Coffin (2)

ile, he seemed to release a breath of air, relaxing his tense shoulders and spoke slowly: "She was wrong too many times, and I couldn't save her... She gambled everything, trying to use you to threate...The village official was so scared that he collapsed to the ground. Just as he was about to scream, my brother covered his mouth.

My brother laughed and said, "She wouldn't leave. The coffin ropes broke several times. She wants you to send her off on her final journey. Go on, comfort her well."

"I'm not going! She'll kill me, I dreamed about her that day, and when I woke up I found myself holding a pillow over my face!" he growled in a hoarse voice.

The mine owner's face was twisted in anguish when he saw that it was a village official from his own mine!

He wanted to rush up and beat this village official, but he didn't have the guts. After all, his mine was still within his jurisdiction.

"Don't be afraid, with us here, she must want to talk to you that's why she's being honest and staying here. Otherwise, she would have flown away to find you ages ago. You wouldn't even be able to make it here safely," my brother said with a mischievous grin. "Go on then, experience what it's like having a ghost as your wife."

The muffled thumps from inside the coffin were startlingly clear in the night. The village official walked to the vermilion lacquered coffin and knelt down, muttering apologies.

I'm a little nervous, ready to subdue any evil spirits at any moment. If that ghost tries to harm people or possess someone, I'll capture it.

My brother, more composed than me, said: "A little girl's thoughts are easy to guess. She just wants to love desperately, and only after she really dies does she realize she doesn't understand what love truly is."

"...You get it" I looked at my brother, this bachelor who lived life on his own terms. What could he possibly say about love

My brother glared at me. "I know better than you."

The light rustling in the coffin ceased, and the female ghost gradually materialized into a shape. The man couldn't see her, but he cried and complained that she was too capricious, capriciously conceiving a life and capriciously ending two lives.

The female ghost silently listened to his words, and finally bowed her head and reached out with both hands towards the man.

With a flick of my finger, I wanted to cast a spell.

My brother stepped in front of me, shaking his head. "It doesn't seem like they wanted to hurt him…"

The female ghost seemed to want to reach out and embrace him, but there's a gulf between humans and ghosts; they could never again have a full embrace.

Her hand passed through the man's shoulder, and the man shuddered, jolting.

He seemed to feel something on him, and he trembled with fear, looking at us with terror.

My brother stepped forward: "Little girl, if you have anything you want to ask, I'll help you translate. Let's go early, it's almost dawn."

The female ghost shook her head and floated into the vermilion lacquer coffin, she suddenly smiled.

The wronged spirit laughed, a truly terrifying sight. My brother had already secretly pulled out his talisman.

"I want to ask him, dare he take another look at me When I was naked, he didn't even dare to look. Now that I'm about to be buried, if he doesn't look... then I can only appear in his dreams..." The ghost said with a laugh.

After that, there was a faint thudding sound again from inside the coffin.

It's her who's causing trouble. She's been gone for so many days, and resentment is filling this little coffin. It's even a lacquered coffin—I don't know what kind of folk custom uses this thing to ward off evil spirits. Even if there really is such a method, there should be special considerations, right Using it haphazardly would only make things worse, wouldn't it

Then the ghost suddenly looked at me, giving me a ghostly smile.

What is she looking at me for Trying to scheme against me

Don't even talk about a ghost who just died recently, even if ten or eight more came, I wouldn't be afraid.

"Thank you," she said to me. "My last wish is that he could see me again."

My brother frowned and asked, "What do you mean Are we opening the coffin"

A strange smile spread across the female ghost's face: "I want him to do it himself... As long as he looks at me once more, I will be satisfied..."

What kind of request is this, he's such a willful person.

The slight noises coming from inside the coffin made us nervous. We couldn't afford to bury someone incorrectly, and it turned out the body had already decomposed. If we didn't handle this properly, something terrible would happen sooner or later, and it would be our fault.

"Get the tools." My brother called out to the mine owner.

The mine owner immediately brought over two iron hammers. My brother tossed one next to the man: "Get up and do it yourself! You were quick to take off your pants, but now you're scared Get up!"

That man trembled and stumbled before he could stand up. My brother and I each held an iron hammer, and we pulled the long nails out of the coffin boards.

Actually, it was my brother who did it. That guy couldn't even hold an iron hammer.

When he pried open the coffin lid, my brother grimaced, trying to avoid the stench of decay. The man just stood there, dumbfounded.

He was shaking all over, I've never seen anyone shake like that.

His tears, snot, and drool were all flowing, he even wet himself, with urine trickling down his leg.

My brother stood rigidly by the coffin, his expression more serious than I had ever seen.

He took out two talismans for the deceased and chanted beside the coffin.

The yellow amulet was engulfed in flames, a wisp of blue smoke and a few strands of ash dissipating into the night.

The woman ghost's shrill laugh rang out, making my scalp tingle.

"Aha ha ha ha… I want him to see me with his own eyes… Ha ha… I don't believe he'll ever be able to get it up again, or have children with other women… hahahahaha…"

The laughter faded into the night wind along with my brother's incantation.

I felt the surrounding ghostly energy dissipate, and I was inexplicably parched. I swallowed hard, my voice trembling as I asked, "Brother... what's wrong"

He was facing away from me, seemingly not hearing my question.

"Brother" I took two steps forward. Inside the coffin, wasn't it just a decaying corpse

Even if it's a small coffin and the body is a bit deformed, it's not that scary, right

I've seen some awful things in the morgue before, that corpse wasn't even that bad. What else is there left to shock me

"Bro, why aren't you answering me" I said with a hint of reproach.

My brother turned his head and glanced at me, a strained smile playing on his lips: “It’s nothing, Qiao. Don’t come over here, it’s disgusting. The stench of death is overwhelming.”

The man standing opposite him had been frightened out of his wits. He suddenly twitched, foamed at the mouth, and muttered: "Dead... dead... even in death..."

Also Also what

His eyes rolled back, and he passed out completely.

The mine owner and his wife hesitated before walking over and glancing inside. They were so frightened that they fainted.

There were only my brother and I left in the whole yard.

He pulled out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and lit it with a lighter.

"Bro!" I'm completely done now: "You promised you quit smoking! You actually did!"

He took a bite of his cigarette, turned to me and smiled: "… Just one bite, let me play the part. At least I've broadened my horizons."

Just as I was about to go up to him, he shouted in a harsh voice, “Say it again, don’t come any closer!”

I was taken aback by his tone. What's wrong with him

" ... Then I'm not going. You come over, you stand there, I think it's so scary..." I forced my heart to beat slower.

He snuffed out his cigarette, bent down to pick up the hammer, and prepared to nail the coffin lid shut again.

I tiptoed, trying to sneak a peek inside.

I only just caught a glimpse of it——

A sudden wave of freezing cold washed over me, and an icy hand clamped onto the back of my neck.

Jiang Qiyun appeared before me, his chest blocking my entire view. That long-lost dangerous and icy tone echoed above my head—

"...How much longer do you want me to wait, huh"

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Let me know if you'd like me to translate anything else!nt. Whether one is a monk, a Taoist priest, or a lay person, as long as they are devoted to their practice, their "spiritual platform" will indeed be different from others.Here, "lingtai" refers to a...