Chapter 64: The Coffin's Old Weakness

  The coffin maker stopped drinking and stared at me with a strange expression: "You have a feud with the Soul- leading Lady"

  I shook my head slightly: "Nothing, drink your wine."

  This vengeful woman, I will definitely not let her go. But I know that with my current strength, there is no way to contend with her. What I need to do now is, first, to work hard to improve myself, and second, to find a way to uncover her secrets.

  He saw the coffin and still asked, I shook my head at him and said it was really nothing. He looked at me with a strange expression, and really started drinking. After he took two sips, I asked again: "Do you know the Water Ghost Granny?"

  As soon as the words "Water Ghost Granny" were spoken, Coffin Old's face suddenly changed: "You're talking about that Water Ghost Granny who was despised by everyone and hated to the point of wanting to tear her into ten thousand pieces?"

  I was stunned for a moment, I didn't expect Coffin Old Man to scold so fiercely. So I said: "What's going on, do you know this Water Ghost Granny?"

  The coffin maker said: "It's not just acquaintance, it's simply irreconcilable."

  "Chat"

  The old man lifted a cup of wine, drank it in one gulp, and then said: "This Water Ghost Granny is an evil person from our side, has done many evil deeds, specializes in stealing chickens and dogs to harm some young children. My son almost suffered."

  I quietly watched him, not making a sound. Coffin Old continued to get more and more agitated, repeatedly slapping the table with his hand: "If I hadn't arrived in time back then, my son's soul might have been lured away by her."

  At this, the old coffin fell silent. I knew he was probably thinking of his own son again. His son had not been killed by the water ghost grandmother, but had been killed by himself. I couldn't help but pat the old coffin's shoulder and say: "It's all in the past, your pain is useless, why not let go and try to make up for your son?"

  The coffin maker let out a long sigh: "Indeed, if my son had been killed by the water ghost at that time, I would feel less painful. At least I can avenge him and know who to avenge. But now, my son was killed by myself."

  The old man in the coffin said this, his head heavily hit the coffin board, and blood came out of his head. He wanted to hit again, but I slapped him hard on the face. This slap was very heavy, and it made a loud slapping sound.

  The coffin maker was slapped by me, seemingly not understanding what's going on, and turned his head to look at me with a puzzled face. Then, his face changed drastically, and he suddenly pounced on me: "You little brat, you've eaten leopard gallbladder, hitting me!"

  As he pounced over, I didn't dodge. Instead, I grasped the Soul-Cutting Knife and stabbed it fiercely into Coffin Old's arm. His arm was instantly pierced by the Soul-Cutting Knife, with blood gushing out. Coffin Old's face changed drastically, completely bewildered as to what had happened.

  He wanted to pounce over, but I had already pounced on him. Next, I pinned him to the ground, with a knife pressed against the old coffin's neck: "Does it hurt?"

  "The coffin maker's face was full of shock as he stared at me: 'You little lunatic, what are you doing?'"

  "Does it hurt?"

  As I spoke, I pressed the Soul-Cutting Knife against his neck. Coffin Old's eyes widened in pain and he quickly shrank his neck back. I asked again: "Are you very afraid of death?"

  "The coffin maker started scolding loudly: 'What the hell are you doing? What's going on here?'"

  "I repeated: 'Are you afraid of death? Don't talk nonsense, because my time is limited.'"

  The old coffin maker seemed to have sensed it too, I'm serious. And I am serious, if he didn't answer me, I would really slash him with a knife. But I wouldn't kill him, just give him a warning.

  As soon as the coffin old man nodded again, I finally let him go. Then sat down to one side, quietly eating the snacks. The coffin old man got up from the ground, staring at me like a madman: "I want you to get out of my coffin shop"

  I said to him: "Don't pretend to be tough in front of me, I know how weak you are."

  The old man's face turned red with rage once again, and he suddenly let out a loud roar: "I want you to get out of my coffin shop, immediately!"

  I glanced at him faintly and continued eating my own food. Coldly saying: "You can try to drive me away yourself."

  The coffin maker was stunned, staring at me with a shocked face. After that, his body shook and he didn't pounce on me, but sat down instead, pouring two more mouthfuls of wine into his mouth. At this time, I said: "Do you know why I hit you? Because you're a coward, I really can't stand it."

  The coffin maker turned his face to look at me, with a puzzled expression, while covering the arm I had poked. I said again: "Didn't you tell me that your wife and children were driven to death by others, and you killed them in a situation where you had no choice? Then, you hid in this coffin shop, not daring to see people."

  The coffin maker said: "Yes."

