Do you need to buy a coffin

Buy a coffin?

If you've seen "XXX Paranormal Investigation Agency," don't be surprised if you see something familiar here, as these two are from the same series.

If you haven't read them, that's okay, because these two articles tell completely different stories.

If you're looking for horror, I can't guarantee my skills will be truly terrifying, but I will try my best.

If you have any insights into what I've said, I'd love to hear them.

If you find this article unpalatable, I would still appreciate you clicking on the first chapter.

The following contains numerous "ifs" omitted. Thank you all for your support!

The coffin will not be sold until the person dies.

Xianglian was from another village. She lost both her parents at the age of three and was raised by her elderly maternal grandmother. At the age of sixteen, she married a Zhang family in her own village. As a child from a poor family, her dowry was low, which was exactly what Zhang's mother-in-law valued, so she sent a matchmaker to propose marriage.

After marrying into the family, Xianglian followed the rules and acted with propriety. She got along well with her husband, Zhang Erhu, and they had two sons. Although Zhang's mother-in-law had recently passed away due to illness, in this patriarchal village, the tradition of a mother's status rising with her sons allowed Xianglian to live a life full of happiness.

Unfortunately, the good days didn't last long.

Since it's a literary work, there must be a story to tell.

Time can be easily struck by lightning. One rainy night, thunder and lightning struck. The location was Xianglian's three-bedroom apartment.

Xianglian turned over and suddenly felt a cool sensation on her fingers.

A flash of lightning ripped across the sky, followed by a deafening clap of thunder. Xianglian jolted awake, worried about her two sons. Although her eldest son was already twenty, her youngest was only five and naturally afraid of thunder. But the constant rumble of thunder masked the children's cries.

“…Child…his father…” Xianglian stared intently at the window that had been blown open by the wind.

Zhang Erhu slowly sat up. "What's going on in the middle of the night?"

Before she could finish speaking, Xianglian ran out of the house. Zhang Erhu stood there for a long time before following her out.

The eldest son, hearing the commotion in the dead of night, woke up to the sound of thunder mixed with Xianglian's painful screams.

The next day, the Zhang family hung up white lanterns.

The youngest son of the Zhang family died, and the village woodcutter told others that the wound on his neck was caused by an axe.

The case was a murder, but Xianglian, who was not very literate, had no idea what the government offices in the county town dozens of miles away did. Gaunt and heartbroken, she spent her days in tears.

The burial was reportedly quite a grand affair.

In this remote and impoverished village, if someone dies, they are simply wrapped in a mat and buried in the ground. Since the village chief was born, he has never seen anyone in the village bury someone in a coffin.

The cost of a coffin was no small sum for them. Especially since the coffin was produced by the mortuary in the city.

Speaking of the coffins in this mortuary, they are made of solid iron.

However, no matter how aptly named some things are, people will avoid them even if they are related to the word 'death'.

Could the death of Zhang's youngest son be related to the Zhang family's hidden wealth? This topic became the talk of the village. Witnesses even described Zhang Erhu frequently traveling to the county town, speculating that he might be involved in some big business.

Men like to calculate who can earn more money, while women prefer to gossip and spread rumors. The news spread like wildfire, and the word "vixen" reached Xianglian's ears.

Xianglian suddenly felt physically and mentally exhausted. A woman's entire life is nothing more than "supporting her husband and raising her children".

She thought she was lucky, but she ended up separated from her husband and children. Fortunately, God had mercy and left her with a son to take care of her in her old age.

Children from poor families don't know how to have high expectations. She should be content.

Sometimes Zhang Erhu would stare blankly at the sunset and smile foolishly, and she learned to ignore it; her husband spent less and less time at home, and she learned to use work to forget her pain.

She compromised only to seek peace of mind so that she could raise her eldest son to adulthood.

She asked herself honestly, she had never done anything to wrong anyone, but God is far from being as fair as people imagine.

"My son..." Xianglian was overwhelmed with grief. She clutched her eldest son's clothes and refused to let anyone put her only son into the coffin until she fainted from crying.

The rumors among women spread even more fiercely.

"That Zhang family is really pitiful. The old man just passed away, and then the two young ones followed one after the other."

"Alright, don't say that. I think that Erhuzi from the Zhang family is really weird. A few days ago, I heard the head of the Li family next door come back and tell his wife that he saw Erhuzi standing blankly at the entrance of the mortuary in the county town, grinning like an idiot."

"Oh, so you've been traumatized and gone mad?!"

"Shh..." A woman glanced around. "Keep it down. She's not stupid, she's infatuated with that guy."

"What kind of nonsense is this?"

"Hey, you really shouldn't mention it. That place is creepy!"

A story is just a story, and Xianglian has to hear the gossip among these women.

She went to see the village chief, who firmly believed that his villager was honest and kind.

Simple and honest? Xianglian learned to sneer. She had verified with the village woodcutter several times that the wound on her neck was indeed from an axe.

The village chief smiled and shook his head, still firmly believing that there was no murderer among his villagers.

Xianglian returned empty-handed.

At her doorstep, the woodcutter who had performed the duties of a

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