"Professor Liu is dead. He is a relative. I want to bury him. Can you come and help?" Lu Mudan looked at Qu Yong and said.

"What does his death have to do with us?" Hua Widow naturally took Qu Yong's hand and faced Lu Mudan with a sweet smile: "We still have a lot of things to do. What's the point of burying the dead?" Are you right?"

This time Qu Yong did not stand on her side. He gently pulled Hua Widow's hand and smiled slightly: "Actually, it is meaningless to bury the dead. But if everyone dies and no one buries, then the world will be miserable." You can tell what it will look like."

"You..." Hua Widow looked at Qu Yong a little strangely and said, "I didn't expect you still have this kind of heart. I can't tell."

"Yeah"

Of course, no one in this place is forced to cremate, but most of these people are alone. Fortunately, there is a carpenter on the Forbidden Island. His favorite thing is to make coffins, so the coffins of these dead people eventually belong to him.

Every coffin shop in the world seems to be the same, old, dilapidated, and gloomy. Sometimes they also sell some fireworks, incense, and paper mannequin sports cars. In short, they are all about making money from dead people.

Under the eaves of the coffin shop on this extremely strange forbidden island is a long bench that is as old and broken as the shop. On the chair lies a half-dead man. The sun is shining brightly, but he hides in the shadows.

Qu Yong remembers that when he was a child, there was a coffin shop when cremation was not compulsory in the village. The owner of the coffin shop also looked like a dead person. Did these people interact with the dead too much, so they themselves became half-dead? Got [

There is actually a couplet posted on both sides of the door from an unknown date, which reads: "If you have anything to do, don't come to the door, and it's best not to see you again." It's a little off on arts and science, but that's the truth.

The shop owner had been sitting there like a dead man in this place. Even if he had been lying there for three years, maybe no one would come to his door. But today he knew that someone would come because someone was dead.

So when he heard Lu Mudan's footsteps, he jumped up from his chair and said with a flattering smile: "Miss Lu, you are here again."

Have you ever remembered that a dead man's face suddenly turned into a flattering look? It was simply a tragedy and it was extremely ugly. From what Qu Yong said, it seemed that this was not the first time Lu Mudan had come to visit. I thought of all the dead people on this island who had their bodies confiscated. She was the one who took care of things

"I'm here again with the coffin board. Actually, I don't want to come because every time I come here, it means that someone has died in this place."

The name Coffin Board is actually very fitting for this person. His bloodless face is exactly the same as Coffin Board.

"Hey, Miss Zhao, you are joking, but no one is dead. You can come over and have fun."

What to play with? Playing with dead people or playing with coffins?

Neither the dead nor the coffins seem very interesting.

"I heard that Professor Liu died. It's such a pity that he was such a good person. Why did he die just like that?"

"Stop talking nonsense about the coffin board." Lu Mudan said coldly with a calm face: "I know that you secretly made a custom-made coffin for everyone on this island, and then you lie on this broken chair every day and wait. Killing someone"

"Hey, Miss Lu still understands me."

Qu Yong felt a bit creepy. This hobby of coffin boards is really abnormal. No one in this place seems to be normal.

Lu Mudan said: "Stop talking and just take me to carry the coffin."

"Okay." The coffin board became excited all of a sudden. His face, which was not popular at first, also turned a little red. He exhaled a long breath, rubbed his hands, and invited them to come in and sit down. "Follow me."[

This coffin shop doesn't look like much from the outside. When I walked in, I found that there were several rooms. Each door was tightly locked. The dark house became cold when the sun shined here. There was thick paper on the door. I don't want people to see the scene inside. Only one room is still lit with dim oil lamps.

Of course there will be no electric oil lamps in a place like this, or coffin boards that I rolled up with hemp rope. I took a large number of keys from my waist, picked out one of them and "inserted" it in. I opened the door and saw that it was filled with wood and there were piles of wood on the floor. There were many bent iron nails and more scraps of planed wood. There was also a saw leaning against a freshly painted coffin.

It looks like the coffin board has just been made for a coffin.

Lu Mudan said: "Coffin board, you are making a coffin."

"Yes," the coffin board sighed, "I'm afraid this is the last coffin."

"What do you mean?" Lu Mudan said, "You won't make coffins anymore."

The coffin board said: "It's not that I won't do it, I'm afraid I won't be able to do it in the future."

