The short-lived ghost of the Xie family has lived a long life

Chapter 458 The coffin cracks
The wheels of the car rolled over the bluestone road, making a squeaking sound.

Chuntao took out a cloak from her bag and put it on Mrs. Zhu: "Grandma, please lean on your slave and sleep for a while. We still have half an hour to go."

Mrs. Zhu lifted the car curtain and took a look outside. She saw a man riding a horse, his back darker than the night.

She lowered the car curtain and rested her head on Chuntao's shoulder.

When the curtain fell, Xie Erli turned his head, looked at the shaking carriage, and frowned slightly.

Half an hour later, the carriage stopped at the entrance of Zhu's mansion.

He thanked her and got off his horse. After Mr. Zhu approached, the couple walked towards the house.

There was a steward waiting at the door. When he saw the eldest lady and eldest uncle coming, he stepped forward and saluted, and then quickly led the people inside.

As soon as they reached the second gate, a bolt of lightning struck the night sky without warning.

"what--"

Zhu Shi screamed in fright and instinctively took half a step back.

Xie Erli turned around and glanced at Chuntao lightly, "Help grandma."

Chuntao was also startled, thinking that frost was about to fall, so why was there lightning?

After a while, we arrived at the main room.

Xie Erli walked in first.

He was so striking that everyone looked at him.

Xie Erli wore a gray robe and a sky-blue cloak. In addition to being elegant, he also had a sense of calmness.

"The eldest brother-in-law is here."

The person who spoke was Zhu Yuanmo, the uncle of the Zhu family.

The Zhu family's three sons and three daughters were all born from the same belly as Mrs. Mao.

Among the six children, Zhu ranked fourth, with three brothers at the top and two sisters at the bottom.

Xie Erli hugged his uncle's fists, untied his cloak, and asked, "How is father?"

Boss Zhu sighed and gave up half of his body, intending to let him see for himself.

Xie Erli walked to the bed and took a look, sighing in his heart.

Mr. Zhu was as thin as a mummy on the hospital bed, with only a layer of skin hanging on his gray face. His eye sockets were deeply sunken and his eyeballs were unusually protruding, making him look both ferocious and terrifying.

His mouth was half-opened stiffly, and while his chest was rising and falling, a strange sound of "hoohoho" came out of his throat.

For three whole months, my father-in-law had been acting like this from time to time, whether he wanted to live or die.

He was about to die, but he managed to hold on all night, and the breath came back again.

Imperial doctors say it is rare.

Night after night, this happened over and over again, and the family was tortured.

It is said that no one has a filial son before he is sick for a long time, but my father-in-law is really a good person on weekdays and is polite to everyone. Even if his children are tortured like this, they never complain or feel tired.

I just hope that the old man will suffer less and can swallow this sigh of relief quickly.

Xie Erli looked at Mao who was in a daze beside the bed, "Mom, go to sleep first, we are here."

Mao nodded and was about to get up when suddenly the man on the bed began to shake violently.

Mao's scalp felt numb, but his face was not very panicked, "Boss."

Boss Zhu rushed to the bed, pressed the old man's shoulders with both hands, and shouted loudly: "Father, father, wake up, look at me, look at me..."

Mr. Zhu was shaking even more violently, and the bed was shaking violently, as if it was about to fall apart.

The timid female relatives didn't dare to look any further, so they all shrank back and hid.

Xie Erli and the other two sons of the Zhu family saw that their eldest brother was struggling to hold down the pressure alone, so they also stepped forward to help.

It took the strength of four grown men to hold Master Zhu down.

The person became quiet, but his eyes protruded more and more outward, looking sinister and scary.

Xie Erli was a little dazed. He raised his head and glanced at Boss Zhu, but he didn't expect that Boss Zhu was also looking at him.

four eyes facing each other;

Candlelight dances;

"Let it all go." Boss Zhu said.

The four of them carefully released their hands at the same time.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he let go, Mr. Zhu suddenly stretched out a skinny hand and pinched his neck.

The word "pinch" is inappropriate.Those who were prepared said that something should have strangled the old man's neck. The old man couldn't breathe and desperately grabbed his throat with his hands.

This scene made everyone's breath suffocate, and they immediately felt chills from their heads to the soles of their feet.

"Come here, go and invite the monks and Taoists." Mao made a quick decision.

How could anyone die like this? Something dirty must have got into the master's body.

The manager ran away.

Before the footsteps had gone far away, the man's head slowly turned, and a pair of cloudy eyes slowly scanned everyone in the room.

No one dared to speak.

Everyone held their breath.

At this moment, the man's hand slipped down silently, and the "oooh" sound in his throat stopped abruptly.

Mr. Zhu was stunned for a while, then he tremblingly stretched out his hand and put it under his father's nose. Then he quickly fell to his knees and cried:
"Father, go!"

In the room, the virtuous son and filial grandson knelt down on the floor and cried loudly.

While crying, Xie Erli raised his head and glanced at his father-in-law on the bed. For some reason, he always felt that his father-in-law's face after death was much more ferocious than before death.

……

When a person dies, the lights go out, and things after death are arranged in an orderly manner.

Everything has been prepared in advance.

Whether it is the person who is responsible for the funeral, the mourning clothes or shoes, or even the coffin has been prepared for several months.

Xie Erli walked outside, called his personal servant Wei Lin, and whispered, "Go back to the house to report the news, and ask the master and the third child to come to express their condolences early tomorrow morning."

Wei Lin asked: "Sir, how much is the wedding gift?"

"Thank you to the manager, as per the past rules, just a little more."

"Yes!"

Wei Lin left in a hurry.

Xie Erli was about to enter the house when suddenly a drop of rain hit his nose. Before he could react, heavy rain fell from the sky.

"Why is it raining so heavily?"

He ran into the house and wiped the rain off his body, feeling a little worried.

The most fearful thing about happy and trivial events is that bad weather will make it inconvenient to do things.

……

In less than half an hour, Master Zhu had already put on his mourning clothes and shoes.

The arrangements at the other end of the mourning hall have been arranged, and they are waiting for the coffin to be transported in, and the funeral will be held at an auspicious time.

"It's coming, it's coming, the guest is here, and the coffin is here too."

The Zhibin is the person who presides over the funeral, and the person invited is Liu Banxian, a well-known person in Sijiu City. This man is good at calculating, and almost all the affairs of high-ranking families pass through his hands.

Liu Banxian put a compass on his waist, calculated the time, and then shouted: "We are mourning."

Hearing this shout, everyone worked together to lift Mr. Zhu to the door panel.

When the door panel was lifted out of the back room, the originally subdued crying became louder again.

Liu Banxian directed his people to cover Master Zhu with several layers of raincloth, and shouted again: "Get up——"

Five strong men carried the door panel and ran straight to the mourning hall despite the pouring rain.

The children and grandchildren who had put on mourning clothes got up from the ground and followed them under umbrellas, while the female family members stayed where they were, waiting for the coffin to fall before they could enter the mourning hall.

In the mourning hall.

A fine nanmu coffin was placed on three benches.

The lid of the coffin has been lifted, and a brand new quilt is spread under the coffin.

Liu Banxian calculated the time and directed the three men to carefully put Mr. Zhu on the door panel into the coffin.

This step is called falling into the coffin.

Only after the coffin is lowered can guests come to pay their respects.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the person was put in, before the lid was closed, a few clicks were heard, the fine nanmu coffin suddenly cracked, and several door panels fell to the ground.

A Mr. Zhu who had died was revealed, lying alone on the floor.

boom!
Everyone was scared to death.

(End of this chapter)