Folklore starts from the blood god of Xiangxi

Chapter 131 Arwen's Seven-Day Talk on the Coffin Stop (3K)

The old man is gone.

Passed away quietly.

People from the hospital came and went without careful examination.It's normal for a hundred-year-old man to die.

Issued a death certificate.

When he died, the old man still had a piece of soft stewed meat and half a bottle of wine in front of him, but the strange thing was that this meat, Ah Wen played by Lin Feng, had never been seen before.

The old man disappeared when he seemed to be eating, drinking and listening to TV.

Two days away, one hundred years old, happy and mourning.

Ah Wen invited the theater troupe to play and play lively. This is an old county town, and there are not so many particulars. They set off cannons, set up sheds, set up tables, and eat and drink.

Looking at those acquaintances who were smiling and gathered together, Ah Wen only felt strange.

During the blowing, some old friends of Ah Wen came to comfort him, saying that the old man has lived to be a hundred years old, and he is not disabled, let alone suffering, and can eat and drink, but he just sleeps on the sofa at home. gone.

It's a good thing.

It is good news.

No matter what others say, Ah Wen is still very sad, because he is No.1, so Lin Feng can't do anything, he can only follow the plot.

Others comforted him. Ah Wen said that the old man was very energetic. On the morning of his death, he drank three ounces of white wine, and asked him to buy two pig's knuckles at night. He came back with wine. How could such a person die so easily?
Upon hearing this, the others couldn't speak anymore, so they patted him on the shoulder and stopped talking.

The old man probably knew that he would die at any time, so he put together his passbook password, real estate certificate, and will.

Arvin has a key.

He didn't pay attention to the passbook, but picked up the will. Lin Feng carefully observed the will through Awen's perspective, hoping to get some clues from it.

In the will, the old man seems to have thought of this day long ago.

In addition to the regular division of property, the old man asked Arwen to be obedient and give him a complete funeral ceremony.

The core of the ceremony is to stop the coffin for seven days.

The filial son throws the basin, the witch leads the way, and worships for seven days.

Lin Feng didn't see any problems from this. The motherland has a vast territory, and it's hard for him to know where the old man is from. From the point of view of this ceremony, there is no point other than the repeated emphasis on burial and cremation. .

The coffin was parked for seven days in the old house next to the county seat.

In the past few days, people have come over one after another, some are descendants of the old man's friends, and some are friends of Ah Wen.

Awen sat in front of the coffin with a haggard appearance, stopped the coffin, and kept watch at night. Because he had no family, no one replaced him, and he would occasionally sleep in the yard.

Everything was normal.

until the evening of the seventh day.

Awen was overworked, lay down next to the spirit table, and fell asleep.

Immediately, he heard the sound of a cat meowing.

There was a cat, a black cat, which smelled the aroma of dinner and sneaked in through the wall.

broken.

Awen knew in a daze that it was broken.

Although in his sleep he didn't know why the cat meowed and it was broken, he also didn't know why he knew it was a black cat.

But he just knew that no cat should appear at this time.

But he is too tired.

The bed was so strange that he couldn't get up. Under this strange feeling, Awen heard someone open the door of the room.

"Squeak".

The door shaft of the old house made a hoarse and unpleasant sound.

There should be no sound when a cat walks, but Ah Wen, who is in the nightmare, can really hear footsteps.

Lin Feng's immersed No.1 said he felt this oppressive and treacherous situation, because everyone's senses were magnified because of being pressed on the bed by treachery.

Illusion and reality superimposed, mixed with the ever-increasing heartbeat, Arwen heard someone approaching the mourning hall.

"Meow~"

The cat also meowed.

Awen was in a hurry, he felt himself getting up, but in fact, he fell into a deeper dream, he felt that his soul was out of his body, and he could see his body—actually it was just an illusion, his brain told He, he saw his own body, in fact, there was nothingness in front of his eyes.

Even Lin Feng felt a strange depression.

The cat made a sharp and unpleasant sound similar to that of Chun, and kept barking around the coffin. Awen became more and more anxious, more and more anxious.

"what!"

Finally, he uttered a scream and woke up, covered in cold sweat and with a splitting headache.

Ignoring himself, he turned his head and looked towards the mourning hall.

Grandpa's black and white photos are flickering under the constant light.

The door is closed.

no cats.

Nothing at all.

Awen breathed a sigh of relief.

too tired.

is hallucination.

He sat back on the chair again, took a sip of herbal tea, and then saw the top of the fallen clothes on the ground.

A chill crept up his back.

Goosebumps, slowly getting up.

Trembling, he grabbed the clothes. It was a coat. The problem was, he didn't put the coat on his back when he was sleeping.

There are no outsiders here.

Awen set his sights on the coffin.

He put his ears on the coffin and listened carefully, but he heard nothing.

The next day, Ah Wen asked someone to open the coffin.

The coffin was too heavy for one person to open.

He remembered being said.

Sometimes people will have suspended animation, so the first seven souls are actually waiting for the suspended animation to come back to life.

Prevent the dreaded burial alive.

