I took the intelligence report: "Zhao Ci listed three people for me, the coffin maker, the stick fairy, and the corpse hunter. Who should I look for first?"

Lao Liu and Ye Yang compared the maps for a long time: one said he was looking for the corpse man, and the other wanted to look for the Stick Fairy.

But I put my hand on the map: "I think we should find a coffin maker first."

"The coffin maker Niu Bao corresponds to: the ditch that cannot be gotten out. The location of Yinshen ditch is exactly in the middle of a mountain and a tomb. I think we should start from here."

Ye Yang frowned and said, "Aren't you afraid that the three puzzles are related to each other?"

"One mountain, one ditch, and one tomb. They are clearly the horns of each other. If you hit the middle, it is easy for both sides to coordinate. At that time, we were one against three."

I waved my hand and said: "It's better to fight one against three than to be approached one by one. Besides, we have a lot of trouble behind us. Fighting both sides first is not a wise choice."

"Then come from the middle!" Ye Yang immediately understood what I meant: "We'll set off overnight!"

That night, Ye Yang and I walked out of Mengjiazhuang silently. By the time we arrived at the house of the coffin maker named Niu Bao, it was already late at night.

The door of Niu Bao's house was still open, and the first thing he saw when he stood at the door were eight coffins lying across the yard.

I don’t know how long the eight coffins had been in the yard. A thick layer of snow had fallen on them. From a distance, they looked like eight rectangular snowdrifts.

I walked to the coffin, swept away the snow on it, took a look at the coffin, and knew I was in the right place.

Zhao Ci's information said that the eight coffins of the Niu Bao family had been left in the yard for many years without anyone moving them. The traces of wind and rain on the coffins were enough to prove that this was the place I was looking for.

Entering the gate of Niu Bao's house is like walking into a coffin that has been buried for several years. The strange smell of rotting corpses and rotten wood is enough to make people unable to open their eyes.

The owner of this house just happened to be able to lie down in such a place and sleep soundly with a wine bottle in his arms.

I simply raised my hand and broke the glass of his house, allowing the north wind to flow into the house, which saved my nose.

The man lying on the kang didn't even open his eyes: "You broke my glass, you have to pay for it."

I walked to the fire bed and looked at the drunkard wearing only a yellow cotton-padded jacket: "Does it make any difference to you whether you have glass or not?"

People who have lived in rural areas in the Northeast know that bungalows in the Northeast have to burn a kang in the winter. Sleeping without a kang can really freeze people to death.

Not only did the man not light the fire bed, he didn't even have a quilt to cover him, and he was still sleeping in the room. This only shows that his internal strength has reached a level where he is not afraid of the cold or heat.

The man sat up from the kang: "Whether it's useful or not is my business, but if you break the glass you will definitely have to pay for it! Do you have any wine?"

I took out the wine bottle from my backpack and threw it over. The other party picked up the wine bottle and took a sip. He also took out a radish stick that had been there for an unknown age from under the pillow and bit off half of it before sighing with satisfaction: "

I don’t know how many years I haven’t had such a good wine. You don’t have to pay for the glass.”

I looked at the other person and said, "Are you Niu Bao?"

The other party drank wine and said: "That's me, but my family has stopped doing the coffin business for a long time. You can leave!"

I said with a half-smile, "I'm not here to make a coffin. I'm asking you to take me up the mountain and into the Yinshen ditch. You guys should call it the Dead Man's ditch, right?"

Niu Bao was stunned immediately, and his eyes, which were still dull at first, suddenly flashed coldly: "Who are you?"

"People who are risking their lives!" I sat opposite Niu Bao and said, "I heard that there was a man in your village who mined into the Dead Man's Trench. It was your father who saved the man's life, but he also lost his own life."

"I came here just to go into the Dead Man's Trench. I have some things to do. Can you take me in?"

Niu Bao picked up the wine bottle and poured two gulps into his mouth: "Do you know why the eight coffins outside have not been moved?"

When I turned my head to look at the coffins outside, a gust of north wind blew up in the yard for some reason. The noisy north wind seemed to lift those coffins on purpose, blowing away the snow on the coffins in the blink of an eye.

, revealing eight dark coffin lids.

Niu Bao looked out the window and said, "That's because they are watching me, and they won't let me go anywhere! As long as I walk out of this house, they will block my way. Tell me, where can I go with you?"

"Our Lao Niu family has been making coffins for several lifetimes, but when we arrived, we made a damn living coffin for future generations."

Niu Bao looked at me and chuckled: "When you came in, did you smell the smell in this room? Don't you think about it, can a place where living people live smell like the dead?"

"I'm afraid I'll die here for several years!"

Niu Bao poured wine into his mouth again as he spoke.

I lit a pipe: "You are a living person, and I dare to talk to you. You are a dead person, and I dare to chat with you. What I am asking now is, do you dare to go out with me?"

Niu Bao pointed to the place where I was sitting: "Open the Kang mat, and there is a dead person underneath. I have been afraid to see if that person is me? Please help me figure out whether I am dead or alive, and I will follow
Chapter completed!