Anti-Japanese War Korean Crazy

Han Feng:

Xu Zilin:

"My fellow, we have no other malicious intentions. We are the Eighth Route Army, the people's team, and we just want to borrow your house for one night. It's freezing outside. If you don't let us in, we will freeze to death. "

It was another half hour, creaking, the closed wooden door was opened, one was holding a kerosene lamp, and then the flickering light reflected a terrifying face and head.

Xu Zilin's heart trembled suddenly.

Han Feng laughed lightly. It turned out to be an old man with wrinkled face and prominent cheekbones. "Ma'am, it's too cold outside. We are the Eighth Route Army. I want to borrow your house for one night, can I?"

The old woman nodded slowly, without any change in her face, and the old voice sounded again in a low voice: "Then come in!"

"okay!"

Han Feng and Xu Zilin hurriedly sneaked into the room through the crack of the door. Compared with the biting cold wind outside, the room was filled with warmth. It was like entering heaven from hell.

Looking at this wrinkled old woman again, Han Feng felt that she was becoming more and more kind and kind.

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409 Coffin Village

When day replaced night and the sun shone brightly on the earth, everything seemed to return to normal.

The old lady's house had many houses, and there were four or five vacant rooms, so Xu Zilin didn't share a room with Han Feng last night. Although he was afraid, he would not refuse Han Feng's words.

The light in the room was extremely dim, Xu Zilin didn't know how the layout of the house here was like this, the huge room didn't even open a single window, it was very pleasant under the bright sunshine outside, but the inside of the room was still very dark Not out day and night.

Relying on the biological clock in his body, Xu Zilin felt that it might be early morning. He pushed open the creaking wooden door. Outside the wooden door was the main room in the back room. light.

The old lady's house is really not small. Although the walls are full of cracks, it looks like it may collapse at any time. When you enter the house, you will know that there is something wrong with it. Stepping through the threshold of the main entrance, you will find the main room of more than 20 square meters. As usual, there were two coffins on the right side of the main room, stacked up and down, and some agricultural furniture placed on them were full of dust.

There is a door facing the coffin, the door is the kitchen, and the kitchen is further inside, it is a back room, through the back door, you can enter the old family’s small mud yard, which is placed near the eaves of the back house with a pile of firewood.

As for the place where Han Feng and Xu Zilin slept, the old man said it was called the guest room. The overall terrain of the guest room was slightly higher than the main entrance hall where the coffin was placed, and it was connected by a bluestone path. There are four steps, step on the steps through the path and enter the guest room.

And between the guest room and the main entrance hall, there is an open-air mud field of only about ten square meters. There are some white spots on the mud that may be the poultry row of the aunt.

There are two guest rooms, the one on the left is lived by Xu Zilin, the one on the right is lived by Han Feng, and there is a main room between the two rooms.

The reason why Xu Ziling didn't choose Han Feng's room was because there was also a coffin in that room, facing the head of the bed.

When it comes to coffins, there are also particularities. Generally speaking, traditional Chinese coffins are divided into red, white, black, gold and primary colors. Red coffins are used for elderly people who have passed away without illness in their eighties, and they belong to happy funerals; black coffins are generally used on one side. It is suitable for death caused by illness, knife and gun, suicide, or natural disasters, etc., which are caused by unnatural phenomena; white coffins are prepared for some teenagers or unmarried women; golden coffins are rare, and are specially used for emperors and generals ; As for the coffins in primary colors, they are used by ordinary poor people.

It stands to reason that most of the coffins here should be of primary color, but along the way, I don't know what the villagers think, basically every coffin is rich black.

There is also a coffin in the main room. On the left side of the coffin is a wooden ladder with an inclination of almost 45 degrees. Through the wooden ladder, you can walk to the upper compartment of the inner room. As for the upper compartment, Xu Zilin just glanced at it. , Even in broad daylight, he couldn't see his fingers, so he immediately dismissed the idea of ​​going up to find out.

When pushing away from the main room, the bright sunshine made people dizzy. Xu Zilin didn't expect that it was already daylight. He looked at the room where Han Feng was sleeping. It was getting late. He guessed that Han Feng had gone out long ago. .

As expected, when he walked out of the wooden door of the main room, standing on the steps, he saw Han Feng talking with the old lady.