Ah Wen's actions were naturally regarded as being overly sad, and two good friends came to accompany him, fearing that something would happen to him, and accompanied him through a process.

After the first seven days, it was five o'clock in the morning, and it was still dark. He was wearing sackcloth, and the filial son threw the basin, called his grandfather's name, and buried his grandfather.

After entertaining friends, Ah Wen returned to the old house, which lingers with an old man's smell.

Awen didn't dislike this taste at all.

Unfortunately, the old man is gone.

On the tea table in the living room, the wine was good, but the meat was full of maggots. Ah Wen threw the meat into the trash can, started to pack things, and finally came to Grandpa's bedroom, and saw a big red box with peeling paint at the foot of the bed.

But Ah Wen had never seen that box.

He can see all the things of grandpa, but this thing is always locked, and Ah Wen has no key.

There is no mention of the disposal of this thing in the will.

Awen didn't have a key, so he hesitated for a moment, picked up a hammer, and knocked on the lock.

I don't know if it's an illusion.

When knocking on the lock, Awen always felt that someone was standing at the door of the bedroom watching him. Awen couldn't help observing the house from the sidelines—it was a very old public housing, and the sunlight was extremely poor. There seemed to be a person standing at the door.

Awen turned his head to look in horror.

The bedroom door was pitch black, and there was nothing there.

Is it too worried, hallucinations?
He kept knocking on the lock, and while knocking, he turned back to the bedroom door.

Ah Wen swallowed a mouthful of saliva, continued to pick up the hammer, and knocked on the lock. The lock looked a bit rotten. After he broke the lock, he stretched out his trembling hand and opened the box.

A musty smell emanated from the box, hitting his nose, making his nostrils sore, and tears came out of his eyes.

At this moment, he could see that someone outside the door was indeed looking at him.

"Who!"

Awen stood up in fright, and turned to look at the door.

But there was still no one at the door, only the smell of the old man lingered in his nose.

Ah Wen hesitated, and finally closed the bedroom door, then returned to the box, and looked at the box that his grandfather never allowed him to open.

Above is a notebook.

He picked up the notebook, which looked like a crew diary?
Crew diary?

Or English?

Where did grandpa get such a thing?

Arwen was puzzled, and he didn't know the origin of his grandfather. When Arwen was young, his grandfather came from the coast to the south of Caiyun, and settled in a small place that no outsider had ever heard of.

Strange.

Open the notebook.

[In 1855, a longitude and latitude, the rest is a long English]

Awen couldn't understand.

This latitude and longitude is here, and Arwen can't recognize where this latitude and longitude is.

He is like a husband.

Fortunately, Ah Wen couldn't recognize it, but Lin Feng could still tell it at a glance.

This latitude and longitude belongs to the current Southeast Asia region. As for where it is, we need to check again.

As for English, that is English with a hammer, and that is Portuguese. God knows how Ah Wen misunderstood English and Portuguese!
What a world of difference.

Well, Lin Feng also admitted that they are all letters. People who don’t know Portuguese and English really don’t know much about them. This is the diary of a Portuguese captain.

"How did the British sailor's diary get into the hands of grandpa?"

Ah Wen talked to himself, he put the whole thirteen notebooks outside, and quickly flipped through them, but he couldn't understand English, but fortunately, Lin Feng quickly wrote down the words on them, and soon, Lin Feng saw what he wanted to write down. something to see.

Lots of text, numbers, and, yes, sketches.

Magnificent statues, huge ships, sea monsters, giant trees, and strange islands. Seeing this, Lin Feng wished he could take away Arwen's body and carefully read this notebook. Not interested, keep the notebook by your side.

to see something else.

Finally, under these diaries, another book appeared.

traditional characters.

This is a font that Ah Wen can recognize.

He picked up the book.

【Ten Ways to Become a Immortal】

Become a fairy, ten ways?
When Lin Feng saw this, he had a bad omen. As we all know, there is no shortcut to becoming a fairy. Hard work may not be effective, and wisdom may not be effective.

Ten ways to become a fairy?

Ah Wen picked up the Ten Laws of Immortality, and under the Ten Laws of Immortals, there was something dark and wrinkled, like a stone.

"what is this?"

Awen grabbed the thing, put it under his nose, and sniffed it.

There is no problem.

Awen frowned.

Putting it into the box, when he bent down, Awen saw a pair of feet behind him.

Someone stood behind him and watched him finish all his business.

What the hell!

Just when Lin Feng's heart was raised, the long-lost bgm suddenly rang out, and a stench that made people almost breathless came over. Someone hugged Ah Wen behind Ah Wen's back.

The force was so strong that the hoop broke his ribs.

At this moment, there was a chewing sound from the game, and Lin Feng's consciousness was stripped out of Awen's body, he passed through the room, came out of the window, and heard the crazy voice inside.

"Awen, Awen, let's live forever together."

"Awen, we will never die together."

"Become a fairy, become a fairy, Ah Wen, I will take you to become a fairy."

"Awen, Awen, you are so sweet, Awen."

"Awen, I'm so hungry, Awen, I'm only two days away, Awen, that cat is so delicious, so delicious, Awen."

(End of this chapter)