Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Sure enough, he saw a corpse scattered on the ground.

It looked like the man was hanged on a noose.

After a long time, after the corpse rotted, the neck could not bear the weight of the body, so it broke.

The head just got stuck in the noose.

He was shocked by the fact that he had just picked up the book, and it fell down.

As for suicide or homicide, Zhao Ke is not sure.

But judging from the distance, Zhao Ke estimated that the possibility of homicide is relatively high.

Unless this guy is stepping on the table, jumping up, and hanging his head on the noose.

If this is the case, Zhao Ke would have to admire this guy's idea of ​​committing suicide.

"what?"

Under the faint and blurred light, Zhao Ke suddenly saw a black book under the bones.

Frowning, he picked up the book and put it in his hand to have a look.

There are four big characters written on the notebook.

"The Theory of Closing the Coffin"

Opening it with his hand, Zhao Ke glanced at ten lines and hurriedly read two pages, and it turned out to be notes.

It was this man who recorded some of his experiences in the notebook before his life.

"The coffinmaker's notes, this is a bit interesting."

The light in the room was not good, so Zhao Ke simply went out, and began to read carefully by the light outside.

As mentioned above.

"The master does not make fallen wood"

Most of the coffins are old people who come to order by themselves.

If the old man is inconvenient, he will also instruct his children to come to the door early to order the coffin.

Naturally, there are many people who are warm and cold.

Some want face, some want lining.

What's more, it needs both face and face.

For example, I asked Master to make it more delicate, but the material of the coffin is indeed the thinnest coffin board.

Some were so demanding that even the coffin maker couldn't stand it, and secretly added two more boards to the bottom of the coffin.

Of course, there is no shortage of true filial sons, who are so poor that they bought land and bought a better coffin for their relatives.

Zhao Ke flipped through the pages.

Suddenly his eyes flashed.

In the following record, a black coffin was mentioned.

"On March 21 today, someone from the Wang family in the village came to buy a coffin. The coffin was ordered to be seven feet long. They spared no expense to buy high-quality wood, but they wanted to carve a picture of hell in an oil pan. I only hope that this person will live in hell forever. I asked carefully. Only then did I realize that it was the shrew from the Wang family, she really deserved it."

When Zhao Ke saw this, he couldn't help looking at the black coffin that was placed in the front hall. He estimated that it was the coffin that he was talking about.

Turning another page, there is still below, it seems that the Lord in the coffin is quite hated.

Even the coffin maker planned to carefully prepare a black coffin for her.

However, just as Zhao Ke looked down with great interest, the coffin maker specially prepared some evil materials, intending to make a black coffin.

As a result, the craftsman seems to be out of order.

Fortunately, this is a complete notebook, so I don't need to curse in my heart.

With a pinch of his fingers, Zhao Ke is planning to turn to the next page.

suddenly!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three crisp knocks on the door interrupted Zhao Ke's movements.

Zhao Ke was taken aback for a moment, and couldn't help but follow the knock on the door.

"Someone knocking on the door??"

Zhao Ke suddenly remembered what he said about beating Genggui earlier, and his expression suddenly became serious.

Putting down the black notebook in his hand, he stood up and quietly walked to the door.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The knock on the door sounded again, and at this moment, a gust of cold wind suddenly swept across the Yizhuang.

"Wow~" The cold wind rolled over the notebook.

Immediately, the notes unfolded against the wind, quickly flipping through page by page, and finally stopped at the page that Zhao Ke was about to turn down.

I saw that the paper was turned over, and the first line was written with three words "ghost knocking on the door!"

Chapter 830

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

There were three knocks on the door, crisp and powerful.

If it was another time, Zhao Ke might come over to have a look.

It's just that although it is broad daylight right now, there is always a white mist around it.

There are coffins standing around him.

Zhao Ke couldn't help but think of the sentence "There are ghosts outside the door!"

If it was an ordinary ghost, how could Zhao Ke pay attention to it.

Even if he has no ability, but with his own hands and the Wuxiang Sword Sutra, he can take it down and make it into a dish in minutes.