ghost craftsman

Chapter 102 The Shrine
He said: "Chuanzi, I don't know what's going on. When I saw the coffin, I felt uncomfortable, as if there were two eyes staring at me in the coffin."

As soon as I heard it, I looked towards the coffin. I didn't know if it was a psychological effect or what was going on. I suddenly felt that there were two eyes in the coffin, staring straight at me.

I shook my head vigorously, rubbed my cheeks again, and said to him: "There are no eyes, you must be blind."

Having said that, I was terrified and panicked, but I still suppressed my fear and tried to lift the lid of the coffin.

The lid of this coffin is quite heavy, it is estimated to weigh more than 100 catties, which is also expected. The cypress wood is heavy, and the coffin made of cypress wood weighs more than 800 catties at least.

After a lot of effort, I finally removed a two-finger-sized opening in the coffin lid. I followed the opening and looked into the coffin, only to find that the light inside the coffin was very dim, and I couldn’t see anything, so I had to open the lid of the coffin. The coffin lid moved a little further.

With the help of the weak light, I looked over again, just for a glance, I only felt my scalp go numb, and a cold air rushed from the soles of my feet to my forehead, making me feel like I was struck by lightning.

But I saw a pair of eyes floating in the middle of the coffin, the eyes were as big as a thumb, glowing red, as if they could lure people's souls away.

Hell.

I cursed secretly, rubbed my eyes vigorously, and immediately lifted the lid of the coffin completely, and looked again, where were the eyes? It was clearly a shrine (kan) fifty centimeters high and thirty centimeters wide. There are only shriveled apples, and there is an incense burner directly opposite the shrine, which contains the remaining incense ash.

The strange thing is that the general shrines are decorated with Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva or the Lord of the Land, but the shrine in front of me is decorated with a wooden pig. What's even more evil is that the eyes of this wooden pig are very big, like a child's fist Big, and was painted with a layer of red paint.

If I hadn't seen a stone pig in the back mountain, I would even dare to believe that the wooden sculpture in front of me would be a pig.

Seeing this, I couldn't help but take a deep breath, and set up a shrine inside the coffin, what's the way?
Wait, pig?

Thinking of this, my eyes couldn't help but stare straight at the wood carving, and I wanted to take it out to have a look, but some things were also very evil. The moment I had this idea, the shrine was inexplicably He fell forward, and a pair of eyes rolled out of the shrine.

I have to say that the eyeballs are made so vividly that they seem real. I immediately took out the eyeballs and took a closer look. The material of the eyeballs is cypress wood, which is quite heavy, but I didn’t see anything wrong with it. So yes.

At this moment, Qin Lao San came over, I was slightly startled, and asked him if he was not afraid?

He looked at the pair of eyeballs in my hand, smiled awkwardly, and called me: "Chuanzi."

I asked him what was wrong, and he said, "The moment the shrine fell, the previous feeling disappeared immediately."

When I heard that there was this matter, I stared at my eyeballs, and there was nothing unusual except that it was made more realistically. There is no reason.

Afterwards, the two of us looked around the coffin for a long time, as before, without any gains.

This made the two of us a little frustrated. We thought we could find some clues by looking at the coffin.But now, except for a shrine, there is nothing to be found. I really answered a word, came here full of expectations, and returned disappointed.

Immediately, I put a pair of eyeballs into the coffin, and asked Qin Laosan to put the lid on the coffin, and finally put the snakeskin bag on the coffin, and I was ready to go back to the village.

After finishing all this, Qin Laosan, who had been tense all the time, suddenly asked me: "Chuanzi, aren't you curious about the wooden pig in this coffin?"

Why am I not curious, I can't just stare at this wooden pig and not let go!

But, let me say it again, carpenters generally don’t dare to carve this kind of wooden pig, but when we ghost carvers, we usually choose willow wood or golden nanmu to carve, and we will never use cypress wood to carve, and then think of coffins materials.

An absurd idea came to my mind, this coffin was not made by carpenters or ghost craftsmen, even the shrine and the wooden pig inside the shrine could not be made by carpenters or ghost craftsmen.

The reason is simple. A knowledgeable person will never make such a common-sense mistake.

So the question is, who made this coffin?Who made the shrine?
For a while, I was full of doubts, and I was not in the mood to talk, so I gave Qin Laosan a wink, meaning to go back to the village.

The third son of Qin didn't say anything, so he followed me and walked towards the village.

Some things are said, and no one would dare to believe them. The reason is that the facts are too evil. I just walked seven or eight meters at that time, and suddenly felt that the position of the trouser pocket was a bit hot. At first, I didn’t care, but then The burning sensation became stronger and stronger, and I couldn't bear it anymore, so I stretched out my hand and scratched it.

As soon as I scratched it, I immediately noticed that there seemed to be something in the trouser pocket, which was round and as big as a child's fist.

At the moment, I reached into my trouser pocket and touched it, feeling a little dazed.

Seeing that my expression was not right, Qin Laosan asked me, "What's wrong?"

I glanced at him, swallowed, and asked him with a trembling voice: "Third brother, did I throw those eyeballs into the coffin earlier?"

He seemed to think of something, nodded vigorously, and said, "I saw you throw it in with my own eyes."

"Then what is this?"

While talking, I took out the round object from my trouser pocket, which was exactly the eyeball of the wooden pig.

Whether it's me or Qin Laosan, when he saw this eyeball, his eyes were full of disbelief, just as Qin Laosan said, he saw me throw this eyeball into the coffin with his own eyes, and I also clearly understood I remember that the eyeball was obviously thrown into the coffin by me.

But, now the eyeball just appeared in my trouser pocket, it's really unbelievable.

The two of us stared at these eyeballs for a long time, but didn't see anything. In desperation, I had no choice but to ask Qin Laosan, "Lao San, let's take the lid off the coffin and go take a look?"

He glanced at me, a little timidly, but after seeing the eyeball in my hand, he suppressed his fear and nodded.

Soon, the two of us opened the coffin lid again, and saw that, as we expected, there was an eyeball lying quietly in the coffin.

Qin Laosan and I looked at each other, and while putting the eyeball in my hand into the coffin, I said to Qin Laosan, "Lao San, see clearly, I put this eyeball in."

He swallowed, but didn't speak.

After putting the eyeballs in, I looked carefully, and after confirming that both eyeballs were in the coffin, I slowly closed the coffin lid.

After finishing all this, I took a deep breath, touched my pocket again, it was empty, and walked towards the village with Qin Laosan while talking.

Just when we were about to reach the village, a figure ran towards us in a hurry. Dingqing saw that it was Huang Jinshan. He looked very excited. When he saw me, he grabbed me and went to the village without saying a word. Running, I asked him what was wrong, and he said, "He's dead again."

The simple four words are like a huge boulder weighing a thousand catties to me, and I said anxiously, "Who is dead."

He said: "I don't know who died, but I know that the person was burned beyond recognition."

Burnt to death?
My expression tightened, and I vaguely felt that I had caught something, but the feeling was fleeting, and it wasn't until Qin Laosan muttered something beside me that I suddenly became cheerful.

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