Chapter 33 The coffin never walks at night

I stared at the empty bed with my eyes wide open, my eyes full of astonishment.

How could a living person like Hu Zi disappear without a reason? Moreover, even if he went out, Widow Wang would not be unaware of it, and Hu Zi had no reason to leave secretly without Widow Wang's knowledge.

And if he did not leave on his own, then there was only one possibility left, that is, he was taken away by the yellow-skinned man.

"These beasts are really haunting!" I cursed angrily, and then began to check the room.

But the strange thing is that there is no trace of the yellow-skinned man in the room. The yellow-skinned man has a strong smell, which is difficult to cover up. Even after a long time, you can still smell it.

But there is no other smell in the room except a faint smell of blood.

"The window seems to have been opened." Widow Wang suddenly said, and then opened the half-closed window. I walked over to take a look and found a footprint on the windowsill. Judging from the size, it should be left by Hu Zi.

"Did he jump out of the window by himself?" I was puzzled, wondering what kind of medicine Hu Zi was selling, and why did he leave secretly?

"Could it be that he was bewitched by the yellow-skinned man? But it doesn't seem like it. If he was bewitched, there should be evil spirits left in this room." I frowned, but then, my heart suddenly shook. 7K妏敩

Previously, when Hu Zi and I were going up the mountain, we met Liu Lao San, who stole corpses. At that time, Hu Zi was worried that Miao Cuicui wanted to go with us to see what was going on. At that time, I was in a hurry to bury Liu Lao Han, so I didn't let him go. Now I think, could it be that after Hu Zi woke up, he ran directly to Liu Lao San's house?

But why didn't he tell Widow Wang, but jumped out of the window and left?

"Qian Yu, Hu Zi won't go home, right?" Widow Wang stuck her head out of the window and looked in the direction of Hu Zi's house, and then said: "There is no light in Hu Zi's house, Hu Zi's grandmother should be resting, Qian Yu, how about we... go and see?"

"No need, I should have guessed where Hu Zi went." I shook my head and said.

"Where did he go?" Widow Wang looked at me with a puzzled look.

She had just taken a shower. Although her face was not made up, it was rosy and pretty, especially her long hair was still wet, with water drops dripping from it from time to time.

The water drops hit her ultra-thin pajamas, and with the window open, her pajamas swayed in the night breeze, making her tight and fair figure looming...

After seeing this scene, I swallowed my saliva subconsciously, then quickly turned away and whispered, "I'm just guessing, I can't be sure, I have to go and see first."

After I finished speaking, I turned around and left, but Widow Wang stopped me.

"Hey Qianyu, your wound hasn't healed yet. You can't move around for a long time, otherwise the wound will burst."

"It's okay, I'm in a strong body, this little injury is nothing." I cast a grateful look at her.

It is said that beautiful women are hard to approach, and most of them are extremely cold, but Widow Wang is particularly gentle and caring. To be honest, her gentleness has a great impact on me, who has just turned 18 and is in love for the first time. For women at this age, who are full of infinite fantasies,

"Tsk." Widow Wang looked me up and down with a playful smile on her face, and finally fixed her eyes on my abdominal muscles, and said with a smile: "Is it really strong?"

"Uh, hehe, hehe..." I smiled awkwardly, thinking, what does she mean, is she... driving?

"Wait a minute, I'll find you a piece of clothing." Widow Wang said with a smile, and then she tiptoed out of the bedroom. I followed her out and saw Widow Wang rummaging in the closet. Finally, she took out a short-sleeved shirt and handed it to me, saying, "Here, try it on to see if it fits you."

I took the short-sleeved shirt and put it on. The size was just right, as if it was tailor-made for me.

I thought to myself, although Widow Wang's man is about the same height as me, more than 1.8 meters tall, he is particularly thin, like a bamboo pole. This piece of clothing is obviously a bit larger. How could he buy such a large size of clothing?

"Could it be that Widow Wang prepared it specifically for me?" I was shocked by my own weird thoughts, and then shook my head, thinking to myself, Zhang Qianyu, why are you so narcissistic? How could Widow Wang buy clothes for you?

