I and My Husband Sleep in a Coffin

"Our mountain has a mountain god."

In the rainy mountain forest, an old man with a pipe and tobacco in his mouth sat on a small horse, looked out at the heavy rain, and said something intentionally or unintentionally.

And the three men with backpacks hiding from the rain in the temple looked at each other, the older one shook his head, and the remaining two strong young men squatted together and pretended to be dumb.

The mountains full of forests are coiled, and the heavy fog on the mountain cleared away. When it was about to rain, they came to this temple on the mountainside. The bluestone slabs were newly paved, and the paint and decorations of the small temple were very new. It looks like it was built just a few years ago.

I don't know where the rich people are in a hurry, so they invest money to build temples here.

The economy of the village at the foot of the mountain is also relatively backward. They don't even have a mobile phone, and there is only an old man guarding the temple, which poses no threat to them. Moreover, the mountain god that the old man talks about is more like nonsense to them.

The mountain rain stopped soon, and the mountain surrounded by water vapor was emerald green. Looking from the gate of the small temple, the scenery was surprisingly beautiful.

Seeing that the rain had stopped, the three men with backpacks stood up and prepared to set off after waiting for a while. Before leaving, the older men said softly to the old man guarding the small temple, "Thank you."

The old man raised his dark, wrinkled face, took a mouthful of cigarette, and let it out slowly.

"Passing this temple, the mountain is a forbidden place, young man~ There is a mountain god on this mountain, the old man will not lie to you."

"Understood, thank you old man."

The middle-aged man smiled faintly, turned and left the small temple.

The old man looked at their backs walking up the mountain and shook his head, his pipe lightly tapped on the door rail.

"Young people don't listen to advice... oh..."

"Uncle Tai, what did that old man say so deeply?" The burly man who walked into the forest and was covered in rain asked in a low voice.

The middle-aged man called Uncle Tai shook his head: "It's nothing, it's just feudal superstition."

"Oh." The man responded, and asked again: "Uncle Tai, do you think we can hunt the goods?"

Uncle Tai replied: "Of course it is possible. The information I got is very accurate. Someone once saw the original musk deer (an endangered species) on this mountain. Even if there is no original musk deer, with such a large undeveloped forest coverage area, mountain monkeys and There are countless rare animals of all kinds, enough for us to take a trip.”

"You're right."

The young man stopped talking, and the silent man beside him said coldly: "It's a good time, just after the rain, the animals will come out to look for food, so let's quickly put the traps in place, and we'll start from here as soon as we get them." Go down to the other side of the mountain, someone will meet us."

After he finished speaking, the three of them quickly followed the traces of vegetation, skillfully carried the backpack to reveal the tools inside, and separated to lay traps around the mountain.

They moved very quickly, and in a short while the traps and the steel wires for ordinary small animals were finished. The three of them had very good survival skills in the wild, so they found a sheltered place with raised rocks, and started to light the fire below. The pot waited quietly.

After the rain passed, the brown musk deer with short forelimbs and long hind limbs, small hooves and big ears, was only the size of a sheep, jumping through the dewy grass, sniffing the smell in the air with its black nose. The watery eyes like the fawns reflect the forest they live in.

Except for wolves and other carnivorous beasts, I have never seen other dangerous musk deer chasing each other, making soft calls, and there is no smell of beasts in the air to make them feel at ease.

But suddenly, one of the musk deer knelt down on the ground and let out a scream. The trap clamped its forelimbs fiercely, and the serrations plunged into its flesh and blood, breaking its bones!

The deer-like musk deer howled in pain. It struggled to break free, but the steel teeth were clamped even deeper. The leg was almost broken, and the flesh was attached to it. Because of its struggle, the thick blood was sticky. Thick rolls fall on the emerald green leaves.

The other musk deer that was following the companion ran away in a panic.

But after a while, it found that there was no predator and ran back again, knelt on the ground with its forelimbs, and put its head against the body of its companion in a daze.

Trying to make it stand up.

But the deer musk deer that was caught lost a leg and couldn't stand up normally after standing several times. It could only lie on the spot, with tears streaming from its big dark eyes.

The rest of the musk deer also followed it and lay down, licking the body of its companion, and keeping warm with it.

The two little creatures made a soft cry, their necks intersected, and they leaned together tremblingly. The smell of blood was too strong, and it would definitely attract other predators.

But they are still not separated...

It was getting dark, and the three poachers looked at the weather outside.

"Let's go, close the net and have a look, if there is no one, go to the mountain rock."

"Got it."

