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"What happened next?" The old Taoist priest asked curiously on the donkey cart, which was riding on the wheels.

Jin An and the old Taoist priest were sitting at the end of the donkey cart. There was a black coffin on the donkey cart, which was firmly fixed with thick hemp ropes. The person in charge of driving the donkey cart was an old man from the countryside with thick bones and dark skin.

Sitting there was a middle-aged man who was silent all the way and looked sad.

The middle-aged man also has a thick body and dark skin. At first glance, you can tell that he is a farmer who has faced the loess and turned his back to the sky all his life.

The donkey cart was walking on the dirt road to Xicai Village.

The old man waved the rope whip and continued to drive the donkey, and said: "The people in Xicai Village refused to tell what happened later. No one knows what happened in Xicai Village. As for the little old man, I know this little inside story, or because of Xicai Village.

The villagers of Cai Village accidentally said it when they were drunk."

Jin An, who was sitting at the end of the donkey cart with his back to the old man driving the donkey cart, turned around and looked at the black coffin on the donkey cart: "According to the method of death, there are five types of coffins. Red is used for funerals and funerals.

There are white coffins for unmarried men and women, yellow coffins for ordinary people, gold coffins for princes and nobles, and black coffins for those who have died violently and in vain... Old man, are you also going to Xicai Village to find a corpse stitcher to repair the body of the suffering master in the coffin?

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The old man was surprised: "The Taoist priest is very knowledgeable. This trip is indeed to Xicai Village to find a corpse stitcher."

This time it was the old Taoist priest who spoke: "I wonder how the donor in the coffin died. Does he need to find a corpse seamer to repair his body?"

The old man sighed: "The child sneaked into the village reservoir to swim in the summer for fun. He was dragged away by the water ghost and became a scapegoat, and he drowned."

"When the body was recovered, the head was missing. Everyone said it was eaten by the thousand-year-old fish king in the reservoir. The child's parents found me, the old man, and accompanied the child to Xicai Village."

The silent middle-aged man sitting next to the old man wiped tears from his eyes with sadness. He must be the biological father of the child who drowned.

"Supreme Taiyi Duhe Tianzun." Jin An and the old Taoist priest looked regretful.
Chapter completed!