C1 Ghost coffin blocking the way

The world is so big that there are so many things in the world that science can't explain, and when it comes to strange things, I have to mention my hometown in the countryside, and every strange thing is so horrible that it makes people's hair stand on end.

I don't know if you have noticed a phenomenon, a quiet village or district long time, that is bound to do something evil.

My grandfather's name was Liu Fude, and he was a farmer when he was young. He lived in a house left behind by his ancestors, and he grew up near the foot of the mountain.

He had a hobby, and that was drinking. Although his family wasn't rich, this was definitely not something they needed. He was not stingy when it came to buying wine. Every night before he went to bed, he would have to pay two taels for it or else he would not be able to sleep soundly.

In the autumn, the farmers in the fields would reap great harvest and, after processing, would be sold in the county town. They would also be able to earn some money.

Since he had earned some money, his old habit became a nuisance. On the way back, he thought about the two taels of wine, and without saying anything after entering the house, he walked over to the wine jar first and took a sniff.

To my grandfather, fine wine was a panacea for all diseases. Upon smelling it, he immediately felt refreshed and completely exhausted.

When he was satisfied with the smell, he opened the jar and scooped up two taels of wine to satisfy his craving.

Unfortunately, the wine in the jug had run out. He could only smell the aroma but not drink it. This was an incomparable torment for him. It was like a drug addiction, with countless poisonous bugs crawling all over his body.

The addiction was unbearable. Before he could even warm his seat at home, he had already stood up and went to the neighboring village to drink. Although the restaurant was in the next village, it wasn't too far away.

When my grandfather left the house, it was already dark. He excitedly went to the liquor store and asked the owner for two pints of liquor and a plate of beef with peanuts.

He chewed on a handful of peanuts and stuffed the two pieces of beef into his mouth. Then, he poured some wine into his mouth.

As he ate and drank, the sky had already darkened outside the window. Seeing that the pot of wine was almost empty, he licked his lips, thinking to himself, This is so unsatisfying, why does it feel like the wine wasn't even enough today? And then he shouted at the owner, "What …" What's going on? The wine given today was too little. How could it even be two taels? "Give me another half a pot."

Seeing his face turn red, the owner obviously knew that he was on the verge of becoming drunk, so he didn't care too much about it and added another two or three pieces to the pot.

In the blink of an eye, two hours had passed. My grandfather had asked for three times over wine, and he had drunk six taels of wine by himself, his face red as a sheet. Usually he only drank two taels at home because he could only drink two, and if he drank a little more he would get drunk.

He was the only one left in the bar sleeping. The people at the table had long since left, and now it was time to close the door. The owner walked up to him and nudged him, "Hey, big brother, wake up, wake up."

"Hmm? "Hmm ~ Don't push me, it's not like I'm not giving you money." said my grandfather, shaking his body.

After a while, my grandfather opened his eyes in a daze and saw the owner standing next to him. "What's wrong?"

The owner helplessly pointed to the empty table beside him and said, "Big bro, look, there's no one here anymore. Our shop should close soon. You should just go home and settle your accounts."

"Mn, let's go home …" "Let's go home." As he said that, he slowly stood up and slapped a handful of money on the table. No matter how much it was, he walked out of the room after patting the table. He even knocked over a few wooden stools on the way.

Just as he stepped out of the door, a gust of cold wind blew over the fallen leaves. The branches next to him rustled. When he raised his head, he saw that the moon was covered with a layer of white fur.

There were no streetlights in the countryside, and everything was very dark. Although I couldn't see my hand in front of me, it wasn't much better and the people on the night road would inevitably feel panicked and uneasy, but my grandfather was strong and fearless.

It was even darker here, and I had to walk home from memory, but my drunken grandfather had no memory of it, and he walked on with his back to me, right or wrong.

As he walked, he felt a sharp pain in his legs, as if he had hit something. He stopped and reached out to touch it, but as soon as his hand touched the object, he felt a bone-chilling cold and couldn't help but shiver.

After fumbling around for a while, he still could not figure out what was in front of him. He felt that this thing was so tall from the calf up, one was long, and the other two were wide in the shoulders. It was too dark to see clearly.

The mountain path was originally very narrow, and this thing just happened to block the road, so he had no choice but to jump over it.

My grandfather was drunk and his body did not listen to his commands. He stepped into this thing and felt his legs go soft, then he lost his balance and fell down. He fell onto something and felt that it was soft and comfortable.

He did not know how much time had passed. In short, it was the latter half of the night, and before the sun rose, my grandfather woke up in a daze. He did not know where he was.

It was already dawn when he heard the rooster announcing the start of the day. He knocked on the door as he yawned. After a while, the door opened with his grandmother's complaints, "You still know to return …"

Grandma opened the door and looked at my grandfather. Before she could say the word "come", she heard Grandma scream and ran to the corner of the room, clutching her chest, to vomit.

My grandfather didn't know what happened, but he was scared awake by the sound of the alcohol. Only then did he smell a fishy stench, and when he looked at himself, his entire body was covered in red blood stains, as if his carotid artery had been cut open.

The villagers wanted to get up early so that they could rest under the setting sun. With the addition of Grandma's scream, the villagers all came out and surrounded his house to join in the fun. At that time, it didn't matter as they had already seen two middle-aged women puking, so they covered the children's eyes with their hands.

After throwing up, Grandma squatted in the corner and cried, crying as she shouted, "Heavens! What kind of evil did you do? I thought you just drank all night outside, but who would've thought you could actually commit murder."

Hearing my grandmother call him like this, all the old and young men in the village came up and grabbed my grandfather. This is because no matter where you look at it, killing someone is a huge matter and you can't let him escape.

After going through so much, my grandfather was also scared. His legs were trembling as he hurriedly explained, "I …" I didn't kill anyone. I was drinking yesterday. "

"Drink?" You can get a whole body of blood from drinking wine? " A strong man beside him said as he pulled him.

My grandfather didn't know how to reply, so he tried to recall what happened last night. Although he couldn't remember clearly, he could probably recall the strange incident last night. He didn't know what blocked my path, so he fell asleep in a daze.

The villagers all shouted, "Speak, what did you do? How are you going to explain yourself?"

My grandfather had no choice but to lead them to the mountain path they came back from yesterday. Everyone was dumbfounded when they arrived.

On the path was a dark coffin.

A few bold people walked up and took a look. There was a female corpse with blood flowing out of her eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. The entire corpse was soaked in blood. Even now, the female corpse was still bleeding.

Seeing this, my grandfather was so frightened that his legs went limp and he fell to the ground. He was so frightened that he couldn't stand up when he thought about how he had lain in this coffin with the female corpse for the night.

This incident spread like wildfire, causing quite a sensation. After further identification, the female corpse belonged to the daughter of the village's Old Ma. The cause of death was hanging herself, and when she was found she was already bleeding from her seven orifices.

Ever since this General Xie did something, something strange came knocking.