The three quickly walked through the knee-high bushes and separated to collect the net.

Half an hour later, they got together again. The middle-aged man was empty-handed, but he took out a transparent box from his backpack. Inside was a snake with beautiful patterns and bright colors and a head shaped like a soldering iron. He opened his mouth wide at several people and made a biting motion.

"My God! Such a good 'mountain product'! How did you catch Uncle Tai on a rainy day? This is too awesome!"

The two young men stared in surprise.

Uncle Tai raised the corners of his lips, "There is a snake hole in the cliff over there. I caught it when I got off the net. What's so great about it, you will know after walking with me a few more times."

"How much does this cost..."

The young man muttered a few times and picked out his harvest.

Two strong young men, one without any harvest, and the other carrying a white fox with a beautiful coat stained with blood. The fox is the size of a medium-sized dog. Although the fur is wet, it can be seen that it must be very slippery after cleaning.

"Second brother, where's your wild product?" The always cold-faced young man frowned.

The second child scratched his head and said with a smile: "I got a wolf cub over there. A wolf like this is not easy to provoke, so I strangled it and threw it away. Don't worry, I covered the smell with medicine."

Uncle Tai didn't say anything, and the cold-faced young man snorted.

"Let's go to the other side of the cliff, where we still left the traps, but the first day was like a taoyuan musk deer was too naive, I guess we will have to live in the mountains for a few days."

Uncle Tai estimated so.

But when they saw two musk deer in the dark night, all three of them froze in place.

Greedy eyes widened, looking excitedly at the small animals whose necks were intertwined and relying on each other, as if these two lives had become piles of banknotes piled up in front of them!

"Hush!" Uncle Tai lowered his voice and grabbed the two excited young people, "Second brother, anesthesia needle!"

"it is good!"

The second child moved lightly for fear of disturbing the 'money' over there, so he took out an iron box from his backpack, and inside it was the kind of anesthesia needle that was blown.

The forest at night is eerie and terrifying, the trees are tall, and only a few rays of light fall from the moonlight, which is almost useless except to add a little horror effect.

The metal iron pipe is aimed at the small animals cuddling each other.

"Crash!"

The leaves behind the three of them suddenly rustled without wind, and the three of them immediately looked behind vigilantly.

At some point, a person stood behind them unknowingly!

And in the dark night, that long silver hair slanted down, a few strands of hair seemed to be shining, the red ancient costume was windless and automatic, and the feminine and handsome face was very pale like a real person. The most frightening thing was, This person's eyes were narrow and long, and the pupils were scarlet and terrifying, occupying the entire eye socket!

The red lines between the eyebrows are as bright as snow, and this appearance reminds one of the evil ghost in red and the man-eating monster in the deep mountains!YouQi saw the three of them turn around, and he slowly raised the corners of his lips, revealing a smile...

Three pairs of black pupils instantly shrunk into needles!

It was also at this moment that Uncle Tai remembered what the old man said: Our mountain has a mountain god.

Before they could yell, a pair of thin palms covered their vision...

"Crack, creak, creak."

The bones made a pleasant crisp sound.

The cloth was gorgeously embroidered with ancient patterns, and the red and black robes swept over the three men lying on the ground, and passed through the weeds and bushes.

The original musk deer was so frightened that it jumped up and ran away, but it didn't run too far, staring at them with round black eyes.

The mountain god—or he heard the news, he squatted next to the injured musk deer. Small animals are always more sensitive to danger and existences that are fiercer than themselves than humans.

The same is true for this small wild musk deer, which obediently lay on its stomach, trembling slightly but not daring to struggle.

The animal trap made of steel was easily broken by two seemingly weak and boneless hands. After hearing the wind, the palm of the hand was cut and blood fell on the opponent's injured leg. After a while, the broken part healed quickly.

"Go."

He said lightly, watching the little thing stand up and run towards his companions, then turned around and walked towards the three people lying on the ground...

The next day, at dawn, the door of the small temple on the mountainside was opened, and the old man's foot was taken back before it touched the ground.

He looked at the three people who were lying at the entrance of the temple, who had only been here yesterday, and sighed.

"Young bastard, don't listen to advice!"

The old man had a pipe in his mouth, sucked the dry tobacco, turned around and skillfully brought out a brazier. After lighting the fire, he didn't know what he threw into it, and red smoke rose unexpectedly.

The villagers in the village under the mountain laughed when they saw the red smoke on the mountain.

"It was the three backpackers who climbed the mountain yesterday. I just thought they looked like dogs, but they always looked like thieves! Poaching bastards, we mountain gods caught them!"

