Zombieland: I am a Coffinmaker

Chapter 1 Woodcutter, send ghosts!
Xinhai year.

The tenth day of the seventh lunar month.

Late at night, midnight.

The moon and stars are thin, and all things fall into deep sleep.

Renjia Town.

749 North Street.

Yin Yang Shouling Pavilion.

In the hall, sat a refined young man.

His name is Su Muchen, and he is the owner of the Longevity Hall.

I came to Renjia Town two years ago, and opened this "coffin shop" with the support of my brother Jiu Shu.

The business is neither good nor bad, and it is still passable.

Different from other "coffin shop" business models, he is not only open during the day, but also open at night.

There are no servants, only he manages it.

No one knows why he opened the door at night, only that "Shou Ling Guan" was like this at the beginning of its opening.

The owner of the shop, Su Muchen, is a handsome, cheerful young man, without the gloomy feeling of the owner of the coffin shop.

Except for those who knew him well, no one would think that he was the owner of the coffin shop.

At this moment, he was sitting in the spacious lobby of the Shouling Hall, holding a scroll of simple bamboo slips, and tirelessly looking at it.

From time to time, he will say two mysterious words, such as "the wood magpie enters the netherworld, the craftsman's stage name", "when the heaven and earth yang and yang begin, the disciple ordered the birthday beam today..." and so on.

woo~
Suddenly!

A "cool wind" blew into the hall, and Su Muchen couldn't help raising his brows due to the bone-piercing coolness.

Tilting his head slightly, he glanced at the door.

His eyes turned cold, and he shouted violently:
"Get out~"

The sound was as loud as a bell, and the trembling air trembled!
"what…"

The shrill screams sounded in vain, sharp and ear-piercing.

A phantom black shadow manifested from the air, and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

"Ah You……"

The black shadow screamed, turned into a ball of black energy, and rushed out of the door with lightning speed.

Su Muchen pouted contemptuously:
"What kind of cattle and horses dare to come here to play wild with me!"

Withdrawing his gaze, he continued to read the ancient slips.

As time passed by, Su Muchen had no intention of closing the shop, and was still reading the bamboo slips in his hand.

Suddenly!

There was a strange sound of footsteps.

Tread~

Tread~

step, step, step
The sound of light and heavy footsteps, from vague to clear, from clear to disappearing, lasted only a few seconds.

If you don't pay attention, you will think it is an auditory hallucination.

"Whoo~"

Su Muchen let out a foul breath, slowly put down the ancient slips, and looked up at the door.

An old man in a brown gown, not tall, with a slightly stooped back appeared in his line of sight.

"Mister, do you want to make birthday materials, or do you want to buy a coffin?!

For birthday materials, you need to bring your own wood, which I do not provide;

If you want to buy a coffin, I have coffins made of materials such as poplar, cypress, pine, nan, willow, and tung.

Guaranteed quality and quantity, delivery at any time;
I also have coffins made of stone, copper, gold, iron, etc., and they need to be booked three days in advance.

If you need it urgently, it is recommended to choose coffins made of poplar, willow, pine and other materials.

No need to wait, you can pick it up at any time..."

Su Muchen skillfully introduces the products in the store, which is a habit he has developed in the past two years.

Whenever a "customer" comes into the store, he will tell the story.

One is to reflect his professionalism;
The second is to ask customers about their needs and pave the way for the next step of sales.

The old man shook his head: "I misunderstood, young man, this old man just wants to ask for a cup of hot water..." The voice was very weird, like a drake sound made by pinching his throat, which sounded very uncomfortable.

Su Muchen nodded: "This is a guest, please come in!" After speaking, he got up and walked to the stove in the north corner of the hall, picked up the steaming kettle, and returned to his original position.

He turned over a tea bowl on the tea table, poured half a bowl of boiled water, gently pushed it in front of the old man, and said:

"The conditions are limited, don't dislike it!" After finishing speaking, he put down the teapot and signaled the old man to use it slowly.

