Chapter 241： Sounds coming from the cemetery

According to the bald brother, the situation that night was like this -

Next to the abandoned factory building, there was a very small room, which was originally a small kitchen. Later, after the factory building was abandoned, the kitchen was demolished and the room became empty.

This small kitchen is not large enough to accommodate a coffin, so it was simply left empty and the coffin keeper placed a single folding bed in it for easy resting.

It can be said that this small kitchen is where the bald brother works and stays at night.

Since he kept vigil there and installed cameras in the abandoned factory, there have been very few bold people coming to steal the coffin.

When he has nothing to do, the bald brother will give himself a stack of peanuts, two ounces of wine, and sit in a small house, eating and drinking while playing on his mobile phone.

That night, he did the same thing as before.

But he didn’t know why. After a while, his vision became blurry and his mind was not very clear. It was as if there was a voice in his ear telling him to go to the cemetery.

That voice was ethereal and resentful, as if it came from the sky or from the ground, like a dream.

He was dazed, so he went out with a flashlight and came to the cemetery. Suddenly a gust of wind blew by, and he woke up with a jolt all over his body.

At that time, he didn’t even know why he came to the cemetery. He thought he was drunk and lost his mind.

But soon, he heard the sound of musical instruments——

At first, the gong opened the way, then the drums followed, and then the suona sounded. The tune sounded very festive, but it also made people feel chilling.

The bald brother was almost scared to death at that time.

These days, there is definitely no one playing music outside in the middle of the night, so at first he thought there was someone around showing some video of playing and singing.

But he followed the source of the sound and didn't see even a single figure, but found that the sound came clearly from deep underground.

At that moment, he was so frightened that he didn’t care to find out what the sound was, so he ran away in a fit of **** and staggered out of the cemetery.

After returning to the small room, he hid on the bed, covered with a quilt, and fell asleep quickly with the help of the remaining alcohol, and even had a dream.

He dreamed that he was wearing clothes from hundreds of years ago, dressing up like a country gentleman, and bringing gifts to a friend's house for a banquet. In order to entertain the guests, the friend specially found a troupe to perform a shadow puppet show.

The background music of the shadow puppet show was exactly the same as what he heard in the cemetery.

Speaking of this, the bald brother wiped his face:

“Qingzhu Immortal Lord, you have to believe me, I definitely remember it correctly.”

“At first I may have thought that I was drunk and hallucinating, but then I thought about it, it was only two ounces of wine. I had drunk it several times before, and I was not drunk at all.”

“And that feeling was so real, so real that I suddenly thought that I was really a rich country gentleman..."

The story of the bald brother is over.

In fact, the cause was not complicated, but what was strange was the sound of musical instruments coming from the bottom of the cemetery, and the highly realistic dream he had later.

The audience in the live broadcast room were guessing what was going on:

—Definitely not drunk, definitely not hallucinating, definitely encountering a ghost.

—But what is that ghost picture? Invite brother to watch a show?

—This eldest brother is also quite funny. Call him brave. He told a story about how he was scared to death. Call him timid. He dared to live alone in an abandoned factory and guard the coffin...

—Stop the quarrel and listen to what Qingzhu Immortal has to say.

…

Pei Anzhu did not give a conclusion immediately. Instead, he looked at the bald brother and asked:

"Where are you now? Is it far from the abandoned factory you mentioned? Can you go over there and let me see the confiscated coffins in the village?"

When the bald brother heard this, he nodded hurriedly:

"It's not far, only two kilometers away. I'll go there now." After saying this, the bald man walked out with his mobile phone, chatting to everyone as he walked:

“Actually, after I was frightened that night, I told the village cadres about it the next day, but they all said that I was drunk and confused.”

“No matter how I explain it, no one believes that something strange happened to me that night.”

“No, for several days, when I went to the abandoned factory to guard the coffin at night, I was very nervous. I used to drink some wine and take a nap, but now I don’t dare to close my eyes at all..."

Everyone in the live broadcast room listened to his words and watched the scenery on the roadside flash by on the screen of his mobile phone, and they were all curious about what was going on.

The bald brother walked quickly, and he arrived at the gate of the abandoned factory in about fifteen minutes.

Immediately afterwards, he switched the camera on his mobile phone to the rear camera and took pictures facing the front——

The abandoned factory building is as big as an entire football field. The doors and windows have long been removed, and you can clearly see the densely packed coffins inside.

Stacked up from the bottom, one layer after another, there are thousands of pairs.

Even a plastic shed was set up in the open space outside the factory, and the coffins that couldn't be piled inside were placed outside. It looked very shocking.

Most of these coffins only come in two colors.

One has been painted with black paint, which is considered to have been made and can be used directly; the other is original wood color, which is only made in the shape of a coffin, but has not been polished or painted. Completely completed.

Two coffins of different colors are stacked separately and neatly.

There is only one exception.

That's on the left side of the abandoned factory building. Among the densely packed black coffins, there is a big red coffin mixed in.

This coffin is very strange. It is twice the size of an ordinary coffin and is painted red.

The color of the red paint is not bright, but rather red with black, as if it was dyed after being soaked in blood for many years.

The coffin is carved with complicated patterns from all directions, but because of the imperfect angle, it is not clear what the patterns represent.

At first glance, I just thought it was dark and weird.

There was also a lot of discussion on the barrage:

—How strange is it that there is a coffin of this color?

—Oh my God, it’s terrible. The bald man is so brave. If I were to sleep alone in a place like this at night, I wouldn’t do it no matter how much money I was given.

—Is there something wrong with the red coffin? I feel dizzy after looking at it for a long time. Don’t you feel the same way?

—Similarly dizzy, I thought it was my own problem!

—This thing is definitely not a good thing!

…

The bald brother also saw the red coffin. He stared at it for a while, swayed, and shook his head. He seemed a little dizzy.

Seeing this, Pei Anzhu quickly ran the Qingxin Sutra and called him:

“Brother, get out, stop looking, I already know what happened to you.”

The bald brother suddenly woke up and ran out of the factory, staying far away:

“Qingzhu Immortal Lord, what’s wrong with me?”

Pei Anzhu paused and explained:

“There’s something wrong with this red coffin. It shouldn’t have been made by a family in your village. It should have been dug out somewhere.”

“The pattern on the coffin is a formation, connected to the tomb where it was originally located. To a certain extent, it will control people’s minds and drive people to send it back to where it belongs.”

“The specifics cannot be explained clearly in one or two sentences in the live broadcast room. Send me your location and I will come and handle it myself. After all, there is indeed something under the cemetery you mentioned.”