sound. Dear friends, do you know how serious I was at that time? I gritted my teeth tightly and kept cutting without making any sound. You must know that stone carving knives can

Not for scratching.

The first blow produced blood, but it was very little and could not drip down. I had to give the second blow.

The second time I was smart, I didn't scratch it, I used the pointed head to pierce it. Why am I looking for abuse like this?

Fortunately, two drops of blood came out. I quickly dropped it into the corner of the small coffin.

Due to the texture of agarwood, blood stains cannot penetrate. If I drip it in the corner, it may remain in the corner, and the dark color is not black at all, so there is no blood stain at all.

After putting the small coffin back exactly as it was, I started digging under the bed to pick up cigarettes.

Lao Song stood in front of the door, and what he saw was me crawling out from under the bed, looking miserable.

His cousin also followed him and said angrily: "Sister, why did you get under the bed? Look at how dirty you are."

I really want to be angry. But I still have to endure it.

My fingers hurt after eating this meal. And when we were about to finish the meal, Lao Song actually came into the room and took out the small coffin to show off to us.

Isn't this a scam? The task that I worked so hard to complete was automatically brought to me.

Moreover, Lao Song happily said that this small coffin would be sold for 56,000 yuan. He bought this piece of agarwood from a person from the Cultural Bureau of Rongshui County for 20,000 yuan.

My cousin also took the small coffin, studied it up and down, and finally said a compliment. Watching Lao Song carefully put the small coffin back into the room, I made an OK gesture towards my cousin.

He gave me a thumbs up and smiled.

On the way back, my cousin was still talking about how ridiculous it was for me to get under the bed. I looked at my red fingers and sighed.

I asked him why he dripped my blood into it.

My cousin said that my blood belongs to Yang. When he put the living soul in, the longer the time passed, the greater the influence of my blood on the living soul. Although it was not an immediate death, it was subtle, until the person was weak and died.

At that time, when the remaining soul found the little coffin and the little straw man, the living soul inside had been injured. In this way, the complete soul would not be obtained, and naturally it would not be able to become a little ghost.

We don’t know exactly when Lao Song delivered the coffin to Xiao Zhong. It’s just that Lao Song became ill after the 20th day of the lunar calendar. At first, he thought it was a spring cold and fever, but then it became worse and worse.

It was so serious that his apprentice sent him to the hospital. During that time, we also visited him once.

He was quite calm and said that it was a robbery. Something happened to the small coffin he made. He wouldn't tell us the details. We couldn't keep asking.

Lao Song's apprentice will now take the lead. However, it is not difficult for the funeral parlor to pass the funeral. Lao Song also said that if something happened, he would ask him to find the change.

I have always been curious, what happened to the little coffin? Did my drop of blood play a role or something else happened?

My cousin said that I shouldn’t be like this. In this industry, there is no regret medicine. Because I made a mistake and miscalculated and something happened, how can I still compensate for it? I can only say that I should study harder and try to do as little as possible.

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