My master is invincible

Chapter 1870 Yin Yang Rice (74)

For a while, I couldn't figure out what he meant, so I felt that Yuan Qingtian was a bit baffled.

However, since he said this, I naturally would not refuse, so I said, "Okay, I just want to know about the local folk customs."

He put down the funeral supplies in his hand and walked towards me. When he was [-] centimeters away from me, he stopped and fumbled in his pocket. Finally, he took out a pack of cigarettes and handed it to me. .

It's Double Happiness, faked.

He said, "Xiao Jiu, I'll pack you some cigarettes. The smell is a bit choking, so take it easy."

I hummed, thanked him, and took the cigarette without being polite to him.After all, the ancestors said that there is no separation between cigarettes and alcohol, and it is a foolish behavior to not want cigarettes.

That Yuan Qingtian didn't speak any more, turned around and walked towards the village with the funeral in mind.

The moment after he left, Yuan Zhenghua looked at me, probably because he felt that the funeral should be handed over to Yuan Qingtian, and he was a little embarrassed, so he faltered and shouted, "Ninth Brother!"

I nodded and said with a smile: "Don't burden yourself, I am indeed physically weak, leaving it to Yuan Qingtian is the right choice, if you insist on letting me mess up this funeral, I will scold you for forgetting the public. "

"Really?" He slowly glanced up at me.

I smiled and said, "Don't worry, I really don't blame you, just go!"

He looked happy, and hurriedly said, "Thank you Brother Nine!"

I nodded and didn't say anything more, then Yuan Zhenghua walked towards the village as if releasing a heavy responsibility.

After he left, many coffin bearers followed into the village.

What I didn't expect was that Zheng Xiguan, Fatty Bai and others were also among them. Zheng Xiguan was also very cheerful. When he passed by me, he lowered his voice and said a word to me.

He said, "Xiao Jiu, don't worry, I will listen to whatever you say."

"Yes, me too." The fat white man agreed.

Soon, a few of them followed the large army and walked into the village.

I wanted to ask them if they saw the driver of the truck, but thinking that the truck was not far from the village, I didn't bother to ask, so I walked forward.

When I walked to the place where I got off yesterday, the truck was still parked there.

I looked happy, and hurried over, first looked at the cab, the driver was sleeping soundly, I knocked tentatively on the glass window of the cab.

In less than a moment, the driver slowly opened his eyes. Seeing that it was me, he seemed to regain his energy. He quickly opened the car door and said happily, "Little brother, why are you here?"

I smiled and exchanged some pleasantries with him, basically asking why he was still here.

He said: "Oh, don't talk about it, I don't know what happened to the bus that the child's parents took, and it kept breaking down along the way."

"Always bad?" I felt a strange feeling in my heart, so I asked him, "Why?"

He said: "God knows what's going on. I heard from the child's parents that the bus would break down every ten kilometers. He has changed three buses, but the weird thing is, they only need to change it once." The bus, the bus will break down after ten kilometers.”

When I heard it, I was confused, what the hell is this?

How can there be such a statement.

Could it be that his parents were looking for an excuse, but in fact, they didn't want to come back?
I put the thought out.

The driver gave up, and quickly said: "Impossible, the child's parents are both honest construction workers with a lot of feelings, how could they do such a thing, besides, I called a friend of mine, there are indeed some people on the highway. The bus is broken."

As he said that, he seemed to have thought of something, pulled me, and said, "Little brother, if you don't believe me, just listen to the radio and you'll know. The radio broadcasts the traffic conditions of the highway."

Hearing this, I dubiously followed him into the cab, and the driver turned on the radio, tuned to the traffic channel, and heard a very magnetic male voice coming from inside.

The voice generally said that something strange happened on the expressway today, and seven or eight buses broke down in a row, and asked whether it was a ghost encounter.

Of course, the announcer said this in a joking tone. After all, as a public platform, it is definitely not allowed to publicize the theory of ghosts and gods.

"Little brother, I didn't lie to you!" The driver asked me.

I nodded, full of doubts in my heart, what is the situation, why the bus breaks down every ten kilometers, this is not right.

If it is said that a bus broke down, it may be said that the bus was not completely repaired, and this happened.

However, several buses broke down in a row, which is a bit weird.

Seeing that I didn't speak, the driver asked me: "Little brother, tell me... Could it be that the child's parents bumped into something unclean?"

Without saying a word, I immediately opened the door of the driver's cab, got out of the car, and then walked straight to the compartment of the truck.

The driver saw me getting out of the car, so he immediately followed, and asked me while walking, "Little brother, what's the matter, is it related to the child's body?"

I said nothing with a sullen face, mainly because I felt that I hadn't seen the body, and I was at a loss to say anything, so I might as well check the child's body first.

Soon, I walked to the position of the truck compartment, and the truck driver asked me, "Do you want to open the compartment?"

I hummed, and he immediately opened the car.

The moment he opened the carriage, I didn't know if I was blindsided or what was going on, I saw in a daze that there was a golden coffin, a corpse and a suitcase inside the carriage.

This scene is just fleeting.

When I looked over again, I found that the entire carriage was empty, except for a suitcase that had fallen to the right.

What's going on, what did you see just now?
Is it blinding?

Impossible, I have been so many coffin bearers, my eyes are no longer the eyes of ordinary people, it is impossible for me to see wrongly, or see things wrongly.

At that moment, I took a deep breath, rubbed my eyes vigorously, and looked again.

As before, there was nothing in the compartment except for a suitcase dropped near the right.

No, no.

From my eyes, since I saw the scene just now, it must mean that this compartment is unusual.

Wait, I suddenly remembered an allusion.

This allusion says that everything has a spirit, and if there is a spirit, there will naturally be a soul. To make a simple analogy, some coffins, as long as the builder's handwork is good enough, it is enough to make the coffin have aura.

Once the coffin has aura, a soul will be derived from the coffin.

And this soul is not like a human soul. It has a characteristic. I heard from people of the older generation that this kind of soul is extremely difficult to get. It even happens that the coffin is carried away, but the coffin is left behind.

According to unofficial history records, there seems to be such an emperor who attached great importance to what happened behind him, and even invited the most famous ghost craftsman in the world at that time to build a coffin for himself.

At that time, the ghost craftsman guessed that he also wanted to make some money from the emperor, so he spent a full 49 days to create a top-quality coffin.

However, who would have thought that on the night when the coffin was laid, a strange thing happened.

(End of this chapter)