This day was the Lower Yuan Festival, when the Water God came to relieve the suffering.

It was originally a good day.

But my father said that day was the most tormenting day he had ever experienced in his life, and also the most terrifying day.

The torment was my mother's dystocia, howling from morning to night.

The horror was a coffin that rushed into the house for no reason.

To say it was for no reason is actually not entirely accurate.

Because it had been raining heavily since morning that day, by the evening, the river water had already reached the door of the house.

All the villagers had moved to the high slope early, and only our family was trapped because of my mother's dystocia.

At around ten o'clock in the evening, my mother's voice was hoarse from howling. The midwife invited from the neighboring village came out to let my father be mentally prepared.

At this moment, a flash of lightning tore through the darkness, followed by a thunderclap.

As soon as the thunder fell, my crying could be heard in the house.

However, before the whole family had time to be happy, the door was slammed open.

A dark coffin was washed in by the river and lay quietly in the yard.

Faced with the sudden coffin, my grandmother was stunned for a few seconds, yelled and cursed, picked up the carrying pole in the yard, chased my grandfather and beat him.

The reason why my grandmother chased my grandfather was also very simple.

Because I shouldn't have been born on this day.

This matter has to start from a few years ago.

My grandfather studied in a private school. He was a rare intellectual in that era and a young man recognized by the village as having a great future.

But later, I don't know where he got a book about Feng Shui and fortune-telling. Since then, my grandfather's temperament has changed. He carried the book when walking and eating.

The farm work at home was also abandoned, and it fell on my grandmother alone.

A few years later, my grandfather learned half-baked and thought about reading Feng Shui and fortune-telling for people.

In today's words, my grandfather was a bad boy who loved to play.

The result is predictable. He became notorious in a few years. Even the free help was avoided by the villagers within a few miles.

So my grandfather set his sights on his own ancestral grave. It is said that in more than a year, he moved the Li family's grave 18 times, causing several uncles to break off relations with him.

It was not until my mother became pregnant with me that my grandfather changed his nature and stopped reading feng shui and fortune-telling for others. He stayed at home all day, talking nonsense, and no one knew what he was doing.

When my mother's due date was approaching, the family knew that my grandfather had been calculating my birth date and said that he wanted to pick a good day for me and change the fate of the Li family.

For this reason, he asked someone to get two oxytocin from the city.

Although my grandfather was a bastard and unreliable, he was the head of the family after all.

My father and mother couldn't get rid of him, so my grandmother chased and beat my grandfather.

Fighting is beating, making noise is making noise, but the coffin in the yard must be dealt with.

Since ancient times, there is a saying: Cats bring poverty, dogs bring wealth, and coffins bring extinction for three generations.

So when the coffin is needed, the owner has to go and get it himself.

Even if the coffin shop has a door-to-door delivery service, it can only be delivered to the door, not into the door.

Now, the coffin has gone straight into the yard.

And that coffin seems to be an ancient coffin washed down from the mountain.

It is not empty inside.

Just when the family was at a loss, grandpa laughed and said that this was the water official sending his wife, and I will definitely be a rich man in the future.

In my father's words, grandpa was crazy at that time, and his mind was full of strange things, so that the whole family couldn't beat him, and finally kept the coffin and put it in grandpa's room.

Fortunately, nothing bad happened in the family later, and the existence of the coffin was gradually not mentioned.

But because of this incident, grandpa and grandma slept in separate rooms. When I was five years old, my father was preparing to have a second child, so he let me sleep with grandpa.

Only then did I know that grandpa would offer sacrifices to the coffin every day. And a few days after I moved there, grandpa used a piece of candy to coax me to hold a piece of red cloth and kowtow three times to the coffin.

I was young at the time and didn't know what to do. I just thought it was fun and there was candy to eat.

By the time I realized how ridiculous this matter was, it was already a done deal.

In addition, grandpa also taught me what he learned from his old book.

This teaching lasted for ten years.

This year, I was fifteen years old.

Grandpa was old.

His hair was gray and his eyes were cloudy.

I knew he didn't have much time left.

As for why I knew this, it was naturally the skills I learned from that book.

But I didn't dare to say this, and I kept it a secret from my family.

In the last few days of his death, Grandpa stayed alone in the room for a long time, saying some strange things to the coffin.

It felt like he was talking to someone.

But there was only the coffin left in the room except me occasionally going in and out.

On the last day, I saw two lights, one black and one white, escaping from Grandpa's forehead.

That was the soul light and spirit that were dissipating. Once they dissipated, life would come to an end.

On this day, Grandpa didn't talk to the coffin, but called me to his side and told me two things.

The first thing was that after he died, he had to be buried in this coffin in the house, and he also said that someone would come to grab it at that time, so I must keep it.

The second thing was to treat my wife well and protect her.

The first thing is not difficult to understand, but I don't think that coffin would be so good that someone would come to grab it. As for the second thing, even after so many years, I have never seen what is in the coffin, and I am a little confused.

However, Grandpa did not allow me to ask more questions. He grabbed my hand and kept asking me to remember it.

Seeing that he was so excited that he could not breathe at any time, I quickly nodded and agreed.

Just when I nodded, the two rays of light between Grandpa's eyebrows dispersed...

My father had been honest and filial all his life. After I told him about Grandpa's last wish, he agreed and helped my uncle pry open the coffin in the house.

Before opening the coffin, the family also made preparations. After all, it was known that this coffin was not an empty coffin as soon as it entered the house, so my father specially prepared a brand new coffin to collect the dry bones inside.

However, when the coffin was opened, everyone present was stunned.

The coffin was not filled with dry bones as expected, but a lifelike female corpse. The corpse not only showed no signs of decay, but was also very beautiful, like Sleeping Beauty.

I took a look and my mind was a little shaken. I thought that if she could breathe, it would be worth living ten years less to marry such a wife.

Unfortunately, she was a dead person.

Thinking back to what Grandpa did, it was really too absurd.

However, before I could think about it, a strange fragrance wafted out of the coffin, which lasted for a long time.

After a while, the whole village was filled with this fragrance.

My face changed immediately.

This is the smell of corpses. Grandpa's old book clearly records this smell:

The smell of corpses spreads for a hundred miles, and demons and ghosts fight for thousands of corpses to worship.

It was not until this moment that I understood the two things Grandpa told me, and the second thing was the most difficult.