Coffin of the Nether World - C100

Afraid of waking up my dad, I took extra care to keep my footsteps light when I left. If I could sleep for a while, then that would be for a while. I hope I don’t have that damn nightmare again.

The next day, I woke up with dark circles under my eyes. I didn’t have any nightmares, so my father asked me what I had been doing.

I called my dad last night and told him I wasn’t going back in the evening, and I didn’t say exactly what it was, and he asked me now that I fully understood.

I said to my father, “I have always been following Master, who is also the Dr. Li. After so many years, I have also learned some things. When I went to visit Master’s house yesterday, I saw that it was a little strange.

It goes without saying that the old man is very important to our village. The biggest people in the village are his sons, so when I called myself my grandson in front of him, I took advantage of him.

My father obviously knew the old man. After hearing what I had to say, he asked, “Does the old man have any big questions?”

I said no, I was too nervous.

What nonsense, besides being born old and dying naturally, if this old man can have any other issues in the future, wouldn’t that mean the Underworld was slapping him in the face? I don’t think that even Xie Bian could pull that face down, much less the Underworld.

After eating, I said that I would go to the Lame Zhao to have a look, but my father did not ask.

But what I didn’t expect was, when I pushed open the Lame Zhao’s door, there wasn’t anyone in the room. I went back to his room, but there was still nobody in there.

Where are the people of Lame Zhao?

Out of curiosity, my gaze falls on the vermilion coffin in the middle of the room. The lid of the coffin is closed, but the nail isn’t nailed onto it. Could it be …

I couldn’t help but think of yesterday … Ah, no! It was the words Xie Bian casually said early in the morning: “I will bring a person with me”. I didn’t notice it at that time, and only realized it now, could it be that he was referring to taking away Lame Zhao!

Thinking of this, I desperately opened the lid of the coffin, but I was too naive, the weight of a coffin was at least several hundred kilograms, how light could the lid be? And because the coffin was closed, there was still so much friction. I had the urge to drink some milk, but I just didn’t push it.

Should I call someone? This is my first thought, but the fact that Lame Zhao is in the coffin, no matter how probable it is, is still my guess.

Fortunately, there are a lot of tools that Lame Zhao use to make wood. I think with my high school’s knowledge on physics, I should be able to open this coffin.

The teacher used to say most of the time, “Lever is the easiest tool to save effort.”

Thus, I used Lame Zhao’s tools to forcefully open a hole in the coffin.

Opening the closed coffins again would be considered a great disrespect to the dead, it’s not like I don’t know this, I’m worried about whether Lame Zhao is dead or alive right now, I don’t care anymore, I will just open the coffin first!

I think that after working hard for about two hours, I finally managed to open a crack in the coffin. However, it is enough to confirm one thing — — Lame Zhao is dead.

Yes, Lame Zhao is dead. When I opened the coffin halfway, I saw him lying on the coffin with a peaceful expression. There was neither pain nor regret on his face, as if he had walked away unhurriedly.

In his hand were two letters, one was addressed to me, and the other was written as a phone call from my son, He Jiabao.

Does the Lame Zhao also have a son? I never knew that the Lame Zhao had children, because in my impression, I have never seen anyone visit him. He really wants to stay alone all this time.

But I didn’t have much curiosity. After putting away the letter he wrote to his own son, I opened the letter that he wrote to me. The handwriting wasn’t very good, but it could still be considered neat and tidy.

“He Family Child, if your baby can read this letter before lunch, it means that you are not stupid. Knowing that I have begged for your life, looking at it this way, it means that I have even more respect for you.”

In fact, the reason why I forcefully opened the coffin was because of what Xie Bian had said to me last night. If not for that, I would have definitely waited here for him. I went on reading:

First of all, it’s a craft job, which is called carpentry. You can only do it if you understand it too much, but as I said before, you don’t have that much time left, so all the important points regarding carpentry’s antics are recorded in my modified ‘Carpenter’s Square’. This is what I left you, remember to take care of it.

“When there’s nothing to see, just look at it. Once you’ve mastered it, there will be two levels to it. If you feel like you really don’t have anything to be a craftsman …” Maybe it’s due to a carpenter’s talent, then you can see if you can find someone who likes this business but is willing to be a craftsman, and give the Carpenter’s Square to him. ”

“The Carpenter’s Square is now yours, you have the right to decide his location. I never thought that I would take in a disciple in this life, the day before I was going to die, I never thought that I would pick up a cheap disciple, hahaha …”

The only thing that remains is the location of the Carpenter’s Square. I took a deep breath and a strong sense of loss came from my heart.

Maybe it’s because a person who was eating watermelon with me yesterday said that it’s gone so it’s gone. It makes me feel a little depressed and sad.

I called my father and told him that the Lame Zhao was dead. I told him to tell the Village Chief and find some people to come.

The rest of the time I went to my room and found a beautiful wooden box. Inside was a long item wrapped in a red cloth, and I knew that this was the Carpenter’s Square.

I just took a quick look, closed the box, and carried it out the door.

After a while, my father and the village chief arrived. I didn’t say that I opened the coffin, even though there were a few marks left on the coffin, they didn’t notice that I had given the Lame Zhao’s letter to his son and went home.

In the afternoon, a very beautiful and clean BMW car came out of the village. Everyone knew that Lame Zhao’s son, He Jiabao, had returned, and I also ran over to see what the person who never came back to see me was like.

A tall and thin man in his forties wearing a suit and tie and looking like a dog got out of the car. That guy had a pair of bright playboy shoes that could be used as a mirror.

Of course, because the road was blocked, the car could only stop at the village entrance. He also wanted to walk all the way to his house, and as for his shoes, they probably lasted more than ten steps.

“My dearest father ~ ~ ~”

After seeing the Lame Zhao in the coffin, he no longer had that appearance of returning home with clothes full of red, but instead had an expression of extreme regret.

I’m curious, what did this person do while he was still alive? Why did he have to wait until everyone was gone before coming to the corpse and crying and making a ruckus? Is it that interesting?

“My father! You just don’t wait for me, your son!”

“It’s good if you let me see you one last time ~ ~ ~”

Anyway, I really hate these people. Everyone said that He Jiabao opened a company in Chengdu and got rich, and I think that he really did.

But I didn’t see him contribute much to He Family Village, even if he didn’t completely tie himself up in the countryside like Brother Zhou Li did, putting up some money to repair the road in the village shouldn’t be a difficult task for his boss.

Of course, these were my personal opinions. If I were to continue talking, it might become a very popular “moral kidnapping”, and I have no interest in watching He Jiabao cry and yell at the same time. I turned around and went back home, intending to look at the Carpenter’s Square that Lame Zhao had left for me.