This is the second time today that I have seen Mr. Wang lose his temper like this. The previous time was when he recognized the nine-corpse worship pattern, and this time it was after he heard me say something unintentionally.
I was confused both times. I didn’t know why Mr. Wang suddenly turned into such a crazy look.
Seeing that Mr. Wang didn't recover from his crazy look for a while, I started to panic a little.
Mr. Wang still needs to deal with the tearful portrait in Chen Guzi's home; the eight immortals carrying the coffin who come here every night to kneel and kowtow still need to be dealt with by Mr. Wang; and I have the luck to become one of the dishes of many craftsmen and Yin people. I still need Mr. Wang to take me to find that Zhang Hazi.
All these things, Mr. Wang is indispensable for any of them. If he really goes crazy, I guess I will not be far from death.
In desperation, I suddenly remembered how he slapped me on the shoulder when I had a splitting headache. So I followed his memory and imitated his gestures, and slapped Mr. Wang on the shoulder from bottom to top. fan.
But I only slapped my hand once, and Mr. Wang slapped my hand away, then looked at me with a pale face and said, if you don’t know how to fan, don’t fan randomly, it might kill someone.
I saw that although Mr. Wang's face was still very pale, his expression had almost recovered, so I asked him what had just happened and why he became like that all of a sudden.
Mr. Wang shook his head and did not answer me. Instead, he pointed to the road down the mountain, and then walked down the mountain at the lead.
Although I was full of doubts, I also knew that if Mr. Wang didn't want to say anything, he wouldn't tell me no matter how much I asked, so I simply didn't ask and followed him down the mountain.
Mr. Wang said nothing along the way, and his expression was extremely gloomy.
The two of us walked down the mountain to Chen Guzi's house without meeting anyone else on the way. This made me feel very relieved. Otherwise, if the villagers got up so early, they would probably encounter the Eight Immortals who carried the coffin not long before we came down the mountain.
If a person walks in the village with his eyes closed, it can be understood as sleepwalking. But if eight people showed up at once, and they were all the people carrying my grandfather's coffin, then this matter would never end.
And I'm still a little worried now, that is, the Eight Immortals carrying the coffins all have family members. If they didn't go back for one night, wouldn't they arouse suspicion in their families? When their families gather together, things will still be exposed.
But now I can't care so much. I just hope that this layer of window paper can be punctured later. In this way, Mr. Wang will have more time to remove the 'Nine Corpse Worshipers'.
After I followed Mr. Wang into the courtyard of Chen Guzi's house, I saw that the mourning hall was empty and there was no one. Logically speaking, those who had previously given Chen Guzi a dojo should have reached this point. It seemed that the portrait last night had made them cry and scared them so much that they would probably not come again.
Mr. Wang seemed to have expected this, so he didn't find it strange. Instead, he walked straight to the door of the main room. After putting down the cage, he reached out and took out a ball of black cloth, handed it to me, and told me, "Go in." Put it in the coffin. Remember, the head is pointed towards the shrine.
It's not that I'm afraid, it's mainly because I'm inexplicably resistant to Chen Guzi's mourning hall. I can't describe the feeling, it's like - well, I really can't find any other reason, I'm just afraid .
So I asked Mr. Wang, why don’t you let it go? Aren't you afraid that I put it in the wrong place?
Mr. Wang turned around without even looking at the mourning hall. He turned his back to Chen Guzi's coffin and said that the carpenter was only responsible for making coffins and could not help bury people.
I asked, is there such a thing? Why is this?
Mr. Wang didn't even look at it. He raised his hand and slapped me with the axe. He hit me on the buttocks with the body of the axe. He pushed me directly into the mourning hall. Then I heard him say angrily, "Just go in when I tell you to go in." , what the hell are you talking about?
After entering, I looked at Chen Guzi's memorial tablet, and I subconsciously wanted to bow to his memorial tablet. But just as I was about to make a move, Mr. Wang's voice came over. He said, never bow to the memorial tablet. You know, the corpse has been buried, so there can't be a memorial tablet.
I froze on the spot for several seconds, forced myself to stop bowing, and then planned to ask Mr. Wang if he had eyes on the back of his head, otherwise why would he know what I wanted to do.
But just as I opened my mouth, Mr. Wang's voice came again. He said, don't speak, otherwise you will spit a breath of yang energy on the corpse's face, hehe...
He stopped abruptly when he said this, leaving me with endless reverie. For a moment, the scene where the dead body I had seen before immediately turned into a corpse after receiving a breath of yang energy from a yang person appeared in my mind. I was so frightened that my hands trembled and I almost dropped the portrait in my hand to the ground.
I really want Mr. Wang to tell you all the precautions in one breath, otherwise I am really worried that if I make a wrong step, I will not be able to break Chen Guzi's Baili Corpse Monument. I really can't bear this kind of sin.
But until I pushed open the coffin lid and took out Chen Guzi's portrait, Mr. Wang didn't speak again. Only after I put the photo frame into the coffin, Mr. Wang told me to cover the photo frame with the paper money dropped in the coffin, and then close the coffin lid.
I put it down as instructed, then walked to the other side and pushed the coffin lid back - I tried to pull it, but I didn't pull it, so I had to push it from the opposite side to put the coffin lid back on.
However, the moment the coffin lid closed, I heard a 'bang' sound coming from inside the coffin.
I was so frightened by this sound that I backed away repeatedly. I retreated straight to the wall before I realized what I was doing. I hurriedly shouted outside the mourning hall, Mr. Wang, come in and put nails in!
As soon as I finished speaking, Mr. Wang appeared in the mourning hall, as if he knew something was going to happen in advance. He didn't know when he had a square ruler and a pen made of wood chips in his hand.
After Mr. Wang came in, he did not put nails to seal the coffin. Instead, he used a square ruler to place on the lid of the coffin. He held a wooden pen in his other hand against the edge of the square ruler and drew a long straight line from the head of the coffin down.
While he was drawing the line, there was still a constant banging in the coffin. But Mr. Wang seemed not to have heard. After drawing the line, he took out a plane from the back cage and placed it on the coffin. The noisy coffin immediately became quiet.
Only then did I pluck up the courage to go up and ask Mr. Wang, why is this happening?
Mr. Wang said, "Why is Hanen so good? Some people don't want Chen Guzi's body to be scattered in the coffin."
I asked in surprise, who?
Mr. Wang shook his head and said, don't ask, the more you know, the faster you will die. You clean up and go to Xiangtu in a while to find Zhang Hazi.
Seeing how anxious Mr. Wang was, I subconsciously asked, is the other party really that powerful?
Mr. Wang snorted coldly and said, "I treat your grandfather as a pawn. Do you think he is awesome?"
