Zhangji coffin

My home is in the suburbs. At the earliest time, this was the last untouched shanty town in this city.

Looking back now, it is incredible that such a big city should have an almost isolated area.

It seems to be a different dimension embedded in space. Living here, we look up at the mountains that cover the sun, bow down to the crystal clear river, and every household lives a self-sufficient life.

When the city * * * was surprised to find that there was such a poor mountain village that seemed to be stagnant in time, it quickly began and intensified the transformation of shanty towns, and planned to tear down all the buildings here in five years to build a steel monster-like building.

At this time, Zhang's business improved.

Zhang's current boss has a single name and neat handwriting. He looks over 50 years old, with no wife and only a 7-year-old son. People in the village call him Lao Zhang Tou, and when they want something from him, they call him "Boss Zhang" against their will.

Lao Zhang is really the boss, although he ran away from his wife and raised himself and his son like torches.

According to the old people in the village, during the Ming and Qing Dynasties and even the Republic of China, the reputation of Lao Zhang's family was very famous in the Northeast. No matter the rich or warlords in the Republic of China, after their death, the first thing that friends and relatives around them think of is "the Zhang family".

Why do you think of "Zhang Jia"? Because the Lao Zhang family has sold coffins for seven generations.

Zhang Ji Coffin.

The following story is often told by my grandmother when she scares me to run in the field at night.

It is said that the Zhang family begged before selling coffins. Later, I don't know if there was smoke on the ancestral grave or if I finally accumulated enough virtue. Accidentally saved a Feng Shui gentleman with half a piece of Wowotou. Later, Mr. Feng Shui taught the grandfathers of the Zhangjia Feng Shui Array. Two years later, Jill Zhang's coffin was quietly opened in the yard behind my house.

Zhang's business is booming, which makes people jealous and creepy. It seems that all the great people are buried in the coffins produced by the Zhang family after their death.

Those coffins were dark and shiny, standing in rows in the yard, and I don't know how many gentlemen on the wall, intentionally or unintentionally, were scared away.

Zhang's business has been booming until Grandpa Lao Zhang's generation, and then it declined overnight.

It was a night in the ghost month, and the crescent moon hung in the dark night, as if a person smiled and showed his pale teeth. The north wind mixed with gravel made the doors and windows "bang". Lao Zhangtou's grandfather sat on the kang, drinking and chatting with a good neighbor in the village. Unconsciously, both of them were drunk. Lao Zhang's grandfather was so drunk that his ears were crisp, his eyes were swollen and his tongue was numb. Suddenly, he smiled and hooked the drunk across the street with his finger.

"Old four, do you want to know how my brother got rich?"

"It's not just me, the whole village is crazy thinking. But I don't think ordinary people can afford your money. "

"Yes, you're right. Your brother's wealth, he can't afford to live hard, he can't afford to be unlucky, and he can't afford to be angry. "

"Then tell me why you can't afford it?"

"Hey, I really want to know?" Lao Zhang lowered his head and took a sip of wine. "Then I will tell you. Did you see the coffin in the yard? That was actually booked long ago. "

"Do you have a reservation? Did you order yourself a coffin before you died? "

Old four is dizzy. ((:cctop。 Please keep it safe! ))

"Silly old four, who is alive and well, book yourself a coffin? That's all scheduled after death! "

"Death, after death?"

"Yes, it is after death. Your brother and I haven't slept for over forty years. Before the cock crows, you lie on the kang and listen carefully, sighing, footsteps … Then, there is the sound of pushing the coffin lid, as if someone is scratching in your heart. When all the voices were quiet, I put on this ancestral treasure jade, went down to the kang to see which coffin had been touched by the owner, read three Buddhist names in my heart, and then pushed the coffin back to its original position, and made an agreement. Buy a coffin the next day. Alas, just three days ago, the fire in the old bank killed a family of thirteen people and kept your brother busy all night ... "

Grandpa Lao Zhang fell asleep before his voice fell. Old four woke up with wine and his legs twitched. At this time, he really heard the sound of people pushing wood outside the window.

