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date="2020-10-01"

title="Chapter 8 Funeral 08┃ Coffin."

weight="95721"

series = ["Paintings of Terror"]

mode = "manual"

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"What will happen, I don't know," Mu Yiran glanced at him coldly. "The last person who did something similar was met with a terrible backlash."

"Okay, let's not burn it." Ke Xun spread his hands, "Then what if I draw a tortoise king goatee or something on their faces?"

Mu Yiran looked at him with a mentally retarded gaze: "In the Chinese culture of gods and ghosts, neither gods nor ghosts are insulted."

"So fucking gods and ghosts can humiliate people?" Ke Xun helplessly.

After everyone checked, there was nothing exciting to find. They looked at the sky. Although it was gray and gloomy, they knew that it was dawn, so they closed the main door and walked out of the courtyard.

Ke Xun remembered that the old man had confessed to him last night that he had to meet him at 8 o'clock this morning, so he called Wei Dong who had been in the yard.

As soon as I was discharged from the hospital, I saw the pancake stall owner sitting on the floor slumped, his face stained with water, and I didn't know whether it was sweat or tears.

Wei Dong finally remembered what Liu Yufei had told him last night, and pulled the owner of the pancake stall in the past: "Don't do useless things. You can't go out of this place. You will eventually return to the original place wherever you go. Come here, let’s follow everyone, maybe we can find a way back today."

The owner of the pancake stall got up in despair and followed in everyone's footsteps like a puppet.

Ke Xun asked Wei Dong: "What is going on back to the original place no matter how you run?"

Wei Dong pointed to the foggy depths in the distance: "Liu Yufei said that no matter which direction you run, you will eventually return to the origin of your start. This is like a painting placed in front of you and the person on the painting Run on the left side of the frame, and when you run outside the frame, people will appear on the right side of the frame again, and then run back to the original place, do you understand? You can’t get out of the frame anyway."

"...So desperate." Ke Xun sighed.

"What did you see in that room?" Wei Dong asked.

Ke Xun briefly talked to him. He raised his eyes and saw Mu Yiran walking in front of him, speeded up his pace to catch up, and asked him shoulder to shoulder: "Brother Xiaomu, talk about it, you found it in the hall at that moment. what?"

Mu Yiran closed his eyes, Ke Xun saw a little helplessness on his cold face like an iceberg, his eyebrows softened, and without urging, he just tilted his head and looked at him and waited quietly.

Mu Yiran looked down at the face in front of him. His messy short hair made this man look lazy and unruly, but the eyes under the two beautiful eyebrows were particularly pure and serious. , Black and white, a clear light flashed with a glance.

Just looking at this face, I really can't see that this person has the attributes of a cheeky duo.

Pursing her lips, Mu Yiran looked away and said in a low voice: "The wood of the coffin is problematic. The wood used to make the coffin is usually made of nanmu, paulownia, pine, or mixed wood such as cedar and cypress. The coffin is made of pure cypress, not adulterated cypress."

"So?" Ke Xun looked at him.

"In the funeral culture of some parts of China, pure willow or pure cypress wood is not allowed for making coffins." Mu Yiran said in a low voice. And if you use a pure cypress wooden coffin, it will be beaten by the sky."

"Heaven strikes?" Ke Xun raised his eyebrows, "Heaven strikes thunder strike?"

Mu Yiran nodded slightly: "It can be said. Therefore, using pure willow and pure cypress wooden coffins is a funeral taboo. Where there are related customs, it is usually impossible to make such mistakes."

Ke Xun turned his head and glanced at the Li Family House, which was already far behind: "But this family has committed a taboo. This shows..."

"It means it was done deliberately," Mu Yiran also glanced back intently, "Knowingly committing it, there is probably only one possibility for this practice, which is to turn taboos into curses."

Ke Xun: "...curse? It's amazing. Why is this?"

Mu Yiran looked down and seemed to be thinking: "Even if it is a painting, the content must be logical, and if it is a realistic painting, it must be combined with reality. After we enter the painting, we become the role of the painting. One member. Among them are spirit guards, wood choppers, granary guards, warehouse guards, and grave diggers..."

"It seems that something is missing." Ke Xun looked at the few people walking in front.

Mu Yiran's eyes flickered: "The second protagonist in the funeral ceremony is missing."

"Who?" Ke Xun looked at him.

Mu Yiran moved his gaze to his face: "Family of the deceased."

Ke Xun Daigu wakes up: "Yes, there were no other roles in the yard last night except for us. Wait, would the three who died were the family of the deceased?"

"No." Mu Yiran pointed at the people walking in front with his chin. "We all wear the same attire. If it is a family member of the deceased, we should wear heavy filial piety, or if not, the attire will be different. Judging from the "arrangement" in the old man's house last night, we should be "village people."

