When it comes to Coffin Boy's reputation in eight villages, he is the real plague god, and I can't even match him.
After all, my mother died after giving birth to me. I almost died, but my grandfather saved me and I am still living normally to this day.
That coffin boy, who was only a few years older than me, emerged from his mother's grave by himself. He gave birth to life from the dead and could crawl on the ground.
His family knew there was a child but didn't dare to admit it, so he was adopted by an old man who was a coffin maker at the back of the village. Within three years, he killed the lonely old man and took over the coffin shop business, making his life even more difficult.
He still doesn't have a name. Everyone calls him Coffin Boy. He is even more weird. He rarely goes out during the day, just like he doesn't see the sun. Even if someone comes to him to make a custom-made coffin, they usually come at night or look in through the door.
shout.
Speaking of the coffin shop, it is actually a remote small courtyard, on a lonely piece of land behind the village. Villagers rarely come here in normal times. When I was naughty, I took Zhang Wei here to explore.
It was a bit far away from the old house. As I was walking on the road, Uncle Wu was talking to himself in front of me. Although he didn't call me, I knew that he was talking to me.
"The coffin boy has a tough life, and all his relatives and friends die early. The locust tree coffin keeps ghosts, and when you open it at night, you will find your mother. The door bars of the top door of the old house are just decorations made by others. Only he can make them.
I deserve the front door of my old house!"
I listened honestly from behind, and I understood the meaning behind Uncle Wu's words. The latter part is easy to understand. It means that the door bars of the old house can only be made by him. As for the purpose, I vaguely feel that it should be possible.
Block those messy things.
But before, I only understood that Coffin Boy had a tough life, and I really couldn’t figure out the rest.
Just when my concentrated mind wandered away, a tall black shadow burst out of the straw pile beside the wall!
I was so frightened that I rushed out with my feet dangling from the wind!
You must know that the encounters in the past two days have made me frightened. If there is any movement, the hair on my body will stand on end and I will immediately enter a state of alert!
Under the stress reaction, Uncle Wu slapped the shoe sole in his hand and knocked it off.
He didn't look at me, but smiled angrily at the person who came out and said, "So you're just hanging out here, why didn't you go home for dinner?"
"Hungry, Lao Wu, hungry!"
This man was wearing a piece of clothing hanging on his body, barely able to cover his key parts, and he was not afraid of the cold in this late spring season.
The hair is like a nest of weeds, and when you get closer, a sour smell comes out, making people wonder if the pants pockets have been pulled.
The exposed parts of his body were covered with thousand-year-old mud, and on his face he could only see his teeth when he opened his mouth, and when he opened his eyes, the whites of his eyes were completely black.
At this moment, he was asking Uncle Wu for something to eat with open hands, and kept shouting that he was hungry.
This is a fool in our village. He seems to have been there since I can remember. As for whose family he is from, why he is a fool, and when he came here, no one knows.
No one in the village wanted to see him, and even if they saw him, they would always yell at him or drive him away. But this fool was also surprised that he didn't know what to eat and drink for so many years, but he survived until now without any illness or disaster.
I was about to drive him away, but Uncle Wu said very seriously, "If you want to eat our yin and yang rice, San Man, please remember this first thing for me, that is, treat this person well. He is the guardian of our village."
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After saying that, he took out two big steamed buns from his arms with a smile and stuffed them into Monkey Fool's black hand. The man didn't bother, he took the steamed buns and started to eat them. He ate them as if he hadn't eaten in days.
I put my shoes on my feet and wanted to ask Uncle Wu what a village guard was.
Unfortunately, before I had time to speak, Monkey Fool shouted at me, the voice was still very loud, and his expression was frightened!
"You are a ghost who is going to die! No... no... you are already a dead ghost, a living dead ghost... not only you, Fatty Ye is also going to die, all of you are going to die... Oh, oh! You are all going to die... You are all going to die!"
The crumbs of the steamed buns that he didn't swallow almost spat out in my face. What he said made me feel heartbroken.
Who can be happy when someone says that?
Uncle Wu's expression changed after hearing this, and he waved his hand to the monkey fool, telling him to just go and play if nothing happened. The fool was also obedient and jumped around for a while without knowing where to go.
Uncle Wu turned back and looked at me with raised eyebrows, "Do you know what a village guard is now?"
He didn't explain much, turned around and continued walking towards the coffin store at the back of the village, but his steps were obviously much faster than before.
I feel really bad now. After thinking about what Monkey Fool said carefully, I understand what it means. The Fatty Ye he is talking about is Ye Xu. Ye Xu is the only one among us named Ye who can be called Fatty.
I don't care whether he lives or dies.
But there is another meaning in his words, that is, I am going to die too, and he also said that I am a living ghost who has died long ago!
I also vaguely understood in my heart that a monkey fool should be able to predict something, especially about dead people.
Similar things happened in the village. A monkey idiot would suddenly come to someone's door, shouting at the door of someone's house that "so and so is going to die." He was often beaten. It seemed that my life was not far away from death, otherwise he wouldn't have done this.
Say this.
Just when I was still thinking wildly and didn't want to face the fact that I was about to die, Uncle Wu directly pushed open the wooden door of Coffin Boy's house and took me into the courtyard.
This place really lives up to its name. Apart from coffins or wood, there is only one walkway in the yard that can accommodate one person.
The scene in front of me would make my heels tingle even in broad daylight, and no one with the slightest taboo would be willing to enter such a place.
Within one-third of an acre of this yard, the temperature is much cooler than outside.
Maybe it was because the light was blocked and it looked dim. Before I actually stepped into the Yin-Yang Gate, I didn't understand that the surroundings were filled with death energy.
Maybe it was because my eyesight was really weak, so I accidentally kicked a wooden board. The wooden stacks that were taller than me made a tooth-aching creaking sound. It felt like it was crumbling, and it scared me so much that I wanted to turn around.
He ran away, but Uncle Wu was still ahead.
If we were smashed to death here, we would be close enough to buy a coffin, but I don’t know who would help us pay the bill!
"Be careful, don't touch things here!" Uncle Wu's voice came, without any nervousness, which made me feel more at ease.
He asked in a low voice, "Uncle Wu, is there a ghost here? Why do I feel like I'm being chased by a shameless person? My heels feel cold!"
Uncle Wu did not answer, but a man standing in the shadows replied in a cold voice, "There are no ghosts, there are many dead people. Don't touch my things not because I am afraid of hurting you, but because you are afraid that your anger will affect my guests."
The sudden sound made me tremble again, and I didn't dare to reply.
Just because this man wrapped himself very tightly and his whole body was covered in black cloth, no one would notice his presence if he stood there silently.