The old man quickly thanked: "A bowl of hot water is enough..." After speaking, he moved the tea bowl forward.

"Hi~"

The old man took a deep breath like smoking, and the white water mist rising from the tea bowl immediately turned into a white smoke column, which penetrated straight into the nasal cavity.

"Comfortable!"

After half an hour.

The old man admired with enjoyment.

Su Muchen smiled, pointed to the kettle on the ground, and said, "If it's not enough, add more."

"No! I've drunk enough!"

The old man shook his head and sighed, "Young man, you are so kind!
Along the way, Lao Chan asked for water from many people, but was either ignored or rejected.

Only you let the old man come in to rest his feet and give him water to drink, really..."

"pretty?!"

Su Muchen looked strange, then smiled self-deprecatingly: "Maybe!"

Picking up the wooden block and carving knife on the tea table, he asked while carving:

"Old man, where are you calling? Where are you going?!"

The old man looked at Su Muchen's movements curiously: "Come to Rehe, I'm going to visit my hometown in Southern Xinjiang..."

Su Muchen said: "Rehe is not close to southern Xinjiang, it won't take ten days and half a month!
Old man, how many days have you been away? "

"It's been two days!" The old man sighed, "The world is chaotic and banditry is rampant. I don't dare to walk during the day, so I can only drive at night. My pace is much slower..."

"Yeah!" Su Muchen nodded, "The world is indeed chaotic!"

This period was the most turbulent period in modern China. The court was dark and incompetent, the society was turbulent, and the people were displaced...

It is most appropriate to describe it as cannibalism!
Such years lasted for decades.

Nowadays, troubled times have just begun, and it would be strange if the world is not in chaos.

The old man looked at the teacup in front of him, his dark face darkened, and he sighed:

"It's a good world, it changes as soon as it is said, it's really hard for us people!" Then he shook his head: "Oh, I feel emotional again!"

He looked up at Su Muchen, and found that the wooden block in Su Muchen's hand had turned into a wooden magpie, with a look of surprise on his face.

In three to two minutes, carve a palm-sized wooden block into a wooden magpie.

This speed, this carver, is too fast!
"Crafter, that's great!" The old man sighed softly: "Young man, the atmosphere here is peaceful and peaceful, which is in sharp contrast with the outside, which is really rare!"

Su Muchen paused, shook his head and smiled: "There are many things that cannot be taken at face value!"

Su Muchen was right, he looked peaceful on the surface, but secretly he was turbulent.

The square boxes on the shelves on the east and west sides are not decorations, but pocket coffins.

Inside each coffin, ferocious evils are suppressed.

Once they escaped, it would definitely cause chaos in Renjia Town.

The old man said that he is peaceful here, but he can't see through it!
"Too!"

The old man also thought about it, many things should not be seen on the surface.

Just like him, he arrived in Renjia Town thousands of miles away in just two days, how could ordinary people do it.

Su Muchen pointed to the tea bowl in front of the old man, and asked, "Do you want more?"

The old man shook his head: "No, thank you!"

"Okay, if you don't need it, let's go!"

Su Muchen put down the sculpture in his hand, looked up at the old man, his eyes were very different, his words were cold, and said:
"People have their own way, ghosts have their way, yin and yang can't mess up the order,
Yangjian is not a place for you to stay, go to the underworld to report!Lest the soul fly away..."

The old man trembled, with a look of panic on his face.

"I forgot, you are the owner of the Longevity Hall, how can you not see through the identity of the old man?" The old man smiled bitterly: "Oh, the old man also wants to go to the underworld to report, but there is no extradition of the seducer, so there is no way to get in!"

"What's going on?!" Su Muchen frowned.

The old man sighed: "I don't know exactly what happened.

Five days ago, the old man died of old age and died at home, thinking that the ecstasy envoy came, and he went to the underworld to report with it, so as to strive for early reincarnation.