"Then why let the villagers guard their spirits?" Ke Xun asked.

"In some villages with a small population, one family does affair, and the whole village has to help." Mu Yiran replied.

Ke Xun asked, "Could it be that Xiaomu, you are a simple farmer brother?"

Mu Yiran looked at him coldly: "Read more."

"I'm from the sports department." Ke Xun has no shame on his face. "By the way, can the book teach you how to identify coffin wood?"

Mu Yiran didn't want to answer, but he seemed to be afraid of being pestered by Ke Xun, so he had to reluctantly: "I have friends who are obsessed with woodcraft."

This "obsession" is very particular, and usually accompanied by the obsession is the madness of Amway-it is estimated that Amway's knowledge about wood is not uncommon.

"Then why didn't the family of the deceased show up?" Ke Xun retrieved the topic, "The deceased was cursed with a cypress coffin, so the family did not say anything? Who is the person who made the coffin for the deceased?"

Mu Yiran said quietly: "Find the answers to these questions, and you will probably be able to leave here."

The talking room has arrived at the old man’s house last night. After entering the door, he saw buns, rice porridge and bowls and chopsticks on the table of the house. The old man’s lifeless eyes swept over the crowd: "Everyone worked hard last night, let’s have breakfast first. There is no work to do. You can rest. Come to me when it gets dark. I will arrange work for you tonight."

After speaking, the old man turned and went into the back room.

Ke Xun was thinking about whether the food on the table would be poisonous, but saw that two or three people had already walked over and sat down to eat. Ke Xun looked at Mu Yiran and saw that his face was a little dark, but he also walked towards the table. I served myself a bowl of porridge.

"Really all right?" Ke Xun sat next to him, watching him scoop a spoonful of porridge into his mouth, acting gracefully.

Liu Yufei next to him said sneerly: "Don't worry, if the food is poisonous, there is no need to make so many mysterious things to toss us, just throw it in the house for a month, no one will survive."

Ke Xun still looked at Mu Yiran: "Then what's the matter with your face? There is shit in the porridge?"

Mu Yiran gave him a cold look: "I want to die in a second, I will fulfill you."

Ke Xun immediately remembered how he had been pushed on the ground by this person last night, and said, "Don't make trouble, eat."

He stretched out his hand and grabbed two buns, and handed one of them to Mr. Mu with a terrible way. Mr. Mu ignored him and was snatched by Wei Dong.

Next to him, Liu Yufei stirred the rice porridge in a bowl with a spoon in disgust, while continuing to talk to Ke Xun: "He doesn't look good. I guess it's because the two grave diggers are dead. "

Ke Xun had a meal, counted the heads in the room, and found that there were indeed two missing from the grave digging yesterday: "How do you know those two are dead?"

"Because the old man didn't wait for the two to come back and let us have dinner," Liu Yufei pointed to the back room. "If the two are still alive, the old man will wait for everyone to say that."

"Grass." Wei Dong cursed in a low voice next to him, "I folded five in one night. With this efficiency, how many can we have left after today?"

No one answered his words, they just ate in silence. Some people looked numb, some seemed thoughtful, and some were desperate.

The taste of this meal is really indescribable. The porridge is cold, the steamed buns are hard, and a few pickles sticks are covered with white hair. I don’t know what ingredients the steamed stuffing is. It tastes like grass and smells like horse dung. child.

But no matter how unpalatable it is, you still have to eat it, otherwise I don’t know how long it will last.

A terrible meal was quickly over, Mu Yiran stood up and walked out.

Ke Xun pulled Wei Dong to follow: "Where to go?"

"Walk outside and look for clues." Mu Yiran replied in a deep voice.

"Can you walk around? Are you afraid of encountering something inside?" Wei Dong asked.

"According to what the painting reflects, it should be fine during the day," Mu Yiran said. "What's more, in the old man's speech just now, he didn't mention that he was not allowed to go outside, so there should be nothing wrong."

"Let's go with you." Ke Xun decided to hold the big man's thigh tightly and not relax.

Mu Yiran ignored him and walked out of the yard as soon as his long legs walked straight to the north of the village.

The north of the village is a wasteland, and the farther place is still boundlessly chaotic.

Over the wasteland, a bit of a jackdaw screamed sternly, and after circling a few times, it landed next to a mound.

Ke Xun Wei Dong followed Mu Yiran strode over, but saw two bodies beside the mound.

Wei Dong yelled and sat on the ground with his hips, buttocks and hands together with the ground for seven or eight meters before stopping, shaking at the corpse.

"Close your eyes and go away." Ke Xun stopped in front of him. He didn't really want to see the death of the two corpses, but he saw Mu Yiran approaching directly, lowering his head to examine the corpse carefully. , Endured the discomfort and then glanced at the corpse.

This look almost came out on the spot.