The other men followed suit, some went to the county to call the police, and some followed the village chief to the mountain to tie him up.

Between words, this kind of thing has happened countless times.

In just a few years, more than a dozen poachers have been arrested in this mountain range, which has attracted the attention of many people. Even the reputation of the mountain god has been publicized by the locals, and it has gradually grown...

In the tomb palace, the man who hurried back from the outside was covered with chills. He walked through the long tomb passage and the bustling and magnificent palace expressionlessly but very quickly.

Silver threads were flying, and when he came to a small pavilion on a cliff, the expression on his face eased, as if a glacier was melting, his eyes were stained with warmth, and a smile appeared on his lips.

Someone's waist-thick chain connects to the platform in the middle of the hollow, where the red acacia tree that has been burning silently for thousands of years stands there.

Suddenly, the head of a big red lizard appeared on the platform, and on the back of the big lizard was riding a small limp child wearing a little tiger hat.

"Daddy! You're gaining weight!"

The child was happy to see his grape-like watery and clear eyes, and called to him with missing teeth.

"Ah."

Wen Fengji responded indifferently, and landed on the platform with a few jumps lightly, then hugged the child up, his eyebrows softened even more.

"How is your mother today?"

The little girl said vaguely: "Liangqing, I'm going to kill you!"

tell a story...

Wen Fengjin held the child who was too soft and smelled of milk in his arms, and walked to the side of the double coffin.

Inside the coffin lay a person lying on his side, his handsome and gentle cheeks sunk in layers of cloth, his red robes were loose and messy, tassels and fish beads dangled from black and red ropes, all scattered, and his long black hair was winding Circling, very beautiful.

"Liangqing! I'm hungry!"

The child looked at the person in the coffin and called him in a childish voice.

Wang Xiaobaa in the coffin was sleepy and dazed, sat up in a daze, without opening her eyes, reached out and groped for the little girl, then hugged the little thing to her chest and lay back down.

Low laughter sounded, and Mu Yi, who had taken care of the child for a long time, yawned tiredly.Warm baby is very caring

Wen Fengjin sat on the edge of the coffin and bent down, his silver hair covered the two people in the coffin coolly, and his pink lips pressed against the sleepy Wang Xiaobaa's forehead.

The man's breath covered him, and Wang Xiaobaa muttered vaguely in his sleep a few times before waking up. The little girl giggled, covering her mouth and laughing. long eyelashes.

After a while, the sleeping person finally woke up.

Wang Xiaobaa struggled to sit up with the child in one hand, leaned lazily against the inner wall of the coffin, and stared at him.

"Don't touch me in front of the children!" Wang Xiaobaa raised her face, "You've taught our son of a bitch!"

The word Goudan is exported at the same time.

The little girl who was blinking and snickering suddenly lost her smile, and looked at her vicious mother with curled lips.

Wen Fengjin was also silent for a few minutes, and said: "...she is a girl."

"You still chose the name." Wang Xiaobaa looked at the milk doll ruthlessly, "If you want to blame it, blame your father, it was your father who spoke first!"

The girl looked at Wen Fengjin with tears in her eyes.

"..."

Because of an oolong, Wen Jin, who had given his adopted daughter such a name two years ago, under the aggrieved eyes of his daughter and the fierce sneer of his lover, his face sank, and he chose—to change the subject.

Youngest daughter: "..." I want to find my stepfather.

"...Three days ago, I received a message from An Xie that the purple-haired zombie who was buried with him has successfully transformed into a red-haired zombie."

"So fast, didn't you say you had to wait three or four years the year before last?"

Wang Xiaobaa was surprised.

It has been six years since they experienced Yiyan. During the six years, they adopted a baby, and An Qi also returned to Qishan to live in peace with his little Zimao. information.

As for Bai Yu...

In the past six years, he had received a letter from Bai Yu once, and there was nothing in the letter except a photo.

In the photo, Bai Yu is sitting in the middle of the bright sofa in the house with a smile on his face. On the right is a doll that is exactly like Xiao An, and on the left is a doll that is exactly the same as a word...

One person and two dolls both made happy expressions and looked at the camera, as if they were the happiest family.

And Wang Xiaobaa, who received this photo, had all her hairs standing on end, and asked Wen Feng to burn the photo at that time.

[The author has something to say: Thank you for your reward, thank you!

@忘除如丹: Wangchen Ruxian gave "I and Lao Gong Sleeping in the Coffin" trilobite x2. 】