Baierguan River

Surrounded by the dark night, a strong smell of blood spreads in this small coffin shop. The deeper you go, the cold sandalwood incense covers the tip of your nose. It is thick and clear, making you forget your worries.

Walking in front was Uncle Zhou, an old man from the coffin shop. He held a lantern and walked slowly like a puppet.

He led me through a small door, and the damp breath made this dog-day night bitterly cold and horribly cold.When I crossed the threshold, I opened my eyes and looked carefully. The inside was dark and full of coffins.

Crowded together, there are at least twenty of them.

The cold wind penetrated into the bone marrow, and I boldly asked: "Uncle Zhou, the coffin was made during the day, why did you come at night?"

Uncle Zhou said slowly: "It happened suddenly, otherwise, how would you be able to get in here?"

He glanced at me, rolled his fish-like eyeballs, and walked into the further room step by step, which was the main room.

I shuddered and hurried to follow.

The moonlight shrouded it coldly. Who would have thought that the small coffin shop would be so big. There were more than a dozen rooms filled with dark coffins. It is ordinary wood, even if it is selling coffins, who would save so much?Is it not afraid of insects?

Very early on, I heard neighbors say that this coffin shop is very strange. The owner is a gentle and cool handsome man, who is kind to everyone, and no one can think that he is a coffin seller.

Walking to the last room, Uncle Zhou reached out and knocked on one of the coffins. After a while, a person crawled out of the coffin. The person couldn't see his face clearly. He was small and holding a bamboo pole.

He asked, "Who?"

Uncle Zhou raised some lanterns for him to see clearly, and said: "Young Master called the boy who repaired the coffin, if it is late, I don't know how to get angry."

The man quickly put down the bamboo pole and told us to go down together. I poked my head out and looked down, only to find that the bottom of the coffin was empty, and there was a long ladder leading directly to it. The bottom should be a cellar, or a storyteller. Chamber of Secrets.

Uncle Zhou and the little guy with the bamboo pole led me to climb all the way down. The stairs were very strong, but when I glanced down, my foot slipped and I fell down.

There are actually quite a few bones underneath!

They were all erected upright at the corner of the wall, and I was so frightened that I looked at those holes with chills and felt weak all over, and I didn't feel any pain when I fell with gold stars in my eyes.Uncle Zhou dragged me aside as if he had seen a ghost, and after kneeling straight on the ground, I realized that I was lying on a big coffin just now.

This coffin is just a very ordinary wood, and there are many carved patterns, all of which are bright red maple leaves. This pattern is novel, but the carving is rough. It is not a valuable coffin, but it is placed in the center, surrounded by It's candles and bones, and sacrifices are generally weird.

The little man holding the bamboo pole was so frightened that he shoved me aside, then took out the torch, carefully placed every candle around, lit it, and wiped it back and forth on the dilapidated coffin. After several times, it was safe before retreating to the side.

Uncle Zhou opened his fish eyes wide and cursed, "You're so careless!"

I had to bow my head and apologize.

The person holding the bamboo pole waved his hand and said, "Let him start quickly, the boss is coming back soon."

As soon as I heard this, I quickly opened my small wooden box and began to repair the coffin. This coffin seemed to be many years ago.

Fortunately, it is only old, but it is spotless on the surface.

I saw that there was some decay here, so I wanted to lift the lid of the coffin.

Uncle Zhou found out my intention, and immediately held down my hand, almost breaking my fingers with such force, he shook his head, the meaning was obvious, this coffin cannot be opened.

Enduring the pain, I repaired the last one without saying a word, and quickly stepped aside.

The man holding the bamboo pole knelt on the ground and bowed to the coffin.

Uncle Zhou sighed, looked at the dilapidated coffin, shook his head and said, "The best craftsmen can only repair it so far, and I don't know how long it will last?"

He said that my face was a little hot, but after my father left, I was indeed the best craftsman here. I dare not say that the coffins I made are exquisite and durable. In the past, my father was suddenly called by Uncle Zhou at night. Help fix it.

Strange to say, this shop also sells coffins, why isn't there a craftsman who can repair coffins?Who made these coffins?I have never heard of anyone buying coffins from here. In the past, I thought that the owner didn't care about this small shop and didn't let the coffins be made at all. But when I saw it today, I found out that there are more than 200 coffins stored here.

My dad never wanted to tell me about this place, so I didn't dare to ask more.

I packed the small wooden box and peeked around from time to time.

Then, the ladder made a slight sound. I looked back and saw a man wearing a light-colored robe came down. The man was no different from the rumors. Under the seemingly calm face, the eyes are turbulent, with excitement, ecstasy, and the whole body trembles slightly with excitement.

He was holding a baby who was not yet full moon in his hands. The baby was covered in mud and ragged.

