snake coffin

Chapter 114
After Mo Xiu said those words, he didn't speak again.

We just lay there, as if nothing happened to us.

There is no snake coffin, no dragon spirit floating around, no snake fetus, no Liu Longting, and no evil coffin...

Put down everything, just look at whether a white cloud will float across the sky.

But we lay there until the sun was high in the sky and the sun was dazzling our eyes, and then we left.

But never waited for a white cloud.

But this has made me feel extremely peaceful inside. This is probably what Mo Xiu wants to do.

Since my birthday, every day has been suffering.

As peaceful as my life was in the previous 18 years, there are so many ups and downs these days.

What I saw was the evil of human nature, as well as increasingly intense resentment and resentment.

When Mo Xiu sent me back to Qin Mipo's house, Abao was having dinner with Qin Mipo.

He was carrying a chicken leg, biting into the meat.

Qin Mipo was on the side, spooning the rice, and tapped the bowl lightly: "I want to eat, I can't just eat meat. Open your mouth, ah..."

Abao was a little unhappy, biting the chicken leg and taking another bite.

"Ah..." Qin Mi Po knocked the bowl with a spoon filled with rice again.

Her voice was a bit "threatening". A Bao bit the chicken leg and chewed it quickly a few times, then reluctantly opened his mouth and ate the mouthful of rice.

Mo Xiu smiled at me: "Qin Mi Po left you some food and some work. You can go and do your work after you eat."

When Abao heard his voice, he turned his head and glanced, smiling at me.

Mo Xiu just nodded to Qin Mipo and went back.

I'm afraid there are still a lot of things going on in the cave.

"Hmm." Ah Bao carried the chicken leg, stretched his calf and kicked it under the stool.

I walked over with a smile, hugged him, took Qin Mipo's rice bowl, and fed him: "If you don't eat, you won't grow tall, and you can't go out to play."

Abao was very happy to see me and whined in response.

If I take a bite of chicken drumsticks, I will feed myself a bite of rice.

Looking at the chicken leg he bit, it looked like the nail teeth no longer looked so sharp.

"If you bite too many chicken bones, they will be smoothed by grinding them." Qin Mipo gave me a bowl of chicken soup and chuckled: "He is a ghost born from snake eggs, and his fangs are just natural, but because of his popularity and eating grains, he will Of course we are human beings too.”

"Thank you." I fed Abao, looked at Qin Mipo, choked up, and didn't know what to say.

"Let's eat." Granny Qin held the rice bowl and pawed at the rice: "After the meal, I have a regular customer who will send him rice once a month. After you finish the meal, please help me."

I live with her, eat her, use her, and ask her to help me take care of Abao.

Even when there were troubles from time to time, she tolerated them and ran errands to give her something, which was very appropriate.

After dinner, I wiped Abao's mouth, hugged him, and taught him a few words.

Qin Mipo told me something about Chenjiacun. Xiao Xingye called and said that I had disappeared in the reservoir. He was so frightened that he thought I had fallen into the reservoir.

But Qin Mipo knew that I wouldn't die, and even if I died, I would just fall into a snake coffin, so I wasn't worried.

But the matter in Chenjiacun has not yet been decided. They burned the corpses taken out of the well themselves.

But as I guessed, there were still people jumping into the well, and they were all stopped by Xiao Xingye, but everyone in the village was in danger.

The boy's body was next to the well, and the people of Chenjia Village wanted to burn his body, but as long as they got close to the boy's body, no matter whether they were men or women, their genitals would hurt, and then water worms would emerge from their bodies.

"They still didn't plan to find the child's parents. I asked Xiao Xingye to sharpen them. In some things, if you make a mistake, you will know that you are wrong." Qin Mipo was holding a file and grinding a piece of pepper wood.

It had obviously been grinding for a while, so it was finally polished, scalded with boiling water, tied with a red rope, and hung around Po's neck.

When Po saw the piece of pepper wood, he thought it was a chicken bone, so he picked it up and bit it.

"Grind his teeth." Qin Mipo stretched out her hand towards me, and hugged Abao: "The bag of rice is on the stool by the window, you can carry it."

As she spoke, she took out her mobile phone and sent me an address: "After you go, no matter what happens to you, don't say anything."

I took a look and saw that this address was at a relatively remote place at the other end of town.

After looking at the sky, Abao happened to be gnawing on the Zanthoxylum bungeanum that was grinding his teeth, lying in Qin Mipo's arms and falling asleep.