The old lady articulated clearly, and the words she spoke were not so localized. Han Feng could understand them roughly. After inquiring, he found out that the old lady was married from afar. No wonder it was so.

"Old Han, you got up really early! Good morning, ma'am!" Xu Zilin greeted the two of them.

Han Feng laughed and said, "It's better to sleep well than to wake up early. You, Xu, slept until the morning. It seems that you had a good rest last night!"

Xu Zilin smiled wryly, and did not refute. Only he knew the pain of last night. All night, he was thinking about the strange events that he and Han Feng had encountered along the way, the coffins placed in a figure-eight shape, and the screaming in the dark. The shadow of the tree, the creepy lonely grave by the weir pond, the cry of a woman in the straw field lingered in Xu Zilin's mind.

The tossing and tossing of the night caused people to be mentally exhausted, and fell asleep in a daze, but couldn't wake up when they wanted to wake up. When they suddenly woke up, it was already morning.

Han Feng and the old lady were chatting about some irrelevant topics.

Only at this time did Xu Zilin have time to look at the old lady carefully, only then did he realize that, apart from more wrinkles on his face, he was no different from an ordinary old woman.

Xu Zilin had too many doubts at this moment, and he couldn't help asking, wanting to relieve the doubts that were pressing down on his heart one by one: "Auntie, why do you have so many coffins here?"

The old lady's voice was still old, but now the eerie feeling of last night was gone in her ears, and she said: "Well, this is a place where coffins are specially made. There are not many coffins, so what? The villagers around here think Those who buy coffins come to Emen village to buy them."

"Princess Tomb is for making coffins!!!"

Xu Zilin was stunned for a moment, but soon relieved, no wonder there are so many coffins in the Princess Grave, so it makes sense.

"Ma'am, do you know that there are women crying in the middle of the night in your Baogu field?"

This was Xu Zilin's biggest doubt at the moment. He regretted it just after asking. How could he ask such an abrupt question?

Sure enough, the old lady's complexion changed, and she said displeasedly: "Little girl, there are some things that you can't say nonsense. We make coffins in our village, and that's what we fear the most."

Regarding Xu Zilin's title, the old lady spoke very quickly, and mixed some characteristics of the local dialect. Xu Zilin heard it clearly. He looked at Han Feng quickly, but found that Han Feng had never heard of it, and he was relieved from the bottom of his heart.

Han Feng suddenly asked, "Ma'am, are there any external disasters in our Princess Tomb? For example, little devils, robbers and bandits."

After hearing this, the old lady grinned with her toothless mouth: "We have heard of devils, but we have never seen them. Bandits and robbers never dare to come to our village. They are afraid Let's go!"

Han Feng laughed, "Ma'am, where does your village chief live? The two of us want to visit him."

The old lady showed Han Feng the way, and the two tactfully refused the aunt's repeated offer to let them stay for breakfast, and then walked towards the village chief's house.

Walking on the road, Han Feng suddenly asked: "Old Xu, when you passed the cornfield last night, did you really hear the woman crying?"

Xu Zilin was silent for a moment, then nodded.

"Remember last night when we passed by the solitary grave by the Yantang, who threw the stone in the water?"

"Didn't you lose that?"

"Do you think I lost it?" Han Feng asked with a smile.

Xu Zilin was startled and dared not say anything: "You mean that you really didn't do it?"

"Of course not. It's the middle of the night, and it's Gufen Laolin again. How could I scare you on purpose. Later, I was just afraid that you would be afraid, so I deliberately lied to you."

Xu Zilin's face turned pale: "What's going on? I absolutely don't believe in the existence of these things!"

Han Feng smiled and said, "Of course it doesn't exist. As for what's going on, we'll understand everything when we meet the village chief."

"Ok!"

The two unknowingly quickened their pace. At this time, they looked around through the dawn. Whether it was the coffin that looked creepy last night or the gloomy earthen house, at this moment, they were all normal villages. Forget it.

Xu Zilin said with emotion: "Maybe we have preconceptions! However, this village does have some creepy places."

Han Feng laughed and said, "I make coffins for people every day. There are coffins everywhere in the village. Can you not be creepy?"

Let's start with a chapter in the morning!The manuscript fee has been paid, and weep!I'm going to smoke a cigarette and calm down!