Chapter 211: Empty Coffin
Qian Pingan sat on the ground panting, rubbing his eyes vigorously, staring at the scene in disbelief, "I... Is there something wrong with my eyes?"
He said as he pushed Wang Shi beside him, feeling as if he were dreaming, "Brother Wang, what do you think?"
"I see...I see this coffin is empty."
Wang Shi took a deep breath, also feeling unbelievable. He shook his head and said, "You're not mistaken."
"This coffin is indeed empty."
The grave was decorated in such a weird way, with willow wood and talismans, but there was no ghost in the coffin, it was empty.
No……
It’s not right to say that it’s empty.
The servant boy's face turned pale. He pointed at the red wedding dress, swallowed silently, and said in a trembling voice, "My two lords... don't you think this dress is very creepy?"
The moonlight shines on the fiery red wedding dress.
The fabric of the wedding dress was rough and the embroidery on it was a mess, but for some reason, the servant felt that the wedding dress seemed to be glowing red under the moonlight.
"This... this looks even more weird!"
The servant closed his eyes and gave one last plea, "My two lords, it has come to this. Why don't we go back?"
go back?
Qian Ping'an and Wang Shi looked at each other.
It is definitely impossible to go back this time.
The two of them finally dug the grave and pushed the coffin away.
Now you plan to go back after only seeing the red wedding dress in the coffin?
So what were they wasting their time for all night?
Have nothing to do?
Neither Wang Shi nor Qian Pingan would allow this situation to happen.
Qian Pingan snorted and said, "If there really is a corpse in there, I really wouldn't dare to lie down in here all night."
"But there's only an ordinary wedding dress in here, and it doesn't look worth much at first glance. What's there to be afraid of?"
Wang Shi sneered and said nonchalantly, "You and I are both men, and we have strong yang energy."
"This ghost looks like a female ghost."
"If she's really afraid, she should be afraid of us."
Wang Shi and Qian Ping'an hit it off immediately and decided to lie in the coffin.
Both of them chose to ignore the advice of the servant.
even……
Wang Shi even warned Qian Ping'an's servant, "When you go back, keep your mouth shut. You must know what you should and shouldn't say."
"If I knew that this matter came from your mouth, even if your young master protected me, I would definitely find an opportunity to teach you a lesson."
The servant nodded tremblingly.
Now that things have come to this, what else can he say?
If I go back and complain, Mr. Qian will at most be angry and beat Qian Ping'an up.
Or they curse Wang Shi for leading Qian Pingan astray.
But in the final analysis, neither of these two young masters will receive any substantial punishment.
It's me...
The servant boy only felt that if he told the truth to Master Qian, he would be beaten up first for not giving the young master proper advice.
The servant closed his eyes and said resignedly, "My two lords, hurry up. If someone goes up the mountain by daybreak, we won't be able to leave."
The two of them listened to him and got into the coffin one after another.
…
"brute!"
"These two little bastards!"
Mr. Qian took out a dove-head cane from somewhere and hit the ground hard.
"Wang Shi isn't your master. If he tells you not to tell me, you're really not going to tell me?!"
Master Qian held a dove-shaped cane in his hand and raised his hand to hit the servant boy, but Su Tan stopped him. The servant boy subconsciously shrank back and cried, "I knew you would beat me to death whether I told you or not!"
"I would have kept quiet if I had known this earlier!"
Regardless of whether you speak or not, you will be beaten to death.
If you don't say it, you can still keep your breath, but you can go back and complain to the King of Hell.
Master Qian was so angry that he fell backwards and almost fainted, "You...you you you..."
Su Tan glanced at him with a cold look in his eyes. Master Qian immediately calmed down, put away the dove-head cane in his hand, glared at the servant, and then turned to look at Su Tan, smiling cautiously and saying, "Master Su..."
"I'm so sorry to have made you laugh."
"I……"
As he spoke, his eyes were red and filled with grief as he glanced at his stupid son who was lying unconscious on the bed with purple lips and no signs of waking up yet.
"Can my stupid son... still be saved?"
Mr. Qian covered his chest with his hands, fearing that he would hear bad news.
Su Tan didn't look at him again, but instead fixed his gaze on the servant. "Go on, tell me, did the two of them really encounter any strange things after lying in the coffin for a night?"
The servant was stunned.
After a moment, he pursed his lips, but his face suddenly turned pale, and he nodded tremblingly, "...Yes."
"Young Master and his companions made special marks when they went up the mountain. When they go down the mountain, they just need to follow the marks and they won't get lost."
"Can……"
But that day, Wang Shi and Qian Ping'an encountered a dilemma.
He actually walked around in the same place for half an hour.
It would be fine if I just wandered around for half an hour.
After stumbling and falling for a while, the two finally made it down the mountain.
But something even stranger happened later.
The book boy shuddered, still feeling frightened when he recalled the series of strange things he had encountered that day.
First, they passed by a few farmyards, which attracted the black dogs and roosters in the yards, and they kept barking at the two of them.
Later, Qian Ping'an inexplicably began to smell foul.
No matter how many clothes he put on, he still felt cold.
Charcoal basins were added one after another in the room.
But this winter was indeed much colder than previous ones.
Therefore, no one cared about the detail that Qian Ping'an was too afraid of the cold at first.
But later, a dead mouse inexplicably appeared in the house.
All the flowers I planted died inexplicably.
The cat that Qian Ping'an raised seemed to have only had time to look at its owner for a moment before it died on the day Qian Ping'an returned home.
When the book boy slept at night, he felt as if a pair of eyes were standing at the head of his bed staring at him, preventing him from sleeping peacefully all night.
He...he even suffers from sleep paralysis frequently these days.
The servant boy was about to cry, "I have been trying to persuade you not to act so recklessly, but you are being instigated by that young master surnamed Wang and you won't listen to me. What can I do?"
He said all sorts of good and bad things.
But Qian Ping An didn't listen to a word he said. People were more willing to believe Wang Shi than him.
Qian Shengcai raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows hard.
His voice was serious and a bit cold, as if it had been quenched with ice. "If I hadn't known that something had happened to the Wang family, I would have thought that this was all a setup by the Wang family."
"The Wang family is deliberately targeting us."
When these words came out, the servant was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously asked: "What happened to this young master Wang's family?"
Master Qian glanced at the servant and said, "Wang Shi broke his leg and is still lying in bed, unconscious, just like this little beast."
A few days ago, a fire broke out in the Wang family warehouse, causing serious damage.
Therefore, the Wang family was not on the list of yesterday’s perfect donation collection meeting.
After all, it would be somewhat unfair to take advantage of someone else's misfortune at this time.
Now that he knew the truth, Mr. Qian felt extremely upset.
The servant boy's face turned pale. "It must be...it must be...it must be a ghost!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his neck was tightly entangled by the long, thick hair.
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