I looked at Abao's slowly closing eyes, wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, looked at Qin Mipo and said, "Do you trust Xiao Xingye? Why is he willing to help so hard?"

It's not that I don't trust people, but that Xiao Xingye seems to know a lot of things, and he is very concerned about these things.

Those people in Chenjiacun make me upset when I see them now, but he still has the patience to stay there.

"He has a relationship with you." Qin Mipo hugged A Bao and patted her lightly: "If he is willing to tell you, let him do so."

That's how they are, always hiding secrets.

The bag of rice that I sent was packed in a black cloth bag, which was very thick and almost opaque.

I opened it and took a look. The rice was mixed with incense ash and had some weird smell. It was obviously something added.

Is this used to ward off evil spirits or something?

I tied the rice to the electric car and went to the address given by Qin Mipo.

The one who delivered the rice was called Ye Dequan, and I knew it when I asked in their village.

His house is far from the main road, and there is a winding path to get in.

It is a two-story old-fashioned red brick and tile house. There are tall fruit trees on the front, back, left, and right sides of the house, and there is an old locust tree on the side of the house that almost covers half of the house.

From a distance, I could feel the cool breath.

When I rode my electric bike over, I saw an old couple sitting in the shade of a tree.

The old lady seemed to have bad legs, sitting in an old wheelchair, basking in the sun falling from among the leaves, talking vaguely from time to time.

But before he could say anything, his saliva started to flow out.

There was an old man next to her, weaving a basket with bamboo strips. He would smile and say something to her from time to time. When he saw her drool, he would wipe it off with a towel.

Then he showed her the basket he wove: "How about it, is it alright?"

I stretched out my legs to support the electric car and looked at the two people.

Old trees, old houses, old couples, smiling at each other in the afternoon light, as if the passage of time outside, the passing of spring and winter, and physical illnesses have nothing to do with them.

While I was watching, the old man seemed to have seen me, and stood up nervously: "Who are you looking for?"

"Ye Dequan." I didn't know if it was him for a while, and patted the black rice bag on the front seat of the electric car: "Qin Mi Po asked me to deliver rice to him."

As soon as he heard about the delivery of rice, he gave me a quick wink, motioning for me to carry the rice in.

He said to the old lady, "I'll get you some water."

Just when he stood up, the sun shone on him, and there seemed to be a slight soot rising.

He hurriedly stood under the shadow of the tree, and then went straight into the house.

But when he walked, his body passed by the falling fragments of sunlight, but the sunlight was still there.

In other words, he has no shadow?

I took a look, and my body suddenly felt inexplicably cold.

The old lady smiled at me, waved her hand, and pointed vaguely inside: "Come in, come in."

Her hands were shaking badly, but they were hanging beside the wheelchair, but there was a clear shadow.

I went in nervously with a bag of black rice, only to see that Ye Dequan had already carried a chicken in his hand.

Seeing me coming in, he said to me in a deep voice: "Are you Qin Mipo's apprentice? Why did she ask you to come? You take a bowl and fill it with half a rice bowl, quickly."

Judging from his tone, he seemed to be familiar with Qin Mipo.

I took a bowl from the cupboard, filled half a bowl of rice from the black rice bag, and placed it on a bamboo stool at Ye Dequan's signal.

He had already plucked the hair off the chicken's neck. He was holding the knife in his hand, holding the chicken's feet upside down and dripping blood on the rice.

I looked at the bright red chicken blood dripping in the rice mixed with incense ash. My stomach suddenly turned and I quickly turned my head away.

"Qin Mipo didn't tell you?" Ye Dequan lowered his voice and sighed quietly and coldly: "I have been dead for more than a year."

Hearing him admit that he was dead so frankly, I couldn't help touching the razor beside me.

"My wife fell down when she was young and has been paralyzed since then. We have no children." Ye Dequan seemed to throw the dead chicken aside.

Stirred the bowl of rice mixed with chicken blood with chopsticks, and ate it immediately.

While eating, he said to me: "What will she do if I die?"

"She looks like this, who wants her? No one will cook for her or wash her body, so she will die with me." Ye Dequan instigated the half rice, and took the bowl to wash: "You put Take this chicken back and don't let her know."

After he finished speaking, he took a few sips of water from the cup, washed the dishes, and poured out another cup of water.

When I went out again, I saw him feeding the old lady water, wiping the water from the corner of her mouth while feeding.

(End of this chapter)