As soon as Mr. Wang finished speaking, I jumped out of the coffin. Although I wanted to save people, I didn't want to die either.
After jumping out of the coffin, I immediately took four or five steps back and said I would never go near the coffin again - Mr. Wang was going to die anyway, who could guarantee that he wouldn't take the risk and actually kill me to save his life?
Don’t forget, the first two times I tried to stand up from the coffin, Mr. Wang slapped me back. He obviously wanted to kill me.
But this time, Mr. Wang didn't seem to care that I jumped out of the coffin. Instead, he picked up a small spoon and started filing on the inner wall of the coffin.
Compared with the neatness with which he opened the coffin box before, this time his movements were very messy, and within a short time he had scratches all over the inner wall.
After finishing it, he said to me, "Take off your baby and give it to me."
My heart tightened, and a thought suddenly came to me. If I took off my shoes, I wouldn't be able to run fast. Wouldn't he be able to catch me easily?
Thinking back to the fact that Mr. Wang had asked the village chief to tell every household not to go out at night, I felt that it was almost certain that Mr. Wang was going to kill me.
Ants are still greedy for life. If you ask me to take off my shoes and wait for death, bah!
So not only did I not take off my shoes, I turned around and ran to the door of the ancestral hall, and stepped out of the threshold with one foot. As long as I found Mr. Wang making the slightest move, I would run away and I would never let Mr. Wang succeed!
I thought that Mr. Wang would get angry when he saw me like this, but I didn't expect that Mr. Wang looked at me like an idiot, and then said very confidently, if I want to kill you, will I give you a chance to prepare?
As soon as these words came out, I was stunned.
Thinking of the previous scene where Mr. Wang threw a wooden block and hit me on the back of the head, I stopped eating immediately.
Indeed, if Mr. Wang really wanted to kill me, if he had thrown an iron awl at me, wouldn't I have died? Why would he need to go to such great lengths?
After thinking about this, I smiled sheepishly, walked up to Mr. Wang, and took off my shoes obediently.
Mr. Wang rolled his eyes at me, then picked up my shoes, put them on the handle of the axe, and hit the inner wall of the coffin at the end again and again, which made me feel pain in my body - my family has no money to begin with. I bought this pair of shoes after doing my work-study program for a long time!
Mr. Wang didn't care, and smashed the coffin with all his strength on the left and right sides, as if the coffin box had a grudge against him.
But what I haven't figured out is that if there is really a grudge, wouldn't it be better to just use an ax to chop it? Why do you need to put on shoes for protection? Isn't this just taking off your pants and farting? It's unnecessary?
Mr. Wang ignored me and smashed it on both sides. Then he moved the lid of the coffin and continued to smash it with the ax handle covered with his shoe.
But there is one detail I noticed. When Mr. Wang smashed the bottom of the coffin, he used the heel of his shoe to cover the ax handle. The other three walls were covered with the toe of his shoe.
After doing this, Mr. Wang threw the shoes to me, and then went back to chopping wood.
I sat aside and guarded my grandpa's ever-burning lantern. I was afraid that my grandpa would jump out of the coffin if the lantern went out, so I was very nervous and my eyelids kept fighting up and down. If Mr. Wang hadn't been knocking next to me, I think I would have fallen asleep long ago.
Mr. Wang's banging sound continued until about one o'clock in the morning. When the banging sound stopped, I fell asleep within a few minutes.
In the dream, I saw my grandfather’s strange wrinkle-free smiling face again, and I also saw him holding another identical paper face and pasting it on my face. I was so scared that I hurriedly ran away, and then there was a sharp pain in my forehead. Sober up.
Just as I was about to cry out in pain, my mouth was held down by a hand, and then I saw Mr. Wang's weathered face appear in front of me, he made a silencing gesture towards me, and then pointed with his finger. The coffin in the center of the yard.
Only then did I realize that I was actually lying in the same coffin that I had tried before. The severe pain on my forehead just now was caused by hitting the wall of the coffin when I turned around.
I took a look at my grandfather's coffin, but didn't find anything strange, and then asked him what happened with my eyes.
Mr. Wang lowered his voice and said, please listen carefully, there is a sound.
I pricked up my ears and heard nothing but the rustling of leaves in the wind.
Mr. Wang said, look at the long light dripping from the bottom of the coffin.
I looked sideways and felt a chill down my back. The flame of the ever-burning lantern was pointing straight upward, without leaning to any side. Not to mention the wind blowing the leaves, there was not even a breeze!
Then this voice...?
Mr. Wang pointed to the coffin and said that something was coming from inside, but I didn't expect it to be anything like that.
Coming from inside the coffin? Did my grandfather really commit suicide?
Mr. Wang said, this is not a corpse fraud, but... Bah, dog day, now is not the time to think about these things, the key now is not to let your grandfather come out, otherwise everyone will have to see Marx.
As soon as I finished speaking, I heard a "bang" sound coming from the coffin, as if something was hitting the inner wall of the coffin, dull and eerie.
When Mr. Wang heard the sound, his expression changed drastically, and he shouted, "The crutch is broken, and he is going to be knocked out."
After shouting, he grabbed my arm and carried me towards the coffin. Then he pointed at the coffin and told me to climb up quickly and lie on top of it just like you did when you slept that night.
I didn't know what Mr. Wang meant by this, but the sounds coming one after another from the coffin didn't allow me to think too much, so I climbed up in a few moments.
With all my conscience, I would rather sleep in my coffin than lie on a coffin with a corpse.
Mr. Wang said, stop farting, and you will be able to lie down for me until you get up. I didn’t tell you to come down, but you couldn’t come down even if you died.
After finishing speaking, Mr. Wang opened his legs and ran out of the ancestral hall as before, and his figure quickly disappeared into the night.
In the pitch-black courtyard of the ancestral hall, illuminated only by the faint moonlight from the sky, beneath me was a coffin containing my grandfather’s body. Behind me, there were dozens of souls scattered on the ground that had not yet been restored. This scene, just thinking about it, , it makes people’s scalp numb!
The banging sound became more and more intensive, and I could even feel the coffin vibrating.
I had never experienced anything like this before. I was so scared that my whole body was shaking. I could only keep saying to the coffin, Grandpa, don’t come out, don’t come out, I’m afraid…
I don’t know if my voice had an effect, but the dull sound in the coffin stopped. Before I could breathe a sigh of relief, the rustling sound from before started again. At the same time, I felt as if something sharp was pressed against my chest, and I felt a sudden panic.
I hunched over and took a look, but the light was too dark and I couldn't see anything. So I held the lid of the coffin with one hand and reached in with the other hand to touch it.
I first touched a gap, which was not very long, and then I touched a small piece of iron that came out of the gap.
It must be that the workmanship was not done properly when the coffin lid was riveted, and the iron piece protruded.
Just as the thought passed, the small piece of iron suddenly moved to the side, and made a "rustling" sound like the leaves blown by the wind...
At that moment, I instantly realized that the gap was left when Mr. Wang opened the coffin lid and struck it with an axe.
So this protruding thing is not a small piece of iron at all, but my grandfather's fingernail!
ah! ! !
I couldn't hold on any longer and jumped off the coffin...
