That's right, how did they carry my grandfather's pitch-black coffin up the mountain, and how did they carry it back again?
They put the coffin on the bench and sat down on the ground, too tired to say a word.
The fact that my grandfather's coffin came back was like a plague. It spread throughout the village in an instant. They all rushed to see the excitement. The yard was soon filled with people, many of whom were still carrying coffins. Rice bowl, take a bite from time to time.
Not long after, various noises were heard in the yard, but without exception, they all poked at the backbone of my family. They said it was no wonder the tiles couldn't be broken. It turned out that my grandfather had a grudge after his death and refused to be buried. He also said that there is no smile on the face of a dead person, it would be strange if nothing happened.
Mr. Dojo ignored those nagging people and just asked the Eight Immortals to build a simple awning around the coffin.
After doing this, Mr. Taoist told the villagers that he was not optimistic about the future and would go up the mountain again when he was optimistic about the future.
After saying that, he dismissed the villagers who were watching the fun, including the Eight Immortals, closed the courtyard door himself, and then sat down by the bonfire in the courtyard, frowning and smoking continuously.
I walked over and asked Mr. Chang what was going on.
He replied to me angrily, it could have been a big deal, life is not going well.
After he finished speaking, he just smoked and ignored me.
Finally, my cousin who stayed in the mountains for a day told me that there was a problem when they were carving wells (dialect, which means digging a hole to bury someone). They changed nine places and carved nine wells, but there was no one. With exception, water was dug out, and it was always the kind that couldn't be scooped out no matter how hard it was scooped out.
After working hard all day, when it was getting dark, they didn't dare to dig any more. They were afraid that something would happen if they dug any more, so they brought the coffin back.
Logically speaking, there is no turning back from the funeral. The coffin carried out must be buried no matter what. There is no reason to carry it back again. However, this matter is too evil and they dare not put the coffin on the mountain.
I believe that digging a hole in the same place will bring out water, but if you dig out nine different places in a row and you will find water, the probability of this is lower than winning the lottery.
I took a look at my grandfather's coffin, and when I thought of my grandfather's weird smiling face, I felt frightened and suddenly ran out of ideas.
At this time, Mr. Dojo pinched his cigarette butt and called me outside the yard. Seeing no one around, he asked me, when you first saw your grandpa dripping, did your eyes drip onto his face?
When I heard this, my mind buzzed, and I quickly asked, is it because of this that my grandfather refuses to leave?
Mr. Dojo didn't say yes or no. He just told me that I would go to the town to invite someone. If you happen to see the coffin, don't let the lights under the coffin go out.
After finishing speaking, he left.
Following closely behind were my cousin and the others.
This was what they had agreed upon in advance. When my grandfather went up the mountain, he would go back to work. They are all working people, and temporary leave is the most taboo in the workplace. Besides, our two families didn’t move around much in the first place, so it’s not easy for them to come all the way to see grandpa off for the last time.
After they left, the night fell completely, and I, and my grandfather's dark coffin were the only ones left in the huge yard. Under the light of the bonfire, the shadows swayed from side to side, like two people dancing.
My mind was filled with Mr. Dojo’s question, and while I was blaming myself over and over again, my body subconsciously moved further away from the coffin. I sat on the other side of the bonfire, paying attention to the ever-burning light under the coffin from time to time.
Time passed by, and the village became completely quiet. But at this moment, a gust of wind passed by, and the ever-burning lamp went out. I suddenly heard a bang, coming from the dark coffin opposite me!
Before I could figure out whether it was an hallucination or reality, I heard another harsh friction sound coming from the coffin. It sounded like the friction sound of nails and wooden boards when pulling out iron nails with pliers.
At this moment, I finally saw clearly that the dark coffin lid was arching upward little by little!
My grandpa, he wants to push the lid off the coffin!
As soon as I had the thought, the coffin lid banged and was knocked over to the ground. Then I saw my grandpa, wearing a green shroud, slowly sitting up, with his back to me, and climbed out of the coffin.
I wanted to call him out, but the sound reached my throat, but it couldn't come out. My whole body seemed to be frozen. I could only sit there and watch, unable to do anything.
At this time, I was still lucky, thinking that my grandfather was not dead, but as soon as I had this thought, my grandfather took a step back. Because his back was to me, he took a step back, which was equivalent to taking a step closer to me.
How can any living person walk backwards? !
The thick bonfire shone on his body, and the cyan pattern on the shroud was clearly visible. I have never been so afraid of a color as I am now.
My grandfather stood there for a moment, and then his feet suddenly moved together, as if he was trotting all the way, and he instantly backed up in front of me. He was only a distance from a bonfire. I could even clearly see the white hair on his head.
I was so frightened that I almost forgot to breathe. I just watched my grandpa slowly squat down, then stretched out his hands, spread his fingers, and placed them on both sides of the bonfire. The whole person looked like It's like being warmed by a fire.
I felt that my brain was about to run out of oxygen, and I had to slowly exhale. But at this moment, I saw that grandpa’s head suddenly turned around without warning, turning 180 degrees, revealing his face. A pale face with a strange smile but no wrinkles!
"ah!"
I was so frightened that I fell backwards and sat down on the ground. I crawled back a few steps using my hands and feet until I hit the wall. Only then did I wake up and found that there was nothing on the other side of the bonfire, and there was still a bright light. It was on, and the coffin lid was intact on the coffin.
It was a false alarm, but it turned out to be a dream.
I was about to breathe a sigh of relief when I suddenly thought that the bonfire was in the center of the yard, some distance away from the wall. No matter how fast I climbed, I couldn't hit the wall in just a few steps!
Therefore, what is behind me is not a wall at all!
Thinking of this, my scalp instantly became numb, and my whole body trembled as I slowly raised my head. Then, I saw that weird smiling face that was so pale that it had no wrinkles, but the corners of its mouth were cleft to the earlobes!