Cheep, cheep, cheep.

Old four is silly, and his forehead is beaded with sweat as big as a bean.

Yes, who doesn't envy Lao Zhang's ill-gotten wealth? Now that Old Four knows the secret, maybe God is helping him change his life.

He tore the old jade off Grandpa Lao Zhang's neck and put it around his neck. He pushed open the door and went out.

The wind is so strong that the night is wrinkled. Old four accompanied the whistle of the north wind and walked to the coffin with the lid off. He read Amitabha Nawu three times, then reached out trembling and held down the dark coffin lid.

Push, push again ...

According to grandma, the screams of Old Four woke up the whole village that night. What's even weirder is that the fiercest dogs in the village are shivering in their nests.

The next day, Lao Si was found dead in the coffin of the Zhang family. His eyes, tongue and ears were gone, and his face was covered with blood.

Since then, the business of Lao Zhang's family has declined.

And this story has become a story.

Vonma

Zhang Jia's unique Xin Wei is called a dog. You may ask, what about the big size? I can tell you for sure that his name is Zhang Gou, and these two words are also on the household registration book. Zhang. Dogs.

When it comes to a dog, I have to say that it has a fragile figure and a pupil as big as a night cat.

There is nothing annoying about him except that he looks a little.

Usually the children in the village go out to have fun, so I called him from the back window of my house. If he comes, take him with you. If he doesn't come, I won't call him in his yard full of embers.

But most of the time, it will run to us with its nose wagged.

It happened in that hot summer.

When you're done, bake cicadas under the tree and eat them. Just as the food was booming, Fenger's mother came to call her, incidentally mentioning that we stole her corn last year, so she scolded us, then twisted Fenger's ear and left.

We all feel frustrated, but we dare not express our dissatisfaction loudly, so we can only swear to ourselves. Feng's mother is a woman with five big and three thick. She is invincible to any man in the village when she works, and scolds people like rolling spring thunder, which is daunting. So if we talk back, there will be no good fruit to eat. Finally, we had to go home dejectedly.

Only a dog sat there motionless, with his terrible eyes open, looking at the direction in which Feng walked away.

The next day, Zhang Gou took the initiative to knock on my door and said that he wanted me to accompany him to take a trip to Fenger's house. Although I didn't want to in all aspects, I thought of Feng's delicate little face and finally decided to go with Zhang Gou.

Knock knock, feng shan shan's body appeared at the door. She curled her lips at us, turned to the room and shouted, "Fenger, these two little bears are looking for you!" " "

At this moment, Zhang Gou suddenly said, "Aunt, we are coming to see you."

This time, Feng's mother and I were blindsided. Mother Feng can't figure out what a seven-year-old kid can do to find her, and she can't figure out which song a dog sings. And Zhang Gou's next words directly scared me to cry.

He said, "Aunt, choose a coffin for yourself."

I was beaten that day and my shoes fell off. When I got home, I vowed never to talk to dogs again.

But the horror is yet to come.

A few days later, Feng's mother passed away. She died in the river, naked, floating on the water like a huge shiny human skin balloon.

Mother Feng really ordered a coffin for herself and recorded it.

On the day of salvaging Feng's mother's body, the whole village went out. They gathered by the river, whispering the news, and the buzz was intertwined, which was depressing, irritating and frightening.

My head is dizzy.

Zhang Gou stood on the branches of the big locust tree on the shore and looked transfixed at those who swam to the body of Feng's mother.

I only heard Du Gusan's son give a hoarse cry and fry all the villagers on the shore.

He shouted, "Oh, my God! Mrs. Xia! "

They fished two bodies out of the river that day. Feng's mother, soaking white and purple, old lady Xia died two months ago and was buried in the back hill-Feng's grandmother, Feng's mother-in-law.

The old lady grabbed Feng's mother's ankle with her almost rotten hand.

That night, my mother whispered to me that this was the death of the old lady Xia.

