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Chapter 1: It’s unwilling to fall into the evil coffin

My name is Ma Yiming. I am twenty years old this year. I live in Majiagou, Luoyang. There is only my grandfather, my father and I. Since I was sensible, I have never seen my grandmother and my mother.

When I was a child, I asked my grandpa, where did grandma and mother go, and grandpa smoked dry cigarettes but just stopped talking. As I asked too much, I stopped asking.

My grandfather is usually taciturn and likes to hold his own cigarette pole to smoke when he has nothing to do. He is a famous coffin carryr. It is said that the coffin he carried is stable and rarely happens, but my grandfather has a rule that he does not carry a female coffin.

I was so mean when I was young. I was bound to go up the house and lift tiles and down the river to catch fish. I was the kind of person who was leading the way in trouble because I didn’t know how many times I was beaten by my father. As I grew up, I became much more restrained.

Our Majiagou population is simple and we have always been in harmony, but something strange happened a few days ago.

There is a very beautiful girl named Ma Fangfang in our village. She is only eighteen years old and looks beautiful like a flower. I don’t know why she is hanging at my home.

But what's strange is that Ma Fangfang's parents, whose daughter died, felt relieved, and they were preparing for the funeral. They were like they wanted to be buried that day, but no matter how soon they were, they would be over the first seventh.

Ma Fangfang's parents found our home and begged my grandfather to help lift the head of the coffin.

"Uncle, look, my daughter was hanged at home, and she was considered a terrible death. No one in the village was willing to carry this coffin. I paid a lot of money and finally begged a few young young people, but they said they would not raise the coffin head, so how could it be if no one carried the coffin head?" Ma Fangfang's father looked bitter and revengeful.

Ma Fangfang's mother answered the words, "Uncle, you are the famous Eight Immortals in our village. I heard that you used to be a person who had been tragic to death when you were young. Please help me this time!"

Experts call those who carry coffins the Eight Immortals, also called the Eight Great Vajras, and in some places they are also called coffins or weight lifting. Generally, eight or sixteen people carry coffins in rotation, and most of them are called Eight Immortals.

It was almost dark at that time, and our family was preparing to have supper, so I eavesdropped while placing the dishes and chopsticks.

In fact, the coffin means promotion and wealth, and is regarded as a blessing. Therefore, as long as you have time, it does not break my grandfather's rules, he will generally not refuse it. However, Ma Fangfang is a female coffin, so my grandfather will definitely not carry it. I thought to myself.

Ma Fangfang's parents obviously came prepared. They knew my grandfather's rules and knelt down for my grandfather. In the end, Ma Fangfang's father had no choice but to take out a note from his pocket and handed it to my grandfather. He didn't know what was written on it.

After reading the note, my grandfather was smoking a dry cigarette, and his turbid old eyes appeared in the smoke.

Usually my grandfather showed such an expression and took a few more cigarettes to prove that he was thinking.

I was surprised. This was a matter of breaking his rules for decades. He didn't refuse directly? What was written on that note?

I don’t know how long it took, but he knocked on the upper part of his shoe with the blaster in his hand, “So, I will lift the head of this coffin for you, but we can say that it is the first one. The coffin carrying people you are looking for this time are all young, and most of them don’t know much. If you want to explain them well, you have to obey my command in everything.”

Ma Fangfang's parents wiped their tears and thanked them all over the place, while grandpa smoked dry cigarettes in a muffled voice and sent them away.

Then all day long, my grandfather looked dull. Seeing his appearance, I felt a little nervous.

To be honest, I was very happy that my grandfather was willing to carry Ma Fangfang's coffin. After all, I grew up together since childhood. Although I became a little distant after high school, I suddenly disappeared, which made me feel a little sad. It would be better for my grandfather to send her off for a ride in person.

So during dinner, I asked my grandfather if I could go with me to carry the coffin this time? Even if I can’t help, it would be good to send my childhood friends to my childhood.

My dad glared at me, "What are you going to do with me? Or join in the fun? I think you are still beaten and beaten!"

When I was a child, my dad beat me a lot. When I grew up, I didn’t dare to say anything. I didn’t say anything after hearing this.

Grandpa coughed a few times and glared at my dad, "What's the noise? You're still a big voice? Yiming is not young anymore. Don't scold him in the future."

Grandpa said this well, of course I still didn't dare to speak out and silence my head.

"You can go there, just follow from afar. Don't go in front of you, have you heard? When you get off the coffin and go back to the master's house, follow me to eat noodles."

Grandpa gave a few instructions and left with a dry tobacco.

On the day Ma Fangfang was buried, my grandfather and I had breakfast and walked to their house. Anyway, the time was calculated as "looking on the incense" people, and we just need to be buried at 11:00 noon. Grandpa didn't care about those, just listen to when the incense person told him to carry the coffin.