As a result, after waiting for three days, the seductress could not be seen.

Seeing that the first seven is approaching, the old man is anxious!

If it goes on like this, it will become a lonely ghost.

So, I came up with the idea of ​​going back to my hometown to find the land public for guidance.

However, the soul and body are too weak, and they will not stabilize after walking for two days.

As a last resort, I have no choice but to come here to ask for a glass of water and rest my feet..."

"Lu Yin? Tell me your home address and identity information, and I'll give you a road guide!"

Su Muchen smiled and said lightly.

The old man was surprised: "Can you guide Lu?"

"Xiao Daoer!" Su Muchen said calmly.

The old man was pleasantly surprised: "The little old man's name is Li Fugui, he is sixty-seventy this year, and he lives in Rehe City, No. 205 Minghu Street...

My hometown is Yunnan..."

After listening to Li Fugui's narration, Su Muchen took out a pen and paper from the second floor of the tea table, and began to write:
"Market

Qing Empire, Rehe Prefecture, Minghu Street, No. 205!
The old man Li Fugui passed away on July 7th of the lunar calendar in the Xinhai Year.

The deceased worked hard all his life to take care of the family, raised children, was kind, caring for the public and righteous, and had noble morals...

I respectfully ask the underworld to accept the dead. If there are strong gods, evil spirits, or lawbreakers blocking them, please send ghost messengers to deal with them in time...

There is evidence for the ghost, and the ticket is evidence.

Don't disobey the special instructions, hurry like a law! "

After writing, Su Muchen threw the "Market Ticket" in the air, swung his right arm, pointed his sword, and breathed out mana.

boom!
A muffled sound came out, and the "Market Ticket" spontaneously ignited.

A moment later, a cloud of ashes fell to the ground.

A brand new "betting ticket" appeared in Li Fugui's hand, and Su Muchen handed the wooden magpie to the old man, saying:

"This wooden magpie will lead you to the gate of hell!" After speaking, he bit his right index finger, and two drops of blood popped out.

The precision landed on the wooden magpie's eyes.

hum~
The wooden magpie was startled and turned into a ball of blue light and flew up.

"Quack quack..."

The resounding magpie chirping came out from the blue light, which was extremely crisp.

"This"

The old man stared wide-eyed, unable to believe the scene in front of him.

He traveled around for decades during his lifetime and saw a lot of strange and weird things.

This was the first time he had seen such a scene.

"Take a good guide, follow it, and you will be able to reach the gate of hell when you are ugly.

remember…

Don't look back on the road of the dead, step through the ghost gate and divide the two realms.

Take a walk on the Naihe Bridge and Wangxiang Terrace on the Wangchuan River.

Looking back on the past and the past, judge your merits and demerits in front of a judge!
Don't be nostalgic for many years, and it has been a hundred years since I returned to the world. "

"Old man Li Fugui, thank you Mr. Xiao for his kindness in recreating!"

The old man bowed to Su Muchen and said solemnly.

Afterwards, he took out a delicate jade pendant from his waist, handed it to Su Muchen, and said, "This is the favorite thing of the old man, and it has the effect of calming the mind and nourishing the body.

Today, the right is given to Mr. Xiao as a thank-you gift, and I hope Mr. Xiao will not refuse! "

After finishing speaking, he thanked Su Muchen again, then walked out of the Longevity Hall without looking back, and walked towards the southwest road following the gleaming wooden magpie.

After a while, it disappeared into the vast darkness.

"Ha ha…"

Su Muchen clutched the jade pendant, feeling the coolness coming from it, smiled and lay back on the rocking chair, sighed: "An unexpected harvest!" After speaking, he glanced at the completely cold tea bowl, and said with a smile:
"People light candles, gods smell the incense, ghosts eat the gas...

True! "
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Ps: ask for tickets
(End of this chapter)