Feng's father died young. Fenger has no grandfather, only a grandmother who is collapsed in bed. At that time, the bedridden old man was more helpless, worried and scared than the insect disaster.

Feng's mother persisted for five years and finally did it. The night when the old lady was poisoned by Fenger's mother, the Wangs.

The second uncle said that he had seen Lao Zhang stagger from the coffin shop to Feng 'er's door with a dog and a white lantern, and then turned back.

"Hear ah, this hatred you damn fool is easy to be trapped in situ, and it won't come, so this ghost will take the opportunity to harm people. In my opinion, this Fengniang probably let Lao Zhang take the soul of the old lady Xia away. "

On the day of entering the coffin, Zhang Gou and I quietly looked at the entrance of the coffin. Old lady Xia's exposed feet are thin and green.

Zhang Gou pointed to the coffin under the old lady Xia and whispered, "Grandma Xia told my father not to cover it too tightly. She always feels breathless. "

I gouged him out then. ((:cctop。 Please keep it safe! ))

When the old lady Xia went to the funeral, Feng's mother knelt in front of the old lady's memorial tablet and cried earth-shattering. Mother sighed: "What is owed is always paid back."

After Feng's mother was buried for half a year, her story gradually disappeared. In this endless life, the death of Feng Er's mother is like the cold wind in winter, which makes people feel cold and shrink their necks, but the road will go on.

I never told my mother that I met a dog by the river shortly after Feng's mother died. He is still like that, still standing on the branches of the locust tree and looking at the middle of the river.

I dared to call him down from the tree, shaking my voice and asking him how he knew that Feng's mother would die. He paused and replied, "I can see that."

"Can you see it?"

"Visible. Grandma Xia lies on the back of Feng's mother every day and asks assiduously what medicine you give me, and what medicine you give me ... "

Zhang dog looked at me and muttered over and over again. My hair stood on end, in the big black pupil. I seem to see from his eyes that in the middle of the river behind me, Feng's mother is carrying Mrs. Xia to the other side of the river step by step.

Uncle Li

Everyone in the village knows that Li Shu has made a fortune, but no one can explain clearly how he made it.

Rob or steal, anyway, as soon as the car drove back to the village, it blocked everyone's mouth.

The first thing Li Shu did after returning to the village was to go to Lao Zhang's house. He hasn't been out for a long time. Therefore, at that time, many people speculated that the prosperity of Li Shu must be related to Lao Zhangtou.

Later, Li Shu built a road in the village. His father said that Li Shu was a benefactor of the village, and Li Shuxiu's road was a kind one.

At first, Li Shu was just an ordinary construction worker, doing the most tiring work and living the most hopeless life with the lowest salary.

What really made Li Shu rich overnight was Ning 'an Home, a famous community in the west of the city.

Ning 'an's hometown is a famous fierce place. In the past, a film crew specializing in supernatural programs came here to shoot, but it has never been broadcast.

Some people say that something happened to the program group when shooting in the community, but who can tell?

I stayed there for several years after I went to work in the city.

Such a big community is as quiet as a graveyard.

Seven buildings are arranged in an arc, facing the rectangular fountain, lifelike like a coffin lid. Occasionally, I can see an old man sitting by the pool, leaning on a crutch, staring at the pedestrians on the side of the road.

But it is such a fierce place, but it has brought endless wealth to Li Shu's life.

I don't think anyone but the client can tell you what happened and whether Lao Zhangtou played an important role here.

However, in order to beg me to take him to fish shrimp, Zhang Gou mysteriously revealed to me that before Li Shu made a fortune, he secretly brought back a coffin that had just been dug out of the soil from the city for Lao Zhang, saying that he wanted to ask someone to help him lead the way. It was a baby coffin, less than half a man's length and half a man's width, made of lightning wood and soaked in dog blood.

Zhang Gou said to me half flatteringly and half proudly, "My father said that Uncle Li is going to raise a child."

Uncle Li disappeared soon after he returned to the village. No one knows where Uncle Li has gone. He evaporated like water dripping on a fire boiler.

