Daomu Biji Chapter 33: Coffin

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It’s not surprising that I didn’t feel any pain after landing. The mud on the mezzanine floor saved me.

Perhaps due to exhaustion, I tried to stand up, but the mud held me tightly. So I just lay down and rested for a while, although the smell was a bit unpleasant.

At this time, if someone can grab me from the wall and take me to the mezzanine, regardless of gender, I will get married! , the feeling of wanting to cry without tears.

After a while I found the crutches, increased the pressure, and stood up reluctantly. I looked at the various footprints in the mud. One of the pair of footprints was very special, with a size of 45. It seemed that it was a very tall person. I speculated.

There was some fear in my heart. I seemed to be really helpless about the predicament in front of me. If the crutches could hold both sides of the wall and my arms were strong enough, maybe I could hang myself up like a horizontal bar, but the soles of my feet were mud, or I am a disabled person. Looking at the two-meter-high courtyard walls on both sides, the more I think about it, the less confident I become.

As I walked along the rut to the other end, my heart was getting more and more beating. During the more than 40 minutes since I fell, I really had no confidence at all. Now, it seems that I should really think about how I should die in this mezzanine.

Unless the city decides to demolish it, and the people from the demolition office can arrive within 7 days, and happen to hear my mosquito-like cry for help at that time.

When I was still about one meter away from reaching the wall, I suddenly noticed something was wrong with the red bricks on the right-hand side of the wall. The bricks were still there, but there was no cement seal between the bricks. I felt like a lost child. Suddenly, he became excited as if he had discovered an acquaintance. He raised his crutch and hit the brick hard. Sure enough, with a bang, a large hole more than one meter square appeared.

I couldn’t wait to lean over and get in. It was the back wall of Sanshu’s shop. On the other side of the wall was an alley. It was wrong to say that it was a wall, because when the house was being built, the wall of the house was directly connected to the wall. Riding to the top of the outer wall, when you look at the house from the outside, you can't see that there is such a mechanism here.

Since everything was closed except for the hole I made with my crutch, there was no lighting and it was very dark. I took out my lighter and took a look. The ground was very clean except for heavy objects being pulled by the rollers. Except for the traces, there is nothing special, and the soil at the source of the traces has obviously been pushed and smoothed, showing a different state from other mud.

I scraped the floating mud with my feet, and an iron gate emerged from under the mud that was more than half a foot thick. This type of iron gate is very common. Many cellars have this type of iron gate. The difference is, This gate appeared in such a hidden place, and it was done intentionally by my third uncle. I felt that many of my doubts were getting closer and closer to me, and an inexplicable excitement arose spontaneously.

I warned myself not to have too much hope, and to stay calm no matter what I saw. It might be the vegetable cellar of my third uncle. When I went down, I saw countless cabbages stored for the winter.

The iron gate was not locked. I tried my best to push him away, but I did not get down immediately. Instead, I passed through the air first, and then used my crutch to explore the distance from the ground. It was very close, and then I held on to the iron gate. The bar was lowered step by step using hands as support.

I turned on the lighter as usual and wanted to test the air concentration in the cellar.

But at this moment of light, there was a creepy feeling on the back of my neck.

Beside the many areas illuminated by the lighter, there is a small coffin parked. The lid of the coffin has been opened, and a rotten human head is piled on the ground. The hair is very long and disheveled. I heard the fat man said that the person is dead. In the future, the hair will continue to grow. It seems that this master has been dead for several dynasties.

The coffin liquid was exposed on the ground. The muddy area near the coffin was obviously worse than the rest of the ground. The corpses were also scattered around in pieces. The clothes all over the body were in piles. It was hard to tell which dynasty they belonged to. Due to the coffin liquid, Some of the hair was even mixed with the body parts of the corpse, which made me want to vomit.

Such coffins are rare. In ancient times, they were usually prepared for rich second-generation people with prominent family backgrounds or people with special status. However, this person must have a more special status, that is, the person is about to reach adulthood. And he has never been ignorant, that is to say, he is still a little virgin who will soon become an adult. In ancient times, when a man came of age, he was called wearing a crown or wearing a scarf, and this kind of coffin was also called a scarf coffin.

I once met a few people in Hangzhou who played with ancient corpses. They played all kinds of weird things. I didn’t understand their business. There was once a businessman from Guangzhou who talked about ancient corpses very clearly. He talked to me eloquently for a long time. It turns out that Ancient corpses are also very particular. Some can control the house, some can make money, some can harm people, and some can even help the owner to be blessed for generations. They use a special potion to support the ancient corpses and place them on A special Feng Shui position in your home is very technical.

I silently thought to myself, don’t play this trick with corpses. I came here empty-handed today, and I will definitely go back empty-handed. I will never touch a single plant or tree here.

I am very nervous. I have seen too many rice dumplings, and I always think that everything I see may turn into a rice dumpling.

The scarf coffin was only parked in a corner in the southeast. I observed it for a few minutes, and it seemed like there was nothing going on. Then I carefully looked around in other directions. The cellar was not big, only three meters square. There were two horizontal lines on the ground where I settled. A thin log, apparently used to move the object they wanted to drag.

I pressed against the wall of the cellar on the west side and slowly moved towards the center of the cellar, carefully observing everything I could see. A silhouette came into my eyes.