But this weird idea is not without basis. That photo is the best proof.

Through that photo, I guessed that something must have happened to me that I didn't know about. And Widow Wang didn't seem as simple as she looked, especially... the scene where she licked the bottom of the bottle just now. No matter how you look at it, she doesn't look like an ordinary person.

I glanced at Widow Wang and saw that she was looking me up and down. I opened my mouth and wanted to ask her directly about the photo, but in the end, I suppressed this idea.

First of all, this matter is too weird. Before I understand the whole story, it's better not to make a fuss. Secondly, since Widow Wang did it behind my back, it is obvious that she doesn't want me to know.

In this case, it would be useless to ask, and it would also cause an awkward atmosphere. It would be better to wait for my master to come back and ask him directly.

I heaved a sigh of relief when I thought of this, and then said, "Thank you, Auntie Wang. I'll go first and return the clothes tomorrow."

"Still calling you Auntie Wang?" She rolled her eyes at me with a smile. Oh

my God!

This look from her finally made me understand what it means to be charming and what it means to be tender and charming.

This look made me so excited that my bones were about to soften!

I laughed dryly and said, "Wang, Sister Wang."

"Well, that's more like it. Remember, you have to call me like this in the future. If you call me Auntie Wang again, be careful or I'll hit you..." After she finished speaking, she raised her fist at me.

But her little fist was too white and tender. Being hit by such a pink fist should be considered a kind of enjoyment, right?

"Go quickly." Seeing my embarrassed face, she pushed me. I nodded and ran out of the house.

When the door closed, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

This woman is really a seductive little goblin. I have learned martial arts and talismans since I was a child, and I think my self-control is pretty good. But even so, after just a short time together, I was already itching in my heart because of the arousal of Widow Wang. If it were an ordinary person, I would have committed a crime long ago.

I shook my head and threw away all the weird thoughts in my mind. Then I quickened my pace, walked out of the yard, and went straight to Liu Laohan's house.

However, just when I walked out of the yard, I suddenly heard the sound of "driving", and along with it, there were also the sounds of horse hooves and wheels rolling.

I turned around and saw a horse-drawn carriage heading towards Widow Wang's house in the night.

In the moonlight, I saw that the driver was an old man in his sixties. He was driving the carriage with a whip in one hand and smoking a cigarette pot in the other.

The fire from the cigarette pot made his face look uncertain. His cold eyes looked like a murderous knife in the silent night. On his face, there was a very hideous scar. The scar extended from the corner of his left eye to the right side of his face, as if a centipede was lying on his face. It looked extremely scary.

"Liu Quezi? Why is he rushing so late?" I frowned. Liu Quezi is Liu Laohan's cousin. When he was young, he worked as an apprentice to a carpenter for a while, but he didn't learn any skills. In addition, because he was a farmer and had never seen the world, the furniture he made was not only of poor quality, but also out of date in shape. Later, he simply changed his career and became a coffin maker, making coffins for a living.

At this moment, I saw that Liu Quezi's carriage was covered with black cloth. It was not difficult to judge from the shape of the black cloth that he was pulling a coffin.

"What is he doing with a coffin in the middle of the night? Is he delivering a funeral article? But... who is crazy to ask someone to deliver a coffin in the middle of the night?"

There is a rule in the funeral article business, that is, coffins cannot

be carried around at night. This means that an empty coffin without an owner cannot be dragged around at night.

There are too many lonely ghosts in this world, they wander in the world of the living, because they are unwilling to report to the underworld, they cannot enter the cycle of reincarnation, and they cannot be reborn.

They are like rootless duckweed, with no place to stay. If they see an empty coffin without an owner, they will swarm to it, wanting to lie down in it, take the coffin for themselves, and make it their own grave.

Even if the person who ordered the coffin didn't know the rules, Liu Quezi had been a coffin maker all his life and would never dare to break the rules easily. But if that was the case, why did he take the risk and drag the coffin around in the middle of the night?

At this time, I heard a "cry", and Liu Quezi pulled the reins and stopped the carriage at the door of Widow Wang's house, then turned around and looked at me with a gloomy face.