They had never seen the grin on Grandpa's face before sealing the coffin. They had only seen the faint smile on Grandpa's face in the first two days.
But this is not the point, because if Mr. Dojo had struggled in the water, his facial expression should be ferocious, not smiling.
Ever since I heard what happened to them, I have been secretly praying that Mr. Dojo would never smile on his face.
It would be hard not to think of him dying in my grandfather's grave, if he still had the same smile on my grandfather's face...
I didn’t dare to think about it anymore. My mind was like a blur. I even forgot how I climbed up the mountain. I only knew that when I walked to my grandfather’s grave, I saw Mr. Dojo’s body lying next to the grave with his head on his head. There were people standing on both sides of our feet, waiting for us anxiously.
When they saw us arriving, they were obviously relieved. But when I saw the expression on Mr. Dojo's face, I felt it became difficult to breathe. It felt more like a heavy punch in the chest. The blow made me step back repeatedly, and finally fell to the ground.
The village chief kept calling "Old Man Chen" in disbelief. Finally, like me, he sat down on the ground, took out a dry cigarette from his pocket, and smoked it one after another.
He didn't know how long it took before he stood up again and told those people to carry the person back. If anyone asked, he would tell them it was a heart attack, remember?
The young men looked at each other, then looked at me, and nodded. I know that the reason why they agreed to keep the secret was partly because of the authority of the village chief, but more importantly, because they were afraid of my grandfather.
I followed them down the mountain in a daze. As soon as I entered the village, the village chief asked them to go to Mr. Daochang's house to arrange the mourning hall, and he led me towards my house.
When we were almost home, the village chief and I heard a series of dull and heavy sounds coming from the yard. We looked at each other and saw panic on each other's faces - we could both hear the sound. Only knocking on the coffin can make it happen!
Has the ever-burning lamp gone out again?
Although we were scared, the village chief and I still ran all the way into the yard, and then we saw a scene that stunned us - a slightly hunchbacked middle-aged farmer holding an ax to pry open the lid of my grandfather's coffin!
Before I could get angry, I saw the village chief walking over quickly, grabbing the farmer's hand, and almost crying, Mr. Wang, you are finally here. If you don't come, I won't even know how to stop crying. !
I don’t know this man, and I don’t know why the village chief is so respectful to him. I just know that he pried open the lid of my grandfather’s coffin, and I have no relationship with him.
Mr. Wang waved his hands and sighed, and asked, where is Chen Guzi?
Chen Guzi is the name of Mr. Dojo, I only found out afterwards.
When the village chief heard this, he glanced at me, and then lowered his voice and told Mr. Wang that something had happened to him... something had happened to him.
I saw Mr. Wang obviously stunned for a moment, and then asked the village chief, "Drown?"
Hearing this, the village chief and I were stunned.
Only a few of us know about Mr. Dojo. How did a foreigner know about him?
Seeing that we were silent, Mr. Wang sighed again and said something to himself, "It's too late."
The village chief asked him, "Didn't Old Man Chen come to the town to invite you to come to Kaimai?" Didn't you two come together?
I know what the village chief means. If the two of them come back together, then maybe nothing will happen to Mr. Dojo.
When Mr. Wang heard this, he froze on the spot and asked the village chief, when did he come to find me? I haven't seen him at all!
boom!
I felt as if my brain had been struck by lightning, exploding instantly into chaos.
The village chief and I both thought that Mr. Wang was invited by Mr. Daochang, but he actually said that he had never seen Mr. Daochang at all!
You know, there is no cell phone signal in our village at all, and only the village chief’s landline phone can communicate with the outside world. But the village chief is very sure that Mr. Dojo never called at all!
But if this is the case, then why did Mr. Wang come to our village? And the timing is so coincidental?
Mr. Wang sighed and said, I am your grandfather.
Boom!
Another thunderous explosion sounded, and my mind went blank.
My grandfather has been dead for several days. How could he go to town and ask Mr. Wang to come over? Or is it that what I saw last night was not actually a dream, but that my grandfather really crawled out of the coffin, walked all the way to town, and notified Mr. Wang?
When I think of my grandfather's pale and sly smile, walking with his head down on the dark path, my scalp feels numb.
Mr. Wang said that six days ago, your grandfather came to see me in the town and told me to come to your village in seven days and discuss something with me. I thought about coming a day early, but I didn't expect to be late.
Six days ago, wasn't it the day before my grandfather died? Why is he looking for Mr. Wang? Could it be that he knew in advance that he would die? And do you know what will happen after you die?
After Mr. Wang finished speaking, he ignored the shock of me and the village chief, but grabbed the ax and prepared to continue prying the coffin.
Just as I was about to go up to stop him, I heard him snort coldly and said to me, "Do you want to continue sleeping on top of the coffin?"
These words exploded directly in my mind, making me dizzy. I hurriedly looked at the village chief, but before I could speak, he had to tell me first. Only you and I know about this, I haven't told anyone.
But if the village chief didn't say it, how did the farmer know?
Mr. Wang ignored my question, but used an ax and a claw hammer to pull out all the nails on the coffin lid in three strokes. He looked so relaxed and comfortable, as if the nails were all nailed in. As easy as in the sand.
After pulling out all the nails, he pulled the village chief aside and then told me to open the coffin.
My grandfather had gone up and down the mountain. It was already hard enough. Now he has to open the coffin again? ----From ancient times to the present, only those who have been flogged will have their coffins reopened. How could I agree to open my grandfather's coffin? How disrespectful is this to our ancestors?
He pulled out the nails too fast before and I didn't have time to stop him, but now I won't let him open the coffin no matter what.
Mr. Wang snorted again and said, "If you don't want any more deaths in your village, open the coffin as soon as possible."
I didn't understand what he meant, and neither did the village chief. He looked at Mr. Wang eagerly, waiting for his explanation.
Mr. Wang said that after Uncle You went up the mountain, that idiot Chen Guzi had nine holes dug in succession. If I guessed correctly, he must have died in the well. What does this mean? Do you know?
After seeing the village chief shaking his head, he continued, this means that the eight people who dug the grave will die one after another!
The ones who dug the graves were the ones who carried the coffins. I knew very well that there were no more and no less than eight of them!
