Not only was the room dark and damp, but it was also very empty.
Only a few coffins were placed in the middle of the house. These coffins were filled with people who had died recently in Shuangqiao Village.
Some of them were waiting to be buried at an auspicious time, while others were passers-by who had died a violent death.
At that time, it was a chaotic era, and death was a common occurrence.
Daoist Priest Qing Feng and Ye Feng came to the mortuary and met an old man surnamed Liu.
He had lived alone for most of his life. He had no children and lived in this village.
Every month, he went to the village chief to collect some silver to live on.
The so-called village chief was equivalent to the current village chief. He was in charge of household registration and taxes.
The old man was usually kind and the villagers called him Old Liu.
No one in the village knew where he came from, and no one cared about this matter.
She only knew that he was unusually bold and lived in that gloomy mortuary.
He was accompanied by corpses every night and often appeared in the middle of the night. He seemed a little strange.
After Old Liu led the master and disciple into the mortuary, he placed the lantern in his hand on top of a coffin.
The red lanterns lit up the room, making it seem dark and eerie.
At this moment, Daoist Priest Qing Feng had just placed the corpses properly.
Old Liu quietly walked up to Daoist Priest Qing Feng and said politely,"
"Daoist Priest Qing Feng, you must not have eaten anything along the way, right? The sky is bright now. I'll go out and buy you some wine and food…"
Daoist Priest Qing Feng smiled and said,
"Thank you, old man…"
As he spoke, he took out some scattered silver from his backpack and handed it to Old Liu.
Old Liu did not decline. He nodded and took the silver before leaving the mortuary.
Before he left, he closed the gate of the mortuary.
The gate of the mortuary was very thick. When it was closed, it made a creaking sound that was very ear-piercing.
Ye Feng was startled by the ear-piercing noise. He looked at Daoist Priest Qing Feng uneasily and said,
"Master, why do I feel that Uncle Liu is a little strange? It's an indescribable feeling.”
Daoist Priest Qing Feng turned to look at Ye Feng and said,"
"Old Liu has always been like this. I've been to this village a few times before and have known him for almost ten years. He hasn't changed at all. Don't worry, kid. When he comes later, let's have something to eat first and then sleep. In the afternoon, I still have to go to town to buy some glutinous rice. The corpse poison in our master and disciple's bodies can't be pulled out for a day or two. We have to treat it slowly.”
Ye Feng responded and paced back and forth in the room. He discovered a strange problem:
There are only two thin wooden beds in the northwest corner of the mortuary. They are clean and tidy. However, if he and Master are resting on these two wooden beds, where should Old Liu sleep?'
Thinking of this, Wu Feng hesitated and asked,
"Master, Uncle Liu probably didn't sleep the whole night, but there are only two beds here. Could it be that there's someone who doesn't have a place to sleep?”
Daoist Priest Qing Feng turned around and smiled at Ye Feng,"
"Who said there was no place to sleep? Those two beds were prepared for us. Old Liu doesn't have the habit of sleeping on a bed, so he slept there.”
Daoist Priest Qing Feng pointed at a large red coffin not far away.
"Ah?"
Ye Feng couldn't believe his ears and looked at the coffin in shock.
"No way, Master. Could it be that he's sleeping in a coffin?”
"Then where do you think he sleeps?"
Daoist Priest Qing Feng asked instead of answering.
Ye Feng's mouth was still wide open in shock. This was the first time he had heard of someone who liked to sleep in a coffin.
He felt that Old Liu was more and more strange, even a little sinister and terrifying.
"Don't underestimate this Old Liu. He's not a simple person. Don't look at his hunched body, he looks so weak, but he walks so lightly. Anyone with a discerning eye can tell that he's a martial artist. It's just that I've never been close to him, so I don't know his background. The most taboo thing for people in the martial world was to find out about other people's background. In the future, you will also be wandering around, so you must know this.”
Daoist Priest Qing Feng said as he paced on the spot.
"Got it, Master. I've learned a lot from you this time. I'll definitely learn well from you.”
Daoist Priest Qing Feng nodded in satisfaction.
At this moment, a series of soft footsteps came from the door. If one did not listen carefully, ordinary people would not have noticed it.
However, Ye Feng and Daoist Priest Qing Feng were both martial arts practitioners, so they could sense the slightest movement from them.
So she thought that Old Liu had returned with breakfast.
Just as they expected, the gate of the mortuary was opened a little and then closed again.
A thin figure immediately flashed in. Although he deliberately pretended to be clumsy, the speed of the flash exposed him.
"Come, come, come…Daoist Priest Qing Feng, and that young man, this old man came just in time. I bought the first pot of steamed buns that had just come out of the steamer. There's also a pot of good wine and two catties of beef…"
Old Liu placed the food on the small table at the side and greeted them warmly.
Daoist Priest Qing Feng politely exchanged a few words with Old Liu before inviting Wu Feng to sit down.
During the meal, Daoist Priest Qing Feng and Old Liu always talked about some irrelevant pleasantries without any focus.
Ye Feng listened for a while and decided not to listen anymore. He only lowered his head and swept away the clouds.
The two of them kept talking and drinking. After Ye Feng finished eating, he felt very sleepy and his head was dizzy.
After discussing with his master, he walked unsteadily to a wooden bed and collapsed.
After lying down, although he was sleepy and tired, Ye Feng still couldn't fall asleep for a while.
He only felt a burning pain in his arms. It seemed that the corpse poison had not been cleared and was acting up now.
However, the glutinous rice he had brought with him had been used up. It seemed that he could only wait for his master to go to town to buy it before he could continue to remove the corpse poison.
At this moment, Ye Feng's mind was filled with a mess of things. At first, it was the male corpse that had lost an eye.
Then, it was the beautiful mother-and-son corpse, Zhao Lian Xin.
After that, it was the two monkeys. He did not know how they were doing now.
Thinking of that little monkey, Ye Feng suddenly felt a warm feeling in his heart. That little fellow was extremely smart.
As he thought about this, he didn't know how long had passed, but his master and Old Liu had already finished drinking.
The two of them chatted for a while before going to rest.
Ye Feng pretended to be sound asleep and narrowed his eyes.
He was still thinking about what his master said not long ago. He said that Old Liu was sleeping in a coffin, but he still didn't believe it.
He wanted to see if Old Liu was really going to sleep in the coffin.
After a series of rustling sounds, Ye Feng saw his master flash past him, walking straight to the wooden bed beside him and lying down.
A strong smell of alcohol assailed his nose. It seemed that his master had drunk a lot of wine.
Not long after, snoring sounds could be heard everywhere. Master seemed to have fallen asleep in the blink of an eye.
This book is provided by FunNovel Novel Book | Fan Fiction Novel [Beautiful Free Novel Book]