I'm very confused. My family has not offended anyone, so why would someone harm us?
Grandpa gritted his teeth and turned around and said, "The big red blood coffin is used to accumulate the grievances of the corpse. The blood coffin paves the way. This is a curse to your old Zhou family to cut off their descendants. Someone must be plotting against you behind the scenes."
My scalp was numb and I trembled as I said, "But grandma went to town and ordered these two coffins according to your instructions..."
"This is not my order!"
Grandpa interrupted me in a stiff tone and said that the last time he asked grandma to go to town to order a coffin, he specifically asked her to order an ordinary birthday coffin and the other coffin to be made of sycamore tree core.
"The ordinary birthday coffin is for your third aunt, and the other coffin made from sycamore tree core is for your mother..."
At this point, the Grand Duke paused and did not continue. Instead, he changed the topic and said very seriously, "Your grandma didn't listen to me. She actually got back two big blood coffins, and also took your third uncle and your third uncle." My aunt's body was placed in the blood coffin at the same time. The blood coffin is very evil, and your third uncle and your third aunt died violently. Adding more resentment to the resentment will completely destroy the Zhou family's feng shui!"
I was so frightened that I stammered, "What should I do?"
The grandfather looked gloomy and said nothing. He turned to look for grandma again, grabbed her shoulders with his hands, and shouted sternly,
"Who helped you lay the coffin? Did you do what I asked?"
Grandma was possessed by the evil spirits and her mind was muddled. Faced with Grandpa Gong’s stern questions, she giggled and sneered,
"Haha, just die... Anyway, my son is gone, it would be better if the whole family is dead, haha..."
"You old woman!"
Grandpa was so angry that he pushed grandma back hard, stood up, and walked towards me with a gloomy face.
"Your grandma is unconscious and can't ask any questions. I'm going to go to the town to find the coffin maker named Wang and find out why he wanted to create such a blood coffin to harm your family. You also come with me."
I was so frightened that I couldn't think. I looked at my unconscious grandma and said in a trembling voice, "We are all leaving. Is nothing going to happen to grandma?"
"She was just confused by the evil spirit. Her life is not in danger for the time being. Let's go quickly. We must find the person who put these two coffins before we can find a way to solve your family's affairs."
Grandpa anxiously took me out and ran as fast as possible to find a coffin shop in the town.
On the way, I asked in confusion, "Grandpa, why did the coffin maker named Wang want to harm our family? My family has no holiday with him."
Grandpa gritted his teeth, shook his head and said that he didn't know either. Only by finding the culprit could he figure out the whole story.
After walking for nearly two hours, we finally arrived in the town. It was almost dawn. Grandpa went straight to the coffin shop and banged on the door.
"Wang, get up quickly, I have something to ask you!"
But after taking several shots, there was no response from the coffin shop. I stood stupidly behind the grandfather, looking at the coffin shop in front of me. The room was dark, and the square yard looked like a giant coffin. , quite permeable.
I hesitated and said, "Tai Gong, is this coffin maker named Wang not at home?"
"No, it's still dark, there's no reason to go out so early."
Grandpa shook his head, kicked open the door of the coffin shop, and took me straight to the backyard.
When I went to the backyard, I saw a wine table set up in the middle of the yard. There was a man in black, sitting on a chair with his back to us, drinking alone.
"What time has it been, and you are still in the mood to have a drink in the courtyard!"
Tai Gong was so happy that he went up and scolded the man.
But I saw something was wrong. It was already five or six in the morning. Who would sit in the courtyard drinking alone at this time? Moreover, the coffin maker named Wang kept the same posture with his back to us from beginning to end, leaning straight on the chair. Faced with the Taigong's scolding, he did not react at all, and did not even intend to look back at us.
The Grand Duke also noticed something strange, and suddenly stood still and shouted with a puzzled look on his face, "Old Wang?"
The coffin maker remained motionless, but there was a faint smell of blood floating under the chair he was sitting on.
The grandfather was stunned, as if he had thought of something, his eyes widened, and he tentatively stretched out his hand and patted the coffin maker lightly on the shoulder.
It would have been better not to take a picture. With this shot, the coffin maker's body fell straight down like a puppet, hitting the ground stiffly, revealing a dead face with a weird smile.
He has long since run out of energy!
"Ah, Grandpa, look at him quickly..."
This weird scene scared me so much that I jumped up on the spot and howled at the top of my lungs. Grandpa covered my mouth with force and said, "Zhou Xuan, don't make any noise."
I stopped talking immediately, but my body was shaking violently, and I could barely stand still with the help of my grandpa.
Soon the grandfather walked up to the corpse alone, squatted down with a gloomy expression, and reached out to feel around under the coffin maker's neck.
A few seconds later, the grandfather twitched his eyebrows and pulled out a black iron nail from the chest of the coffin maker's corpse. He looked at it under the flashlight and his face turned pale.
It’s that coffin nail again!
It was exactly the same nail he put in my mother's coffin.
My face was numb, and I asked my grandpa tremblingly what was going on. Could it be that this coffin maker named Wang was also killed by my mother?
"Won't."
The grandpa took out a piece of yellow cloth with a livid face, wrapped the coffin nails, and said in a deep voice,
"If a ghost wants to harm someone, it has to find a reason. The coffin maker has no grudge against your mother. No matter how angry she is, she will never find her way to the town."
I was stupid and said she wasn’t my mother, so how did this coffin maker die?
"have no idea!"
The Grand Duke took a deep breath, gritted his back molars and said, "Zhou Xuan, it seems that I have thought of the problem too simply. The person who really wants to deal with your Zhou family is not your mother, but someone else."
The death of the coffin maker means that he was not the one who harmed our Zhou family. There must be a mastermind behind this coffin maker.
But who is the mastermind behind this, and why must he harm our Zhou family?
I couldn't figure out this question, so I turned around to look at Taigong, and found that his eyes were flickering, as if he had thought of something, but he refused to tell me.
"Grandpa..."
I was about to ask the question, but unexpectedly, Grandpa held my hand firmly and said in a low tone,
"The presence of the coffin nails here means that your mother's bones must have been touched. Let's go to the back mountain to see your mother."
"Um!"
I didn't object. Since my mother was buried in the back mountain, I have never had the chance to worship her. It's not that I don't want to, but my grandma stopped me from letting my family get close to her grave.
When we left the coffin shop, the sky was completely bright. We walked back to Zhoujiagou along the road, and soon we reached the back hill where my mother was buried.
It's strange. Logically speaking, the sun should have risen at this time, but the back mountain is covered by a white fog, making the vision muddy and hazy everywhere.
After traveling for such a long time, I was very tired. I was about to ask my grandpa if I could rest for a while, but before I could speak, I heard a sharp wild cat scream in my ears.
Meow~
The hoarse meow frightened me, and I quickly looked up to where the meow came from. In the distance, I saw a big black wild cat, lying coldly and faintly on my mother's grave, with a dark yellow His eyes were staring straight at me.
The grandfather also saw the wild cat lying on my mother's grave, and his face darkened.
"A wild cat cries in its grave, this is not a good sign..."
