On the day I left school, I knocked all the relatives in the hospital to death

Old Wang's eyes changed drastically, and his shoulders couldn't help shaking.

Zhang Lingchuan sighed, put his arm around the old man's shoulders and led me into the coffin shop.

"Old Wang, the deceased has passed away. I express my condolences and accept the change."

At this time, Wang Zhongshan was lying quietly in the coffin, as if he was asleep.

But his face was swollen and his skin was ulcerated.

Seeing this, Zhang Lingchuan pulled me back and said, "Old Wang, let's visit again tomorrow."

After walking a few steps outside, Old Man Wang's voice floated out softly.

"I, Old Man Wang, have been making coffins all my life. Who would have imagined that now I have made a coffin for my son."

On the side of the hall, there is also a pile of carpenter tools.

Presumably this coffin was completed only in these two days.

"Don't leave. I will tell you everything I know today."

The old man was already crying while talking.

"Actually, I asked Zhongshan to go to the Yellow River to find the ghost coffin."

Ghost coffin? Is there really a ghost coffin under the Yellow River?

"There is a legend that has been passed down since my great-grandfather's generation. Every sixty years, the turbid water of the Yellow River will become clear."

"At this time, those water thieves who make a living on the water will go down the river to retrieve the treasures from the sunken ships under the river. That's when word spread that there is a crystal coffin buried under the Yellow River!"

"The coffin was completely transparent, with nothing inside, but it was firmly trapped under the river by more than a dozen iron chains."

A dozen chains?

Hearing this, I couldn't help but think of the chains tied to Wang Chongshan's people.

Zhang Lingchuan's expression also changed: "What does this have to do with grimace?"

Old Man Wang sighed, his eyes full of pain.

"Among the people who went down to the river together, there was my great-grandfather. After he saw the crystal coffin coming out of the river, he had a ghost-face mask on his body!"

"Before Grandpa died, his body had undergone changes. He..." At this point, Old Man Wang couldn't bear to talk any more.

Zhang Lingchuan added: "He transcended death and directly transformed from a human into a monster, right?"

Old Man Wang nodded: "My grandfather said that many Dharma kings were invited to suppress him. Later, the family warned us younger generations never to approach the Yellow River."

I was a little confused. Since there were elders in the family warning me, why did Mr. Wang ask his son to find the crystal coffin?

Zhang Lingchuan said: "Old Wang, do you doubt that the crystal coffin is the source of the ghost face?"

Old Man Wang nodded slightly: "Only extremely heavy Yin Qi can restrain the grimace."

Zhang Lingchuan understood at this moment: "No wonder you kept so many corpses in the coffin shop. It turned out to be to contain the ghost mask on your daughter."

Old Man Wang sighed: "But this only treats the symptoms, not the root cause! You have also seen my daughter's weird appearance. If humans and corpses coexist for a long time, something will happen sooner or later!"

"Only by finding the source can we truly solve those ghost faces!"

"Of course, in fact, there is another reason why I insist on going back to the mountains to find the coffin."

Old Man Wang sighed and said that when his grandfather passed away, he kept mumbling that he was sorry for his great-grandfather.

"Because at the beginning, my great-grandfather said that as long as he was sent back to the bottom of the Yellow River and found the crystal coffin, the curse on him would be lifted."

"But at that time, everyone regarded him as a monster, and no one believed in my great-great-grandfather."

"In this way, they united many Taoist priests and kings and killed him..."

After hearing this, I suddenly realized that Old Man Wang had gone all out to get Wang Chongshan to find the coffin just to get rid of the grimace curse on him.

Who knows, things are unpredictable and people's hearts are unpredictable.

In this way, Wang Chongshan was trapped in the water by the Water Monkey, and was forced to become a river-suppressing pillar.

"Did you see that crystal coffin underwater?" Old Man Wang asked us still unwilling to give up.

But Zhang Lingchuan and I both shook our heads.

"When we got underwater, we didn't see the coffin. But we saw the big iron chain you mentioned."

Speaking of this, Zhang Lingchuan glanced at Wang Chongshan: "It's just that the people tied up by the iron chains are those who fished out the corpses."

Old Man Wang's eyes were completely defeated and lifeless.

After getting the news, Zhang Lingchuan took me out of the coffin shop.

My heart became heavier.

To completely solve this thing on me, I have to find that crystal coffin.

However, all the crystal coffins have disappeared, and now there is no place to look for them.

Recalling what Zhang Lingchuan told Mr. Wang about driving piles, I feel a chill down my back.

The water monkey deliberately led the two of us into the river, so that we would die completely under the river and become the river-suppressing pillars.

I asked Zhang Lingchuan: "Boss, is this driving piles the same as Yansheng Zhenzhi?"

He nodded: "Absolutely. As the saying goes, one is destiny, two is luck, and three is Feng Shui, the other is accumulation of Yin De, and the fifth is study. Driving life piles is related to Feng Shui layout."

I probably knew something about it. I had heard Water Monkey mention it before. He put us under the river in order to set up a Feng Shui trap where the evil dragon would spit out beads.

Driving raw piles originated from the Luban technique and is also a technique among those who are tired of winning.

According to legend, Lu Ban believed that there were ghosts and gods in the land.

Building earth and building trees will definitely disturb the ghosts and gods, so it is necessary to use human lives to appease the ghosts and gods.

"In ancient times, when building bridges and roads could not proceed smoothly, boys and girls were often used to drive piles."

Zhang Lingchuan glanced at me and added: "This is called filling the bridge with your life."

He also said that Chen Lin, one of the "Seven Sons of Jian'an" in the late Han Dynasty, once wrote in "Drinking Horses in the Great Wall Grottoes": "You alone can't see the bones of the dead supporting each other under the Great Wall."

The use of living people to drive piles probably dates back to the Qin and Han Dynasties.

I was so frightened that I couldn't come back to my senses for a long time.

At this time, I truly realized what it means to be like a human being.

"Fortunately, it's not like this now, otherwise, it would be so terrifying."

Zhang Lingchuan smiled strangely: "Isn't it like this now?"

"Those unscrupulous developers just push the homeless people into the empty pillars and then fill them with cement. Who in the world cares if a homeless person disappears out of thin air?"

I had an epiphany.

"Boss, I understand!"

At this time, we had already entered the incense shop.

After Zhang Lingchuan closed the store door, I couldn't wait to tell him: "So, there must be something under the Yellow River!"

"The crystal coffin is the magic weapon to suppress that thing."

"Now that the coffin has been taken away, in order to avoid causing unrest under the Yellow River, Arthur and his gang designed a frame-up to have more than a dozen corpse fishers go into the river to serve as river pillars."

After I finished speaking these words in one breath, Zhang Lingchuan showed approval in his eyes.

"Okay, Yu Baiwan, you're not too stupid."

After I finished talking about these things, I felt the overwhelming urge to urinate.

He immediately crossed his legs and ran towards the toilet.

Zhang Lingchuan sneered from behind: "Hey, I've been holding it in for a long time."

I closed the door with a bang and started to pour water.

Just as I was enjoying this moment of relaxation, a woman's voice came from outside, separated by a wall from the toilet.

There is a small alley outside the toilet, and no one would go there on weekdays.

She was babbling, as if she was enduring something, or she was crying quietly.

I seemed to hear a soft female voice coming from outside, crying: "It hurts-"

I was so scared that I peed and took a nap, so I shook it off and put it back.

I was worried that some girl might have sprained her ankle while walking at night, so I asked outside, "Who is outside?"

There was a burst of rapid breathing outside, and then there was no sound.

How is this going?