The coffin-carrying team put all three coffins into the mourning hall and arranged them neatly according to the positions of the deceased photos...
Master frowned and walked around the coffin a few times, then turned to the Tan family and said:
"Tomorrow night is the right time. Nothing will happen today, so you don't have to arrange for anyone to stay here tonight. You can go back to your house first..."
Granny Tan responded, then walked out of the mourning hall with the support of Tan Chen and Tan Xi, and walked towards the old house in the yard.
At this time, Master and I were the only two people left in the mourning hall. I couldn't wait to ask Master, but after looking at the three coffins, I held back...
"Xiaoyu..."
Master suddenly called me,
"Do you know why every coffin is tied with a three-head knot?"
I shook my head and said:
"Logically speaking, a two-headed knot can trap a zombie that has been around for hundreds of years. Could it be that the things in the coffin are too dangerous, so it is tied into a three-headed knot for safety reasons?"
"You are only half right. The things inside are naturally very fierce, but as the saying goes, two ends trap the corpse and one locks the soul. The two knots are indeed to trap the corpse inside, while the other end is to lock
The soul in the coffin."
"Soul?! Is there a soul in here? Are there three ghost corpses inside?" I asked in surprise.
The master shook his head,
"Although the soul is in the coffin, it is not in the body, so it is not considered a ghost corpse. Let's not talk about it for now. Let's untie the end of the three-head knot facing the ground."
I was stunned for a moment, and without asking any more questions, I came to the three coffins and untied the knots facing the ground. The rope ends hung along the sides of the coffins. I could tell at a glance that the knots were used to lock souls.
of.
Could it be that Master wants to release the soul inside?
As if he had read through my thoughts, Master said:
"Don't worry, the soul can't come out for the time being. If they want to come out, they have to wait until tonight or tomorrow."
"Tonight? Then you just told the Tan family..."
Before I could finish speaking, Master waved his hand and said:
"There are some things you can't tell them clearly, otherwise something bad will happen."
"Master, what happened to the Tan family? Why is it so mysterious? And who is in these three coffins?"
Master did not answer me directly, but silently took out the ink fountain from his broken bag and pulled out the ink line. Seeing this, I quickly took out the cinnabar with a discerning eye, and applied a thin layer of cinnabar to the ink line.
Then, together with the master, the cinnabar powder on the ink line was sprinkled on the coffin. According to the standard method, it should be staggered horizontally and vertically to form a mesh, so that the contents in the coffin can be tightly sealed.
But the strange thing is that the master specifically ordered to leave a gap in the coffin lid.
"Master, what are you..." I couldn't help but ask.
"Leave a door open so that the things inside can come out."
I was stunned. Since the cinnabar was to be put on, it was to prevent the things inside from coming out, but why was there a door?
"Okay, let's go back to the old house."
When I came out of the mourning hall, it was already sunset. Master gave me a small porcelain vase.
"Take it, just in case you need it..."
I took the porcelain bottle and opened the cap and looked at it. It was dark inside. Then I smelled it and found that it was ash from the bottom of the pot, so I quickly put it away. Although this thing is not as good as cinnabar and red saltpeter, it is still very useful in critical situations.
After putting away the porcelain vase, I began to observe the house in front of me. I was surprised to find that I was in the courtyard of the Tan family's old house. Looking up, I saw that there were two-story buildings built around the courtyard. They were all wooden structures.
The hut is old, many of the wood have rotted to the point of peeling off, the color is black, and it looks very depressing.
At this time, the sky outside the patio had completely darkened.
I don’t know why, but looking at the scene in front of me always reminds me of a picture. In the dark corridor on the second floor, a woman wearing a cheongsam and high heels flicked the square scarf in her hand at me...
Eerie and strange…
Just when I was thinking wildly, a red lattice window lattice upstairs was pushed open with a bang, and a woman stretched her neck out and waved at me and Master and shouted:
"Huo...Master Huo! Come up and see my mother, she...what's wrong with her?" It was Tan Xi who spoke!
Master and I looked at each other and hurriedly walked down the dilapidated stairs to the second floor. Before we even entered the room, we heard a sound of copper bells coming from inside...
“Dingle bell…Dingle bell…”
My master and I walked into the house. It was indeed an old house. There were no lights in the house, only a dim kerosene lamp was on. Tan Chen and Tan Xi stood by the bed with serious expressions.
When we stepped forward to take a look, we found Grandma Tan lying on the bed with her body tense and upright. Her eyes were bulging and staring straight at the roof. Her thin face was trembling and her expression was very frightened. The kerosene lamp was dim.
The light shone on half of her wrinkled face, like a dead person!
One of her arms was spread across the edge of the bed, holding a dark copper bell in her hand, shaking it gently...
“Dingle bell…Dingle bell…”
It makes people's scalp numb when they hear it.
I subconsciously looked at the roof, but there was nothing on it except some blackened beams. At this time, I really had the urge to open my eyes and look around to see what it was that scared her like this!
But thinking of Master's previous instructions, I still held back.
Master also raised his head and glanced at the beams. His expression was very calm, so he probably didn't see anything.
"Coming so soon..."
Master murmured, his voice low enough that only I could hear it.
Then he reached out and used cinnabar to draw a Chuanzi mark on Granny Tan's forehead. Granny Tan's body trembled suddenly, and then her tense body gradually relaxed, her eyes retracted, and the copper bell in her hand stopped shaking.
Granny Tan looked at the people surrounding the bed, stood up suddenly, grabbed Master's arm, and said almost in a high voice:
"He...is back...he's back!!!"
"Don't panic!"
Master said in a deep voice, his voice very rough, as if this voice was not meant for the Tan family, but for "him" hiding in a dark corner...