Lu Mudan said: "Are you sick? Making coffins has been your only hobby in these years, but you can stop doing it?"

Qu Yong's heart suddenly moved and he said: "Did you make this coffin for yourself?"

The coffin board grinned and said miserably: "This young man has great eyesight. He saw through it all at once."

Lu Mudan was surprised when she heard this and said: "You are making a coffin for yourself."

The pale face of the coffin board looked a little less human under the firelight. He looked more like a ghost. He couldn't help but sigh: "Yes, I have been making coffins for others all my life, but in the end I am afraid that I will have no place to lie down after I die." I’m not in good health, so it’s better to prepare early.”

It’s really hard to describe what it feels like to make your own coffin, but obviously it doesn’t feel good. To use another metaphor, it’s a bit like digging a hole for yourself and burying yourself. What that feels like is something you have to experience personally.

Lu Mudan only felt an eerie and cold chill crawling up her back, like a cold snake. She couldn't help but move closer to Qu Yong, as if he could protect her.

Of course Qu Yong is not a timid person, nor is he a woman. Although he feels a little creepy, his body is still very stable.

At this time, it seemed that the wind was blowing in and the weak firelight was shaking the room. It seemed that no sunlight could come in. Only this little firelight looked like a tomb.

Qu Yong and the others seem to be in a tomb now.

"May I ask which coffin was given to Professor Liu?"

"Don't worry." The coffin board smiled miserably and led them to the back. Sure enough, they saw a pure black coffin placed on a low platform made of dark yellow bricks. In front of the stage, there was a simple When Qu Yong took a look at the spiritual tablet, he saw it read: "Professor Liu's spiritual tablet."

"This is"

The coffin board said: "We don't know what Professor Liu's real name is. No one on this island has a real name. Everyone just yells at me like this, and I make offerings like this in the hope that he can eat this delicious meal from me."

Coffin board, this coffin, this spiritual tablet and this incense have obviously been prepared for a long time. As soon as Professor Liu died, there would be his own cigarettes on the roadside of Huangquan for him to eat. Qu Yong really doesn’t know whether to call this coffin board perverted or considerate.

Lu Mudan asked curiously: "Coffin Board Why is it that every time I come to your place, you can always put incense in front of the corresponding dead person's coffin immediately? Isn't it such a coincidence?"

The coffin board said: "Perhaps I am here to take care of the dead. These people left their hometowns and died without anyone to die. They are left alone and wandering ghosts. So of course they came to my place to report as soon as possible. And I have dealt with ghosts a lot, so naturally... I can feel it.”

What he said was really a first-rate fallacy, but after thinking about it carefully, it seemed so reasonable that Lu Mudan choked up.

Qu Yong laughed and said: "I am not satisfied with your explanation. I can also say that in fact you killed these dead people, so of course you know who is going to die next, and you can burn incense for them in time."

"Hey," the coffin board said anxiously: "You can eat whatever you want, but you can't talk about my coffin board. Miss Lu is the one who knows the least about me on this island."

Lu Mudan also nodded and said: "Yes, the coffin board is used to make coffins for people. Without him, I wouldn't be able to bury the dead by myself."

"Really?" Qu Yong touched his nose and said, "In that case, let's take the coffin and leave. In this spring weather, the corpse will easily change smell if left for a long time."

"Okay" Lu Mudan said

"Wait a minute." The coffin board suddenly stopped them and said, "This coffin is not given to you for free. I have conditions."

Lu Mudan's pretty eyebrows frowned and said: "Coffin board, your coffins are never given to dead people for free."

The coffin board said: "That was the case in the past and today's situation is not good."

"Okay." Seeing his serious look, Lu Mudan could only say, "Just tell me what conditions you want."

The coffin board was silent for a moment before gritting his teeth and asking: "I want to ask you, Miss Lu, how Professor Liu died."

Qu Yong and Lu Mudan looked at each other and said in unison: "Why do you ask that?"

The coffin board said a little anxiously: "You tell me first and I will tell you later."

Qu Yong could see that this issue was really important to the coffin board. His whole body was in a very strange state, making him look not like a ghost at all, but more like a person who was "forced" to a dead end.

Who "forced" him? Why was he so anxious to prepare a coffin for himself? Why must he know how Professor Liu died? What is the relationship between all of this?

These questions flashed through Qu Yong's mind. He absolutely told the truth to the coffin board: "Professor Liu, he is"
Chapter completed!