Seeing that the master was stroking the iron coffin in front of me, my heart was beating "crying" and my face was full of suspicion.

In my understanding, to put it bluntly, this iron coffin is used to retaliate against the dead.

In ancient times, if a minister offended the emperor and was confiscated and destroyed the family, his body would be broken.

If you still don’t relieve your hatred, you can use this iron coffin to fill the dead body, so that you cannot be reborn in the coffin. This is extremely vicious and the cruelest way of revenge.

But what does the master mean? He couldn't let go of the iron coffin and wanted to keep it for himself.

"Master, why do you think I'm less confused the more you say? Can you explain it more clearly?" I looked suspicious.

But the master smiled at me: "This coffin is not an ordinary iron coffin, there are many tricks in it. Your wife doesn't want to tell you, so it's not easy to point it out as a teacher."

Listening to the master's words, I looked embarrassed.

The master smiled "hehe" and said, "Xiaofan, just send this iron coffin. If you think it through, then ask in person."

After saying that, the master stroked his beard, looked at the coffin a few more times, and measured it again with a ruler.

"Twenty-nine and a half inches, twenty-one and a half inches! It's such a good coffin, and it's very useful..."

Looking at the master's mysterious appearance, although I didn't know what kind of magical use of this iron coffin Murong Yan was, I thought it should be a good thing.

I used to hear from my master that some Feng Shui schools with powerful means can turn bad places into good places and evil tombs into happy caves.

In this way, Murong Yan must have wanted to use some means to turn the iron coffin that was originally used as a soul lock into a good coffin.

I don’t know the tricks of this, and I don’t know the purpose of Murong Yan.

But the master's expression and words clearly proved one thing.

Thinking of this, the doubts in my heart were relieved a lot.

At the same time, I plan to deliver all the things here to Guimaling tonight.

However, the iron coffin was too heavy and there were a lot of clothes, so I couldn't get it away by myself, so I asked the master to accompany me tonight.

The master hesitated for a moment and nodded in agreement.

After dinner, it was just getting dark, and my master and I carried the iron coffin out of the shop.

Usually I can get there in an hour by myself, but today I carry an iron coffin worth more than 100 kilograms, so the speed naturally rises.

When my master and I arrived at Guimaling panting, it was already eleven o'clock in the evening.

Today the moon is very big, and it shines brightly on the ridge.

However, the soul banners and graves that can be seen everywhere make people still feel a little scared.

Fortunately, this is not the first time I have come here. The master is also an old man in the industry, so it is no wonder that he has come here.

After resting for a while, the master said, "Xiaofan, where does your wife live?"

"It's not far from the old forest inside. Master, please send me here! I'll pass the rest of the way myself."

Because Murong Yan initially reminded that the rest of me could not go to Murong Mansion, so he could only let the master go back alone.

After hearing what I said, the master didn't ask much, nodded slightly, and told me to be careful all the way.

Then the master smoked the old cigarette and walked slowly towards home.

Seeing the master walking away, I could only carry the iron coffin into the forest alone.

There is no complete road in this place, and it is bumpy and even falls.

Fortunately, the iron coffin was not pressed on my body, otherwise I would have to crush me.

When I came to the gate of Murong Mansion with the iron coffin, I was almost exhausted.

Sweat kept coming out, it was almost snowing, and it was so hot that I wanted to take off my clothes.

Standing at the door, he gasped for a few breaths: "Sister Corpse, Grandma Mo, I'm here, open the door quickly!"

I shouted at the door twice, but didn't knock on it.

However, as soon as I finished speaking, the closed gate of Murong Mansion opened with a "click".

Then when he saw Grandma Mo holding a dragon-head crutch, Grandma Mo still had a kind look: "Son-in-law, here you are here!"

"Hey, Grandma Mo!"

Grandma Mo nodded slightly and said again: "Don't be standing there, go and help your son-in-law carry the things in!"

"yes!"

As he said that, he saw a group of men dressed in colorful clothes and wearing small round hats running out.

These men have white faces and red mouths, light steps, and their eyes have never been turned.

Obviously, this is a group of white paper people.

At night, they became Murong Yan's servants, and when they returned to the daytime, they would return to the appearance of a white paper man.

The group of white paper people ran to me, and all bowed to me without saying a word.

Then they brushed it together, carried the iron coffin next to me and carried it to Murong Mansion.

It's not the first time I've seen a white paper man, so I didn't feel much fuss when I saw them like this.

I followed them into Murong Mansion. As soon as I arrived at the door, Grandma Mo said to me: "Son-in-law, the lady has squandered a lot of effort to get this coffin. Now my son-in-law has brought it back. Thank you very much!"

I was very confused when I heard Grandma Mo speak like this.

Is it a lot of effort to waste? Didn’t I just place an order on my phone? This is also called labor-intensive? It feels a bit inexplicable.

But he didn't say anything, just laughed a few times: "It should be, it should be!"

As he said that, under the leadership of Grandma Mo, we had already arrived at the inner courtyard.

As soon as I arrived in the inner courtyard, I saw Murong Yan painting, ink and landscape, under the service of a group of white paper maids, and he looked pretty good.

Murong Yan painted very attentively, with her black hair hanging down, looking quiet and as if she was a lady from a family.

But inside her Wenxiu's appearance, there is a tyrannosaurus heart hidden.

"Miss, my son-in-law has brought the things here!" Grandma Mo said respectfully.

But Murong Yan didn't even raise his head, and said while drawing: "Put it aside first!"

As he said that, Grandma Mo directed the servants to put the iron coffin aside.

Immediately afterwards, I heard Murong Yan say, "Damn scumbag, have I brought my clothes?"

His eyes rolled, and he was speechless.

But he still spoke: "I brought it, I'm all here!"

"You also know to bring it to me. Look at what day it is today. The orders placed on the 11th are all eighteen today!"

Damn, can I blame you for this? If you don’t deliver the express delivery, what can I do?

Before I could speak, Murong Yan continued to speak, "Okay, I won't blame you for the amount you brought to me with the iron coffin. Go! Take off your clothes, I will draw a free personal sketch for you today..."

When I heard this, I was stunned on the spot, thinking that I had heard it wrong.

Then he asked, "What? What did you ask me to do?"

Murong Yan raised his head slightly and said seriously: "Draw human body sketches? Don't be stunned, take off quickly! The kind that doesn't wear clothes."

As soon as this said, my mind was a buzzing sound, and I almost didn't spit out a mouthful of old blood.

Murong Yan, you are so funny now that the more you play, the more you get, right?

Last time I hit me in the house, the second time I found an excuse to practice swordsmanship, and beat me up with a wooden stick all night.

Now, let's play with painting.

You are a native of the Qing Dynasty and you can draw landscapes or something.

You are so good to learn foreign painting.
Chapter completed!