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Zhao Lu is an ordinary rural man.

The mountain village where he was born had little money, but it was not considered poor.Different from other nearby villages that are gathered by surnames and clans, their village is full of families like his whose ancestors settled from outside the country. There are many surnames in the village, so it is called Wanjia Village.

Most of the villagers in Wanjia Village work in nearby coal mines. The land here is barren and the mountains are barren. The only way to earn some household income is through coal mines.Working in the mines is all about hard-earned money. People like Zhao Lu who have been working for many years have accumulated some physical diseases and cannot be called healthy.Therefore, in recent years, most young people have gone to cities or other places to work, and are unwilling to stay in Wanjia Village and live such a miserable life.

However, Zhao Lu heard that the output of the coal mine was not good now, and there was news in the city that the coal mine would be closed down.

"How will we live in the future?" Zhao Lu was confused.

Later, he no longer had to worry about this.

He was diagnosed with lung cancer.

"I'm only in my thirties...why...?"

Zhao Lu was very depressed, but there was nothing he could do.

Working in the mines in the early years still damaged his lung function, and he usually liked to smoke a few puffs of cigarettes.It is the kind of dry tobacco that farmers like. The tobacco leaves are bought by oneself, rolled in paper, and you can take a few puffs if you have nothing to do. It is stronger, fuller and more powerful than filter cigarettes.

I don't know if it was caused by the superimposed effect. In short, Zhao Lu knew that his life had begun to count down.

Late-stage lung cancer is a disease that is difficult to treat even if you have money, let alone he doesn't have that much money.

Zhao Lu was married but divorced.The two of them had no children. After the divorce, the ex-wife went to work in the city.Zhao Lu did not have a high level of education, nor was he smart enough. He didn't know what else he could do without the coal mine, so he could only rely on his hard work and hard work to earn some family income.

Before he got sick, he had never felt that such a life was painful. Now he doesn't feel any pain either. He just accepts his fate.

"What else can you do to treat a disease like this? It's just a waste of money."

The old people in the village have a habit of choosing a good coffin for themselves before they die. They select the materials in advance and find a craftsman to customize it. They watch the construction period and watch the craftsmen polish, paint, assemble... until the entire coffin is completed. Then he took it home with satisfaction and placed it in the main room.In this way, it means that you have arranged your posthumous affairs while you are still alive.

Naturally, at Zhao Lu's age, he had not made such preparations, and now, it was too late to make temporary custom orders.The craftsmen who do this kind of craftsmanship in rural areas do not accept urgent work, because this kind of handmade custom-made coffin needs to be painted many times, and each time it takes many days to dry in the sun.If you rush it out, the good wood will be ruined.

So he spent his small savings, begged for favors and gave gifts in the village, and finally begged a kind-hearted villager for a coffin prepared for him by their old man.

"This is good wood. I picked it myself. If I hadn't been in good health and had time to order it again, I wouldn't have been willing to give it to you..." the old man said, stroking the heavy black lacquer coffin.

Zhao Lu thanked him profusely, so the old man reluctantly waved his hand and asked Zhao Lu to take the coffin away.

The old man didn't lie, this is a good coffin.The material is made of aged red pine wood, an old material from the Northeast, which is straight and large, oily and corrosion-resistant.The coffin body is assembled using old craftsmanship, with a mortise and tenon structure without a single nail.Tung oil and paint were applied three times, and the gloss was excellent.Although there are no complicated carvings, there are simple and beautiful patterns on the bottom that symbolize blessings and blessings.

Zhao Lu washed the old clothes he had prepared for himself and stacked them in the coffin. A smile that was rare these days showed on his face that was haggard due to illness.

This is considered ready.

With all these things ready, he felt relieved.He even tried it by lying in the coffin himself. The hard and heavy wooden board was not comfortable to lie on, but Zhao Lu felt happy in his heart.

Zhao Lu died of illness in the hospital.

Although he had decided not to receive treatment, he would just die at home.But in the later stages of his life, the village chief, who took his remaining savings and entrusted him with his funeral arrangements, still sent him to the hospital, hoping that his death would be less painful.

