C12 Living Dead

CHAPTER TWELVE The Living Dead

Shenzheng of Tibetan Scriptures from one to four, Shan Scriptures from two to three

Jiao Dahu swallowed his saliva and walked over to Jing Mo, his eyes still staring at the coffin in the hut, his mouth pressing against Jing Mo's ear, he asked: "Wood, why is there a coffin in your house? Is there a dead person in the coffin? "

Jing Mo's mind was also a mess, "This is also my first time here — —"

Why would there be such a coffin in the rear courtyard of the first stage of Jing Family's Mansion, Jing Mo naturally could not explain it.

Zhou Sen moved closer to Jiao Dahu and his sister, and asked softly: Why don't we go? I always felt that this place was a bit eerie. "

Jiao Dahu looked at the stone: "Stone, what do we do?"

Shitou looked at the coffin and asked solemnly, "What are you afraid of? Wasn't it just a coffin? Don't you know that some old people prepare a coffin for themselves in advance? In the past, many emperors who had just ascended the throne were already able to build an imperial mausoleum. It was the same for this old man from the countryside to prepare coffins for them. "

Jiao Dahu and Zhou Sen blinked their eyes, as if they understood what he was saying.

This Jiao Dahu bullied male and female students in school everyday, where would he read idle books? Naturally, he did not know anything about these random things.

Zhou Sen, on the other hand, was Jiao Dahu's follower, and also a young man who didn't know anything.

Jing Mo, Zhou Sen and the other two felt that what Stone said made sense, and the fear towards the coffin lessened.

Jiao Dahu grew courageous, naturally, he unrestrainedly walked over to the coffin, looked it up and down, and laughed: "Wood, your coffin is so thick, and so big, it must be for your grandfather."

Jing Mo glared at him, but thinking back to what the stone had said just now, that coffin might really have been prepared beforehand by his grandfather, he could not refute what Jiao Dahu had said.

Jiao Dahu did not have any fear towards Jing Mo, after saying that sentence, he walked around the three rooms twice, but he did not manage to get anything, and then went back to the living room. Looking at the coffin, Jiao Dahu's eyes slowly lit up.

He then laughed, "Wood, your grandfather is still alive. If that's the case, then this coffin might contain some treasure." Without waiting for Jing Mo to agree, he gave a look to Zhou Sen. Zhou Sen understood and walked to the side of the coffin, standing on his tiptoes, his arm just enough to reach the coffin lid.

Jiao Dahu then walked to the other side of the coffin, and reached out to grab the other side of the coffin lid. Both of them exerted force at the same time, and actually wanted to open the coffin lid.

Jing Mo was anxious, he was about to stop them, but when he saw Jiao Dahu and Zhou Sen's faces turn red, the two of them tried their best to stop him, but the coffin remained unmoving.

Jing Mo could not hold back his laughter.

Jiao Dahu and Zhou Sen let go of each other, their faces full of awkwardness.

Jiao Dahu could not help but kick the coffin with all his might, and cursed: "So f * cking heavy. What lousy wood is this? "

Shi Yan's eyes lit up. He walked up to the coffin and pressed both hands on the top of it. He pushed the coffin to the side and moved it half a foot.

The stone could not help but slightly change its expression as it looked at the source of the voice.

Jing Mo wanted to stop him but it was already too late.

Jiao Dahu and Zhou Sen had seen how the stone had pushed with all its strength, and actually pushed the thick coffin lid half a foot away.

The coffin lid that had been unable to be opened by the combined strength of the two of them a moment ago was pushed open by the stone. But when he saw the strange expression on the stone face, Jiao Dahu immediately thought: Could it be that there is something hidden inside the coffin?

Jiao Dahu immediately rushed over. Unwilling to be left behind, Zhou Sen also followed behind.

The two scuttled to the coffin. Borrowing the sunlight from outside the door, they saw an old man in his sixties wearing a grey robe lying inside the coffin.

The old man's cheekbones were puffed out and his eyes were closed. His face was covered in dust and he looked like a dead man.

Jiao Dahu and Zhou Sen were so scared that their legs became weak, unable to move.

When Jing Mo saw Jiao Dahu, both of their bodies shivered. They looked extremely afraid, but they felt strange in their hearts, as the unhappiness they had felt from opening the coffin on their own accord had disappeared, and they walked over curiously.

Arriving in front of the coffin, Jing Mo saw the old man inside and his expression changed drastically as he cried out: "Grandfather!"

Stone was stunned, he turned his head and asked, "This is your grandfather? Why is your grandfather here? "

Jing Mo's entire body was ice-cold, he stood blankly in front of the coffin, he did not know what was going on. A few days ago when he went out, his grandfather hadn't come back. How did he become a cold corpse lying motionlessly in this coffin?

He did not hear a word of Rock's question just now.

Jing Mo looked at his grandfather's corpse inside the coffin — That's right, the long and slender scar on his grandfather's face was something that he had accidentally clawed out of when he was young.

That scar was extremely thin and faint. If one did not look carefully, they would not be able to see it. Grandfather didn't hit him that time either. He simply stuck a bandage on it.

But how could his grandfather have died?

How could Grandpa die just like that?

Jing Mo's mind was in a mess, he didn't know what to do. He suddenly remembered that his grandmother was still playing mahjong. He had to quickly tell her about the thunderbolt.

Jing Mo turned and rushed out, at the moment, he did not have the time to care about Jiao Dahu, Zhou Sen and Shi Yan.

When he finally found her, gasping for breath and with tears in his eyes, Old Lady Jing was just about to give him the card. Jing Mo said to his grandma in tears: "Grandma, grandpa is dead."

Old Lady Jing was so frightened that she quickly stood up: "Stop bullshitting, what happened to your grandfather?"

Jing Mo choked with sobs as he told his grandmother about what happened.

After Grandma heard this, there was a look of doubt and doubt on her face. She told Jing Mo: "That coffin was bought by your grandfather half a month ago.

Jing Mo anxiously pulled her grandmother's hand: "You will know if you come with me to take a look."

The three playmates who were playing cards with Old Lady Jing also said in unison: "Old Lady Jing, go home with your grandson and see what's going on."

The three card friends all giggled as they looked at Jing Mo. In their hearts, these three card friends also didn't believe that Jing Laotou would suddenly die.

The Old Lady Jing had no choice but to bring Jing Mo and rush back home. When he arrived at the Jing Family's Mansion door, he heard the door creak open, and Jing Laotou walked out from the door. Seeing the Old Lady Jing being silent, he frowned, and said unhappily: "Pathless, where did you go? I was just about to go and look for you guys, did your grandma go and play cards again? "

Old Lady Jing laughed as she turned to look at Jing Mo: "Look, I said your grandfather is fine right?"

The moment Jing Mo saw Jing Laotou, he was instantly stunned.

His mind was filled with the scene of his grandpa's corpse lying in that coffin. Yet, this grandfather of his was currently standing right in front of him. What was going on?

Jing Mo's eyes widened as he looked at Jing Laotou's face. He wanted to look for the thin scar that he had pulled out, the scar that Jing Mo had personally pulled out …