"I heard that Liu Jiaoshou died. What a pity! What a good person! How can you say that he died?"
"Don’t talk nonsense about coffin boards." Lu Peony’s calm face was cold and light. "I know that you secretly made a coffin for everyone on this island and then lay in this broken chair every day waiting for someone to die."
"Hey hey, or Miss Lu knows me."
Qu Yong felt a thrill. This hobby of coffin board is really abnormal. It seems that no one in this place is normal.
Lu Mudan said, "Stop talking and take me to the coffin."
"Good." As soon as the coffin board got excited, it was not popular, and his face became a little bloody. He took a long breath and rubbed his hands, so he invited them into the house to sit. "Come with me."
The coffin shop doesn’t look like much outside. I found that there are still several rooms, each of which has a dark door tightly locked. The sun has become cold here, and the window is covered with thick paper. It seems that people don’t want to see the situation inside, and one of them has a dim oil lamp.
Of course, there won’t be an oil lamp in this place, or you can rub it up with your own hemp rope. The coffin board picks up a large number of keys from the waist, inserts one of them, hits the door, and sees that it is full of wood, nails bent, nails, and many of them are planed to break wood flowers, and a saw leans against a coffin that has just been painted.
Looks like the coffin board just made a coffin.
Lu Mudan said, "coffin board, you are making a coffin."
"Yes," sighed the coffin board. "I’m afraid this is the last coffin."
"What do you mean?" Lu Mudan said, "You won’t be a coffin in the future."
The coffin board said, "It’s not that I don’t do it. I’m afraid I can’t do it later."
Lu Mudan said, "Are you sick? Making coffins is your only hobby these years, and you can’t stop doing it."
QuYong heart suddenly said, "Don’t you make this coffin for yourself?"
The coffin board grinned sadly. "This young man has a good eye. It’s broken at first sight."
Lu Peony was surprised to hear that "you are making a coffin for yourself"
The pale face of the coffin plate looks a little less human in the light of the fire. He looks more like a ghost. He can’t help sighing, "Yeah, I made a coffin for others, but I’m afraid I have no place to lie after my death. It’s better to prepare early."
It’s hard to say what it feels like to make your own coffin, but obviously it’s not pleasant. To put it another way, it’s a bit like digging a hole for yourself and burying yourself. What it feels like is for someone to taste it.
Lu Mudan felt a chill chill and got up from her back, just like a cold snake. She couldn’t help but get closer to Qu Yong, as if he could protect her.
Qu Yong is certainly not a coward, and he is not a woman. Although he feels a little creepy, he is still very stable.
At this moment, it seems that the wind is blowing in and the weak light is shaking. It seems that the room can’t shine in. With this light, it looks like a grave.
QuYong several people like in the grave now.
"Excuse me, which bite is the coffin for Liu Jiaoshou?"
"Don’t worry." The coffin board smiled sadly and took them to the back. Sure enough, I saw a pure black coffin in front of a dark yellow brick, and there was a simple coffin. Qu Yong looked around and saw "Liu Jiaoshou’s coffin."
"This is"
The coffin board said, "We don’t even know what Liu Jiaoshou’s real name is. No one on this island has a real name. Everyone just shouts at me blindly, hoping that he can eat my delicious meal."
The coffin board, the coffin, the coffin and the incense have obviously been made up long ago. When Liu Jiaoshou died, he had his own cigarettes to eat by the roadside. Qu Yong really didn’t know whether this coffin board was abnormal or intimate.
Lu Mudan wonders, "coffin board? Every time I come to you, you can always smell incense in front of the coffin of the dead for the first time. It can’t be so coincidence."
The coffin board said, "Maybe I’m here to take care of the dead. These people have left their homes and died, and no one has died. Of course, after death, they came to me for the first time to report, and I can naturally feel it when I deal with ghosts more."
He said this sentence is really a first-class fallacy, but when you think about it, it seems to be very reasonable. He choked the peony.
QuYong ha ha a smile, "I’m not satisfied with your explanation. I can also say that you killed all these dead people. Of course you know who will die next, and you can give them incense when you can."
"Ah," said the coffin board, "You can eat whatever you want. You can’t just tell me how the coffin board people are on this island. Miss Lu knows little about it."
Peony Lu also nodded, "Yes, coffin boards make coffins for people. Without him, I can’t bury the dead alone."
"Really?" QuYong touched his nose. "In this case, let’s take the coffin and go. This kind of spring weather makes the body taste bad for a long time."
"Good" Lu Mudan Road
"Wait," the coffin board suddenly stopped them and said, "This coffin was not given to you for nothing. I have conditions."
Lu peony good-looking arch eyebrows a wrinkly way "coffin board your coffin is never for the dead"
The coffin board said, "That was once upon a time. Today this pair can’t work."
"All right," said Lu Peony, looking at his seriousness, "Tell me what you want."
The coffin board was silent for a while and then gritted its teeth and asked, "I want to ask you how Miss Yilu Liu Jiaoshou died."