I think this young man is the owner of this coffin shop.

Uncle Zhou and the man with the bamboo pole dragged me by the corner of my clothes and walked into the corner together. I had to lower my head to peek.

After the boss came down, he saw nothing else. He threw the baby on the ground, walked around the coffin in the middle a few times, and tapped the coffin lid lightly, as if he was going to burst into laughter in the next second, but he He has been holding back all the time, going back and forth to dispel his emotions.

In my opinion, this person is simply crazy, but the two around me are used to it, watching quietly.

The boss picked up the white cloth that I had no time to put away in the future, and wiped it carefully on the coffin, not letting go of any corners. As if my white cloth was not clean, he wiped it again with his snow-white sleeve. No matter how old it was, it was spotless.

He went to the corner again, took out a jug of wine from the cabinet, carefully placed it beside the coffin, filled two glasses, took a glass and drank it down.

After doing all this, he opened his mouth happily and swallowed again.

Finally half kneeling on the ground, leaning against the coffin, he said softly: "Ah Jiu, I know, I know the secret you keep in your heart, after so many years, you still lost to me, now you are such Don’t look so bad, don’t try to stop me, I will! I will..."

I can't believe my eyes, that man actually cried...

What's going to happen next, he choked up and couldn't continue talking, holding the coffin lid with both hands trembling, not only sad but happy, sitting on the ground weakly like a child, hugging the coffin and continuing to talk.

"Ajiu, you can't stop me, we will meet soon..."

Later he rambled on a lot of things, half threatening and half complacent, and he didn't know whether he was pretending to be his enemy or his lover. The person who made him go to such great lengths to hide here must be an important person.

After half a cup of tea, he slowly pushed open the lid of the coffin. I was so curious that I looked inside.

Uncle Zhou grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the cellar. I obediently obeyed, but halfway up the ladder, I still couldn't help looking down. I gasped at this glance.

Inside is a man.

But he is an extremely beautiful young man, with tattered dark red clothes, black hair scattered, and no trace of blood on his face. When the eyelids are lowered, one can imagine what kind of extremely charming eyes they are. Thin, fair skin so thin that it seems as if you can see the blood flowing under the skin.

It's really unbearable.

But the boss pinched his chin mercilessly, as if he wanted to crush his bones, looked at him little by little, lingering on this face, greedy like a drug addict, and let out a smirk. open.

He took out a small knife from his sleeve, this knife is very delicate, it seems that there are some characters engraved on it.

He carefully took out one of the boy's arms, gently opened the sleeve, and cut a knife on the wrist, blood oozed out, dark red liquid flowed down the arm, and the fishy smell gradually spread.

The boss said softly: "Don't be afraid, this is the last time, Ah Jiu, you won, I don't want anything anymore."

I don't understand, I can't understand everything that happened in front of me, and I don't understand whether he has won or lost. I only know that he has dyed thousands of threads red with the blood of a young man, and then tore open his clothes.

It's like doing rituals.

I grabbed the side of the ladder and held my breath holding the small wooden box. I was fascinated by it, and my palms were slightly sweaty.

Afterwards, Uncle Zhou yanked me hard on the top, and I came back to my senses. I didn't dare to look down, so I quickly climbed up and followed Uncle Zhou out of the coffin.

That scene just now and the boy's appearance were imprinted in my mind, and my heart was so shocked that I didn't remember what I was going to do until I walked outside this room.

Walking out of the coffin shop, Uncle Zhou took out a few taels of silver from his purse and handed it to me. His hands were cold.

After taking the money, I couldn't help asking: "Who is lying inside? When did he die? Why haven't I seen it before?"

This coffin has been laid out for a long time. After the owner of this house took over, he has stayed here for more than ten years and never left. He has never seen this young man in red. If he did, I will never forget it.

Uncle Zhou scolded: "It has nothing to do with you! Don't inquire about these things!"

I dare not ask again.

Uncle Zhou saw that I was frightened, and said in a good temper: "Don't ask too much about Boss Su, and you must not tell anything about what you saw today. If you are as strict as your father, you will not be concerned about this matter in the future." I call you here, if you reveal it, there will be one more bone lying underneath."

My legs were a little weak, and I just wanted to escape.

When I got home, I tossed and turned on the bed and couldn’t sleep. There were two hundred coffins, the cellar, dozens of bones, strange teenagers, and the baby who didn’t cry. The more I thought about it, the weirder it became. I just wanted to take a bath To bad luck, after leaving the house, I suddenly remembered.

I have seen that boy before. When I was very young, my mother took me to sit beside me, and my father was making a coffin in the yard, and the boy was jumping around with a small bundle.

He said he was looking for the coffin shop No. 11 in Jiuxiao Street, he said his name was.

— Butchery wine.

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