Outside, the sun was setting, and there were less than six hours left before midnight.
I handed the wrapped human skin and corpse oil to my uncle. After he took it, he took out the lantern skeleton that he had prepared earlier.
After the uncle cut the human skin, carefully wrapped it, then placed a hollow piece of white wax at the wick, poured corpse oil into the inside of the white wax, inserted a lead, and the production was complete.
While making the lantern, I noticed that my uncle's left hand only had four fingers, and the missing little finger had a smooth and flat cross section.
I didn't ask about the reason why my uncle cut off his finger, because I thought it was a past event that would make him sad.
I didn't want to touch my uncle's pain point or make him sad, so I didn't ask any more questions.
But when I realized this, I was shocked by my own thoughts.
I actually think about others and take into account other people's feelings. Could it be that the Huang Pizi Grave incident caused me to change now?
After making the lanterns, it was completely dark. My uncle and I had a simple meal, each carried a flashlight, and went up the mountain.
On the way, my uncle told me that when midnight comes, I will be buried in the coffin. As long as I hear the first rooster crow in the morning in the coffin, this second burial will be completed.
"What if you didn't hear it?" I asked worriedly.
"Then what greets you should be the underworld's underworld."
When we arrived at Uncle Li's grave, a pit had already been dug and the coffin had been placed in it.
Looking at everything arranged, I felt a little nervous, my broken nose bone ached faintly, and my breathing became rapid.
Uncle Master walked up to me, patted my shoulder and comforted me: "Don't be afraid, it will be fine."
I nodded, hesitated, and then said: "Uncle, even if I really don't survive, you have to remember that when you rescue Zhixi, she is innocent."
"How long has it been since you still thought about that girl and said you didn't like her?" Uncle Shi said with a smile.
"No, I was just talking." I swallowed and found a big rock to sit on.
Uncle Master is sitting next to me. At this moment, there are still two hours before midnight.
During the two hours of waiting, I had nothing to do. Uncle Li and I chatted a lot.
From Hongmen to Uncle Li, I asked about everything and my uncle told me everything he knew.
Regarding Hongmen, my uncle said that Hongmen is an anomaly among the metaphysical sects.
On the Tao, more people like to call Hongmen Zamen, for no other reason than that Hongmen teaches and learns everything.
Unlike a famous sect like Maoshan Longhu, which has its own inheritance foundation, Hongmen started halfway.
The founder of the sect was a wandering Taoist priest. He studied metaphysics and Taoism from all over the world and formed his own sect.
But due to certain things, Hongmen has gradually disappeared from the world in recent years. People on the road will become red-eyed when they hear about Hongmen, and they want to kill the people of Hongmen completely!
"Chen Xian, if you can survive, when you travel around the world in the future, don't call yourself a member of the Hongmen. It will only bring you unnecessary trouble. Just say that you are a member of the miscellaneous sect, ahem...
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"But isn't Zamen Hongmen?" I asked puzzledly.
Uncle Master shook his head and said that Zamen was just a general term, and it existed before Hongmen.
It describes those wandering Taoist priests who learn a hammer in one place and a stick in the other, with half a bottle of water hanging around. However, it is Hongmen, which makes the word Zamen gradually change from a derogatory meaning to a positive one.
I call myself a miscellaneous person, and as long as I don’t mention Hongmen, people will just think of me as a wandering Taoist priest, thus avoiding any trouble for myself.
I nodded. Since my uncle didn't tell me what specific things meant, he had his reasons, so I didn't ask any more questions.
After that, we talked about Uncle Li again.
I urgently want to know whether the content of the so-called letter Uncle Li left me is true or false.
After Huang Pizi's incident was exposed, I originally thought that the content in the letter about Uncle Li claiming to be heinous was all fabricated by Huang Pizi.
But until noon today, what the Facebook man said seemed to be to verify the content of the letter.
Uncle Master gave me a positive reply. The letter was not written by Uncle Li, but the content of the letter was eight percent true and two percent false.
This is the highest level of lies. Huang Pizi re-edited a letter based on the contents of Uncle Li's original letter, making me think that Uncle Li was dead, so that I could go to 'extend my life' with peace of mind.
If my uncle hadn't appeared in time, I'm afraid that I would have become the ration of that yellow man.
Time passed by minute by minute. The mountain wind at night was strong and cool, accompanied by mosquito bites, which made people extremely uncomfortable.
Uncle Master looked at the time: "It's almost time, let's bury it."
My heart is hanging again, what should come has come.
I picked up the lantern and walked on the slightly slippery soil to the coffin.
Before entering the coffin, I looked at the dirt on my shoes and felt like something was about to happen.
Behind me, my uncle urged me to climb into the coffin, lay down, and put the lantern flat on my chest.
My uncle closed the coffin for me and filled it with earth. When the lid of the coffin was closed, the coffin fell into darkness.
The sound of soil hitting the coffin lid kept coming to my ears.
I took out the matches I had prepared a long time ago, struck them, and lit the lantern.
The corpse oil burned, emitting a suffocating stench.
I closed my eyes and began to wait for the passage of time.
After an unknown amount of time, the movement around him completely disappeared.
I was also used to the smell of corpse oil permeating the coffin.
However, in addition to this, there is an unusually sour smell that is constantly lingering on the tip of my nose.
I wanted to find the source of this smell, but the space in the coffin was so narrow that I couldn't even turn over, let alone anything else.
I tried to endure it, but the smell got stronger and stronger.
It wasn't until it overshadowed the smell of burning corpse oil that I realized something was wrong.
I shook my somewhat stiff head and discovered that the coffin under the back of my head was wet.
When he reached out and touched it, he found that the coffin wall was also extremely moist, and the whole coffin seemed to be soaked in water.
Suddenly, I recalled the wet mud on my shoes just before I was placed in the coffin.
It has obviously not rained in the past two days, so how can the mud on the ground be wet?
I wiped the water on the coffin wall, put it to the tip of my nose and smelled it.
It was a stomach-churning sourness, strong and pungent.
This smell is somewhat familiar to me, I must have smelled it before.
But for a while, I racked my brain and couldn't remember it.
Until there was a dull knock, which made my whole brain buzz like a bolt from the blue.
The knocking sound came from behind me, but now that the coffin has been buried in the soil, I am lying in the coffin with only soil behind me. Who is knocking on the coffin?
For a moment, my hair trembled, and I suddenly became enlightened.
I asked why the sour smell smelled so familiar.
That smell was the smell of the corpse water that had soaked the corpse.
There are so many cases where corpse water will appear inexplicably in the cemetery. Excluding the decay of the coffin and the seepage of water, there is only one possibility. The place chosen by the uncle is actually a place to raise corpses!