Later, Li Shu's wife in the city called the police, and the police called a band. Dozens of people searched the village and the surrounding mountains, but they found no sign of Li Shu.

Things will go away.

Our friends still play around carefree every day, but they don't bring a dog anymore. We hate him more and more. Besides hating him, I'm a little afraid of him.

I couldn't sleep well that night.

When I close my eyes, something seems to overwhelm me. Red, black and blue ... so dense that I can't breathe.

Someone called my name in the chaos, up and down, near and far, which scared me to wake up.

It turned out that a cat and dog called me under my back window.

I ignored him, twisted my sweaty body, closed my eyes and went back to sleep. But he still stubbornly leaned against the window and called my name. I had a splitting headache and almost vomited, so I had to get up and climb to the back window to see what Zhang dog was doing.

Seeing me open the window, he suddenly stood up from the ground, showing his white teeth and smiling at me, as if his mouth were touching his ear.

I'm even more scared. ((:cctop。 Please keep it safe! ))

He said, "Niu Niu, my father said that the most valuable thing in the world is a secret. I'll tell you a secret and you can take me to play. "

As he spoke, he struggled to pull something out of the darkness and put it in front of me.

That thing glows blood red ― it's a dog's blood coffin!

I suddenly feel my hair stand on end, my clothes are almost worn out, my body is numb and my ears are buzzing. I wanted to shout, but I seemed to be caught by something, so I had to keep my eyes open.

Zhang Gou lowered his head and whispered to the coffin, "Uncle Li, I'm here to see you." He slowly pushed open the lid.

In the dim moonlight, I clearly saw Li Shu, the middle-aged man who was in high spirits when we last met. He was as thin as a skeleton, abruptly folded into three pieces and stuffed in a coffin. Because his leg bone was too long, it poked out half.

He clung to a mass of flesh and blood ―― a bloody, skinned dead baby.

The head is twice as big as the body, and I can even see the blue blood vessels on the skin of the monster's brain. As if awakened by the moonlight, it sobbed and twisted in Li Shu's arms, and then suddenly giggled. It's a sharp laugh peculiar to babies. Sounds like an awl, coming from my left ear and pushing through my brain. ...

That's the only voice left in the world.

Li Shu in the coffin suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were turning rapidly in the decaying eyes, rolling up and down and left and right, and he could only see a piece of white. His mouth opened to an unimaginable extent, and his chin seemed to hang down to his chest. Only the bloody base of the tongue was left, and I screamed a few times. I was so unwilling and scared. His hands tightened, and the baby in his arms was quickly pulled in two, and his skull grew bigger and bigger, almost bursting, but he smiled more happily and carefree.

My stomach turned upside down and I was about to throw up.

Zhang Gou said, "Cow, look at this child. Now it's Li Shu's turn to feed it. "

I finally let out a scream, and then my eyes were dark.

Zhangji coffin

After that night, I had a high fever for nearly a week. Fortunately, I didn't burn my brain, but I was almost deaf in one ear.

Mother said that after that day, the Zhang family moved out of their ancestral home overnight.

When Zhang Gou left, he stood in front of our house for a long time and was forcibly taken away by Lao Zhang.

Strangely, my mother said nothing about the horrible scene I saw that night, only that I was confused by the fever and said a lot of scary nonsense. Most of them were taken away, so I had to ask the fortune teller to do a ceremony and gradually subsided.

I looked at my mother and cried.

Now, decades later, when I think back on what happened, I wonder if it was a nightmare in my childhood. However, in my impression, the signboard of the coffin is always so eye-catching, and the terrible eyes of Zhang dog are still lingering in my mind.

What a strange world this is. Ghostly people, mysterious stories. And Zhang Ji's coffin has stood for a long time in this man and ghost, mystery and story, and may stand forever.

I once met a dog in the street.

He is still the poker-like figure, with pupils as big as night cats. He bowed slightly to me not far away, and I pretended not to see him and quickly dodged to the corner.

That was the last time I saw him.

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