There is an old saying that birth, old age, sickness and death are safe when you are buried.

There are many ways for people to bury. Sky burial, water burial, cremation, earth burial, tower burial; hanging coffin burial, tree burial, and ship burial...

Throughout history, there have been countless burial methods, from the beginning to the beginning to let the deceased rest in peace, and then to the end, the descendants of Yize.

Nowadays, except for some ethnic minorities who still maintain special burial methods, even the burials have almost disappeared and all have been cremated and replaced.

I have been to many places, seen many dead people, and carried countless coffins in my life.

However, in recent years, there have been very few people looking for me to carry coffins. Perhaps the coffin maker will disappear from my hands. But I must let many people know that it once existed...

Things start with the first time I carry the coffin...

My grandfather is a famous coffin carryr in all corners of the countryside, but my father threw him into Xishangou to work hard labor. All the things in the family, which can be seen, were smashed by my father.

On that day, everyone from the village came to my house to gather around me and said that my father was unfilial and wanted to drive my father away with a hoe.

When my father left, he said something, asking me not to touch those superstitious things, otherwise he would be the first to interrupt my hand when he came back.

After my father left, no one dared to go to Xishangouzi because the road was difficult to walk there and there were wolves in the mountains, so it was easy to lose their lives before they even arrived.

Grandma was crying at home. I hated my dad, thinking that he killed my mom, and even refused to recognize her relatives, she took her grandfather away.

The incident happened on the seventh day after my grandfather was taken away. That night, the village chief brought a few villagers to knock on the door of my house.

I went to open the yard door. As soon as the village chief entered the yard, he held my hand desperately and said in a panic: "Boss Guan family, how much did you learn by your old man carrying a coffin?"

I hesitated for a while, and then asked him what had happened. Then I said that I was not allowed to do such things now.

The village chief sighed and said with a embarrassed look on his face, "He didn't want this, but the old executioner at the entrance of the village is dead. If he is not buried properly, there will definitely be a big mess."

I gasped, too.

No one in the village knew the name of Lao Xuan. He was in his eighties. Every time the women scared their children, they would say that they would give them to Lao Xuan if they were disobedient.

The horror of the old executioner is not about scaring the child, but about his anger.

He lives at the entrance of the village, which is south of the village. He builds houses and builds foundations, opens doors and doors, faces north and south. This is what people live in.

But his house faces south and north, deliberately turning the houses in a direction.

The old man in the village said that Lao Xuan himself was not like a person, and he had to be with the ghost to live in peace.

Grandpa used to tell me that if the old executioner moved away when he was alive, it would be a blessing in the village. If he died here, the whole village would probably suffer.

My thoughts were very confused and frightened. My subconscious reaction was to look for my grandfather... But my grandfather was far away in Xishangou, and it took two days and two nights to walk through, which was not considered a danger on the road.

When a person dies, his body will not be completely stiff and his blood is coagulating.

In the coffin-carrying maker's words, the energy and spirit are still in the body and will not be eroded by the yin energy, but once the night is over, the body will be completely dead. The yin energy enters the body. With the hostility of his body, he will inevitably defraud the zombie. And it will be the most fierce and terrifying blood zombie...

I bit my lips tightly, and my eyes were almost filled with blood. The village was my root and my grandfather's root... I couldn't sit idly by and watch.

He said to the old village chief in a hoarse voice: "Wait for me, I will pick up the guys, don't let the news leak out, otherwise the Red Guards will come and everything will be over."

The old village chief trembled excitedly at the time and said to reassure me that the long-tongued women in the village were locked in the dark room by their own men.

I turned around and walked into the yard, walked to the west corner, then lifted up a few blue bricks and dug out a package...

I opened the package and counted it. I had a black and red corpse tie rope, seven-inch long peach wood nails, several stacks of talisman paper, and black iron nails, lime, glutinous rice... Everything is complete...

These things were hidden the day before my father came, otherwise they would have been confiscated.

I carried the package and walked directly to the entrance of the village with the old village chief.

The night is so cool and terrifying that it is lonely. The usual roar of insects disappears, and only the rustling sound of the wind blowing the leaves keeps drilling into my ears...

The only thing better is that the moon in the sky is misty, and a thin layer of mist covers the moonlight.

This is the ghost moon, which is very easy to haunt at night, but the fog covers the yin energy, so for corpses, they are not likely to transform into corpses.

I was very anxious, afraid of making mistakes, so I left faster and faster. I even left the old village chief and others far behind.

When I walked to the door of Lao Xuan's house, I felt a little cold.

When I passed by other houses, even if it was dark, I could still see the door and the yard layout clearly. But the old executioner's house was like a dark ink ball. It could also be seen clearly except for the fence. If I went in a little, I could not even find the door anywhere...

I tried hard to think about my grandfather when he carried the coffin and stored the corpse, and he talked about various situations he encountered...

The old executioner's type is because the yin energy is too heavy and too scary...

I'm afraid that it will be midnight, he will be scammered and he doesn't have to wait for the next day to stay overnight.

In this moment, the old village chief rushed to me panting. He covered his chest and said gasping: "Follow my men to Carpenter Liu to carry the coffin. This old executioner doesn't look like another old man. He didn't prepare his funeral for himself. I will notify Carpenter Liu to make the coffin first, and they will be able to bring the coffin over immediately."

I nodded and took a deep breath. As long as I carried the old executioner out of the room and entered the coffin, no matter how fierce he was, he would not be able to do so.

A yellow talisman was taken out of the package, I put it on my shoulder, and at the same time I put the corpse-bound rope around my neck, and squeezed a handful of glutinous rice in my hand.

Before entering the fence, I told the village chief to find eight strong men for me.

The village chief immediately patted his forehead hard and said that he was confused and forgot about the Eight Immortals.

I was also helpless because when my father came to the village to capture my grandfather, he also arrested the Eight Immortals who were responsible for helping my grandfather carry the coffin.

The village chief ran back and called for someone, and I walked into the dark yard...

When looking outside, you can't see things in the yard at all, but after you walk in, you can see things clearly in front of you.

But everything in my sight seemed to be hazy with a faint red mist.

The mist also lingers on me, making me feel like my skin is hurting when I am cut.

I bit my tongue hard, and I felt a little regretful.

I was too anxious when I came here just now and forgot to ask the old village chief how the old executioner died.

The door of the main hall was closed tightly. After I walked to the door, I slowly pushed open the wooden door...

With the creaking sound, I pushed the door open...

But the scene in front of me made me extremely frightened.

There was no table in the middle of the main hall, but a particularly large wooden stake was placed with a black and shiny whetstone on it.

The whetstone was covered with blood, and the room was covered with blood splattered.

All the skin had old spots, and the fat old man was squintingly on the ground.

Blood spread under him, surrounding the entire body...

I stared at the half-behead knife stuck in his neck, and the hair on his head was blown up...

Did this old executioner commit suicide?
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