  "I said: 'You keep saying you want to avenge your son, but in fact, you're just afraid of death. You're just a coward. Your enemy is right there watching you, and he sees that you're so weak that he doesn't even have the heart to kill you. Do you really think a small coffin shop can hide you?'"

  The coffin maker's face turned white, staring at me in shock. I continued: "Why if the person who killed your son was a water ghost, you could avenge him, but why did you kill your own son? Why was your son driven to death by others, and you only dared to hide in this coffin shop, drowning your sorrows with wine? It's all because of your cowardice, you coward."

  With a thud, the coffin maker directly knelt on the ground and started wailing. I looked at him silently, sighed, and ignored him. This scolding made me feel very comfortable in my heart, as if all the depression that had been accumulating over the past few days had dissipated.

  At this time, the old coffin seemed to have been really awakened by my scolding. I saw him sobbing with his fists tightly clenched, and those eyes were full of ferocity. Such eyes sometimes provoke people's disgust, but sometimes they also win people's favor.

  Time flew by, and it was already late at night. The old coffin had risen from the ground and sat opposite me with a ferocious face, drinking small wine. From time to time, his mouth let out a cold laugh: "I thought I could become an ordinary person, living an ordinary life freely, but now, I feel like I'm living in shame. I'm alive, but I'm living in ignominy."

  "My wife and child were driven to death by them, they laughed at me while driving my wife and child to death, and scolded me with dirty words. After I killed my wife and child, they let me go, letting me live like a dog. I heard from afar that they kept laughing, laughing everywhere all the time. They said, coward, coward, the taste of killing your wife and child is great."

  I didn't respond to Coffin Old, I just stood by and sneered. When it came to this point, Coffin Old suddenly let out a loud wail, the cry was so mournful. I covered my ears and quietly walked to one side.

  I don't know how long it took, but finally the old coffin stopped wailing. I saw him sitting next to the coffin, staring blankly.

  I got up and walked over to him, saying: "Tell me where the Water Ghost Granny is, I'll leave the coffin shop immediately."

  "The coffin maker's face was full of shock as he looked up at me: 'Why are you leaving?'"

  "I've been here for too long, I don't belong here, I belong to the outside world. It's time, I need to go out and make my way."

  The old man in the coffin suddenly stood up and leaned on the coffin: "But this road to the mysterious gate is really not easy to walk, you are still so young, you can have other choices. Once you enter this way, there will be no turning back."

  I said: "My life is worthless, at worst it's just death, but I want to use this life to do something meaningful. I don't belong here, ordinary people's lives are not what I should have."

  The old coffin didn't say a word, he took out a stack of money from his own bag and handed it to me: "When you're away from home, having money will be more convenient, take it."

  This time, I didn't refuse, took his money and stuffed it into my backpack. At this moment, the old man said: "The Water Ghost Lady is active around here, you go to places with water to ask around, ask if anyone has seen an old woman like that, maybe you can get some information."

  I said: "No specific address"

  The coffin old man shook his head: "Water Ghost Granny is a wicked person, people in the nearby area all want her dead, how would she easily reveal her own address. This old woman's whereabouts are mysterious, you must go find her yourself to be able to find her."

  I took a glance at the sky outside, it was already very late, and the ground was covered with a thick layer of frost under the cold moonlight. I didn't hesitate, shouldered my backpack and headed out. But after taking two steps, the old coffin behind me called out to me: "Why don't you stay? In the future, I'll accompany you to find the Water Ghost Granny, this way, you'll still have a place to settle down."

  I shook my head: "No need, if necessary, I will come back myself. Wish you an early revenge for your wife and children."

  I walked out of the door, onto the street, and then left the street to enter the wilderness. Behind me, there was only a dark shadow following me, carrying a backpack that looked exceptionally desolate.

  I've been gone for five days. In these five days, I almost became a wild man, wandering in the mountains and fields. During these five days, I passed through several villages, but found myself not staying at all. Passing through these villages, I just asked about the news of the Water Ghost Granny and then left again.

  That day, I found a very wide river by myself. On the riverbank, there were two or three people standing, with stupid and numb expressions, picking red fruits from a tree on the riverbank to eat.

  The fruit looks exceptionally good-looking, and people just take a glance, they have the urge to pick it up and taste its flavor.

  These days, I've been craving something, so I headed towards the riverbank.

  Who would have thought that before I even got close, the people picking fruit by the river jumped into the water with a splash after eating the fruit. And after jumping into the river, they still had silly smiles on their faces, stiff and numb all over, but their mouths were drinking the river water one mouthful at a time.

  I felt a sense of unease, so I ran to the riverbank in one breath. As a result, when I looked at that red fruit, I found that it was not some kind of fruit, but a worm. Moreover, this is not an ordinary worm, but a corpse worm.