Under the care of medical staff, Zhao Lu passed away peacefully.

But what he didn't expect was that as he had no family members and the village committee made funeral arrangements, the hospital issued a death certificate and cremation notice.In other words, he cannot be buried in a coffin.

"He has prepared for himself for so long, so he can't fail to enjoy it." The village chief said, so after Zhao Lu was cremated and before he was buried, the village chief put his urn in the coffin for one night, which was considered meaningful. For a moment.

Just for this reason, Zhao Lu, who was thinking about this coffin even before he died, stayed here.

Although Zhao Lu's life was short, he was always hardworking and busy. He had little money but little rest.Most people's lives are just like this. They don't think too much and follow the steps step by step, just like being driven by a whip, making money, starting a family, having children, making money to support their children...

For Zhao Lu, death was more like a whip that whipped a top and suddenly stopped, and his life suddenly hit the end button.At first, he was still thinking about the coffin and refused to stop. When he returned to his familiar home, he saw the coffin in the main room.A signal of "We're home" entered his hazy mind, so he fell into a dark and sweet dream without hesitation.This sleep lasted for many years.

The coal mines were shut down.Surrounding villages were relocated.

Zhao Lu was still sleeping soundly in his black coffin, knowing nothing.

The outside world is changing rapidly, and the times are developing rapidly, but what does this have to do with Zhao Lu, who died without any worries?He fell into a deep sleep and felt nothing.

Until Wanjiacun began to have ghost-hunting anchors visit.

The first few anchors who came here just looked around the room, talked about it, and then left.Like a cat running next to you while you sleep.

Zhao Lu frowned slightly and didn't even move to turn over.

Then, the golden waves came.

Jin Langlang took Xiao Wu, dragged away Zhao Lu's coffin, and threw it into the wilderness.

Jin Langlang made a new paper coffin out of waste cardboard in the original hall.

Zhao Lu, who was thrown into the wilderness, woke up.

Xiao Yining felt numb all over as he watched the anchor commit suicide.

Is it true that if you don’t commit suicide, you won’t die?
You know that there are so many coffins in this village, but you still insist on dragging people's coffins, how mean-spirited are you?

She changed her mind and looked at it next.

"Huh?" Zhao Lu looked around confusedly: "Where is my house? Where is my home?"

It stood there confused for a moment, still looking sleepy despite having slept for years.Zhao Lu, who was an honest man during his lifetime, did not have much thought after his death.After standing there blankly for a while, it felt sleepy, so it dragged its coffin back slowly.

It was getting dark at this time, otherwise it would be quite scary for such a dark coffin to move on its own on the ground.

Zhao Lu took the coffin back to his original house. It looked at the paper coffin on the ground in confusion, and without thinking much, he placed his own coffin on top.Then a few waste paper shells were pressed under the heavy wooden coffin.

Then?Then Zhao Lu lay back and went to sleep.

But as soon as it fell asleep, photographer Xiao Wu came.

According to Jin Langlang and Xiao Wu's plan, Xiao Wu was going to flatten the fake coffin made of paper and throw it in the corner, so that Jin Langlang would count one less coffin.

Xiao Wu walked in in a familiar manner according to the marks he had made. Under the dim light and shadow, the dark coffin in the room was placed there, just like before.

Xiao Wu quickly went up and kicked him - without moving.

What the fuck?

Xiao Wu's young face was dull. He stretched out his hand and patted it. The coffin didn't move at all. It was made of solid wood.

Xiao Wu was dumbfounded.

He walked out and looked around. There was nothing wrong with the mark on the tree at the door, and the houses next to him were the same as those he had seen before.So what's going on with this coffin?
Did I mistake that it was too dark?
Xiao Wu's face turned a little pale.

He wanted to search nearby again, but at this time the sound of Jin Langlang's live broadcast could be heard not far away, so Xiao Wu had to withdraw and wink at Jin Langlang, hinting that his plan had failed.

Jin Langlang read it, but didn't understand it.