Look at the incense man in our world, which is actually similar to the witch, but they are not as powerful as the witch, but they only know some tricks and are considered half an outsider.

When everything was ready, the young people carrying the coffin came to my grandfather.

Grandpa swept around and said, "Carrying a coffin is not a trivial matter. There are many taboos. I don't have time to teach you those now. Just remember and keep silent and keep your hands off the pole. Don't say a word. No matter what happens on the road, you can't let go of the pole that supports the coffin!"

I watched my grandfather speak with a stern face from them.

One of the young people asked boldly: "Uncle, I heard that this girl was hanged by herself? Is this coffin difficult to get started?"

"Yes, this is considered a fierce coffin!" Another person agreed.

Grandpa glared: "What are you afraid of? Everything is important to be wronged and has a debt. As long as you don't think about it, this girl will not ask you for trouble! Stand one by one and prepare to listen to the slogan and start a coffin!"

Those young people had already collected all their money and spent some of them. At this time, they had no turning back and could only grit their teeth.

As the sound of firecrackers rang out, the incense man shouted and raised the coffin, and grandfather was about to get up with the pole that supported the coffin.

The coffin was not very big, so many people carried it, so it was more than enough, but the coffin was still motionless when it was used.

This scared everyone.

"This is too heavy!"

I don’t know which young man carrying the coffin said something, which made my grandfather turn around and scold him angrily, and then apologize to the coffin again, as if there were living people lying inside.

Seeing Xiangren frowned, she called Ma Fangfang's mother to give her some instructions.

Ma Fangfang's mother nodded repeatedly when she heard this, her eyes were red and walked to the coffin, and she choked and persuaded her, "Fangfang, I know you can't bear to leave your home, you can't bear to leave your father and me, go with peace of mind, things in the world have nothing to do with you anymore, go with peace of mind, your father and I will take good care of ourselves, we will burn paper money for you during the holidays, and you will be in the next life..."

As he said that, Ma Fangfang's mother's tears fell like a bead with a broken thread, "I will definitely be reborn in a wealthy family in the next life. Mom, I'm sorry for you..."

After persuading him, he just burst into tears.

She was crying, and there was a gust of wind coming from beside her, which made her eyes wiping.

It’s strange that after Ma Fangfang’s mother cried, the coffin could indeed be lifted. My grandfather carried the head of the coffin all the way to the chosen burial place.

After walking for hundreds of meters, I left Majiagou. I followed everyone from afar, feeling uneasy for no reason.

After walking a few steps, I saw a man carrying the coffin behind him tilted around and was about to soften. My heart skipped a beat and I quickly reminded my grandfather that someone behind me was about to faint.

The person who followed him saw it and quickly replaced the person.

I just changed my mind and took less than two steps, and someone was about to fall down, looking like he was about to throw the coffin out.

After changing one after another, the original young men were all replaced. My grandfather walked forward steadily, "Yiming, be ready to replace others."

Grandpa suddenly threw out such a sentence, and I was stunned.

How can anyone change this?

But no matter how surprised I am, I will come, and there is no one to replace, so I can only take over.

As soon as I picked up the pole carrying the coffin, I heard a sudden and strange sound from the pole, which looked like a mouse screaming. I didn't want to hold the pole on my shoulders.

The cemetery of Kanxiang was on the mountain. We walked out of Majiagou and had to bypass a large peach forest before we could go up the mountain. Some of us carried the coffin and just walked outside the peach forest. Something happened.

The coffin, which was not too heavy, suddenly seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. We gritted our teeth and couldn't control the coffin to fall to the ground.

Grandpa's head was sweating coldly: "It's a reluctance to fall to the ground, and it's a reluctance to fall to the ground."

What I mean is that Ma Fangfang died with her eyes open and was unwilling to leave? The young men were so scared that they fought with each other, and their hands became increasingly unstable.

Seeing that the incense man followed from afar, he didn't ask about our situation, and directly threw Ma Fangfang's father onto the coffin.

"Go away your daughter's resentment, lie down, your daughter will be willing to leave!" After seeing the fragrant man said, he directed us to continue walking, and he repeatedly told him to arrive at the time of calculation.

It's strange that we struggled to carry this coffin just by carrying it. We felt a little more relaxed when Ma Fangfang's father lay on it.

We arrived at the foot of the mountain with no trouble all the way. We were worried that something would happen again. As we saw that it was about to come, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, the young man next to me suddenly spit out a pool of black blood at the coffin.

The blood splattered a little onto the coffin, and the coffin suddenly trembled violently, as if something was inside. With a "click", all the ropes tied to the coffin broke.

"Clang!"
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