Devil Lord, You Lose Your Soul

"Move the umbrella to me." Song Yue murmured, holding Erdong's hand and letting the oil paper umbrella lean a little towards him.

Erdong took a look at the coachman. The coachman was wrapped tightly. He was holding an ordinary oil paper umbrella and a sword on his back. He was supposed to be a part-time bodyguard.

Erdong looked at Song Yue again, "his umbrella is bigger than mine."

"I just like your umbrella. Why are your hands so cold?" Song Yue grinned at Erdong. He was half a head taller than her. He put his hand on her shoulder instead of worrying about Erdong's cold hands. He asked curiously: "I heard that your family has been making coffins for generations, so you can make coffins, right?"

"I will not." Erdong shakes his head.

"Ah? Then this craft of your family is lost, isn't it? You're the only one in your family. " Song Yue was shocked.

Erdong looked at him and nodded in silence.

In the whole village, Erdong's family can make coffins, but Erdong's family has passed on it from generation to generation. My father told me that it was because of their ancestral teachings that the craft of making coffins was never passed on. But I don't know why. When Erdong arrived, his father never told her to learn this craft until he died half a month ago. Before he died, he took Erdong's hand and asked her to contact the people of the Song family and let them come Take away the coffin that's older than erdon in the attic.

After finishing his father's funeral, Erdong found someone who would leave Wucun regularly to help contact the Song family, but he didn't expect that the Song family would let song Yue, who seemed to be unreliable, take the coffin.

In fact, song Yue himself did not expect that he had just returned to the Song family with his master and reported the results of these calendar exercises to the patriarch. Before he had slept in the Song family for a night, he was sent out again.

"Why is there no one in the village in broad daylight?" Along the way, song Yue did not see anyone, and the doors of the houses on both sides were closed, there was no sound.

Erdong looked up at the sky outside the umbrella. Seeing that the rain had stopped, he took the umbrella away. He heard song Yue's question and told him: "several people died in the village two days ago, and now they are all in the ancestral temple."

When people die in the village, everyone will go to the ancestral hall to help eat.

The ancestral hall and Erdong family are not in the same direction, so there is no one to see.

"It's not like you can't hear a sound, can you?" Song Yue scratched his head, a little puzzled.

"Here we are." Erdong didn't answer song Yue's doubts. He took the key from his neck, opened the copper lock hanging on the wooden door, and said to song Yue: "you all come in."

Song Yue's attention was immediately diverted, "Hey, hey! Why is it so dark in the room? "

Erdong goes to the table and lights up the oil lamp. He goes to the back door of the house. Out of the back door is a row of small houses. There is a small pavilion in the second house on the right. The pavilion is not high, and it reaches her shoulder.

"The coffin you want is right there." Erdong pointed to the pavilion.

"It's black. I can't see clearly." Song Yue squinted and his thick eyebrows tightened. He took out a bead from his arms and looked inside. Then he saw the coffin in the dark.

The coffin was painted black. It had been here since Erdong was born, but there was no dust or spider web on it.

Song Yue put the bead on the floor of the pavilion and climbed up on the floor. The coachman who followed him took a look at Er Dong.

Erdong moved the stairs to one side and slowly climbed up. When he got into the pavilion, he saw that song Yue had already walked to the coffin, covering his mouth and nose with a silk scarf in one hand, and walking around the coffin with the beads of lighting in the other.