The neighbours dispersed one after another, the old Wang head in the shop next door, after a long time with ink stains, walked to the door and backed back.

Lao Wangtou has just turned fifty this year. He alone supports a shroud shop. In addition to making shrouds for the dead, he also doubles as a small business such as paper money, incense and candles.

Aomori is well-known, and there is an endless stream of people looking for his custom-made coffins. The kind-hearted Aomori always introduces the customers who look for him to custom-made coffins to the old king to take care of his business.

The old king always takes care of Aomori, and he is naturally grateful to him, and the friendship between the two families has always been good.

The old king saw that Aomori and himself were left in the store, so he lowered his voice and said, "Aomori, after you left, I heard arguing from the store. I thought it was you and the slave who were arguing because you two were arguing. I didn't blush. I felt strange. I wanted to come in and persuade me to go to the store entrance, but found that you were not in the store. The demon king was holding on to the slave, and the slave was forced to be helpless.

When Aomori heard this, his eyes erupted with anger, "It turns out that it is really a good thing that the demon king did."

The old Wang hissed, "Aomori, listen to me. After all, old man, I am more than 20 years older than you. You don’t know about this. Just bury the slave and start a new life. After all, we are human beings, so it’s better not to cause trouble if we eat together on the land of the demon king."

Aomori heard it, his teeth rattled.

How can he, who has always been loyal and kind, able to contend with the powerful demon king?

Pharaoh patted Aomori's shoulder, sighed, and went out.

Only Aomori was left in the shop, staring at the coffins and the cold body of the slave in a daze.

Aomori touched the cold hand of the slave, tears raining down.

"Little slave, I'm so useless, I can't even protect my beloved woman. Little slave, I am sorry for you. I will make you the most beautiful coffin in the world now."

Aomori wiped away his tears, and dinged to life, choosing materials, cutting wooden boards, nailing them together, and painting them. After busying the whole night, I finally finished the coffin.

This coffin is different from ordinary coffins in that six pulleys are installed at the bottom of the coffin.

Aomori tearfully covered the coffin with a big red quilt, wiped off the tears and blood on the slave's face, and then placed the slave in the coffin that smelled of heavy paint.

"Little slave, from now on, we will be together forever. Even death can't separate us. I specially installed a pulley on the bottom of the coffin, just to take you conveniently."

Despite being very unbearable, Aomori decided to close the lid of the coffin.

At this time, the rooster was croaking, and at dawn, Aomori opened the gate, ready to take a breath of fresh air.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the door was opened, a group of demons rushed in like wolves.

These Demon soldiers are as ugly as the Demon King, with blue skin, fangs and claws, and fierce faces. They all hold bright machetes. At first glance, they look like a group of **** evil spirits.

Seeing them breaking in, Aomori expected nothing good, and hurriedly asked, "Excuse me, what is wrong with you breaking in for no reason?"

The demon soldiers sneered, "Aomori, you have done a good job yourself, do you still have the face to ask us?" After speaking, several machetes were placed on his neck.

Aomori was taken aback and shivered, "What a good thing I did? I stayed in the store and didn't go anywhere? What else can I do?"

"Aomori, did you go to the palace yesterday?"

"Have been there. It was His Royal Highness who asked me to measure Ziluo Empress' figure."

"You nonsense! Your Royal Highness didn't let you measure Ziluo Niang Niang at all. It was you who broke into Ziluo Niang Niang's bedroom without authorization under the banner of His Highness the Demon King, and forced her to die. What should you be guilty of! "

"Ah? What do you say? It was the demon king who asked me to go to the palace."

Aomori was wronged for no reason, so wherever he persuades, he argues.

"We don't talk nonsense with you, you still go with us, when you arrive at the palace, you go and explain to the devil in person, and explain your bad intentions of killing the Ziluo Empress."

"This is simply bloody, I have no grievances with Empress Ziluo, why should I force her to death?"

"You know that Empress Ziluo is seriously ill, so you can't be frightened, and you deliberately come to measure her body, what do you intend to do? Stop talking nonsense, brothers, take him away."

This group of fierce-looking Demon soldiers couldn't help Aomori's defense and must take him away.

At this moment, Aomori is screaming that he shouldn't call the earth and the earth is not working. He has the desire to die. He has just lost his lover and is now being framed. The worst thing is that the person who framed him turned out to be the demon king.

By the way, why did the demon king frame Aomori?

A small coffin maker in Aomori, who has no social status, seems unnecessary to frame him.

In fact, it is not. First, the coffin slave hit the pillar and died at the festival, and the fresh peach that made the demon king's mouth was not eaten, and he had already suffocated the fire. When he returned to the palace, the maids immediately reported, "His Royal Highness, Empress Ziluo has passed away."

The Demon King was shocked when he heard this, "When did it happen?"

The maid brought Aomori to measure the body of the girl, and then she said again about her sudden death.

In fact, the demon king sent Aomori to measure the body of the empress. He didn't intend to kill Empress Ziluo. After all, after a couple, the devil would not say that Empress Ziluo would die immediately when she saw Empress Ziluo dying.

Before, the demon king sent Aomori to the palace mainly for the purpose of supporting Aomori, so that he could take the opportunity to hook up the beautiful coffin slave. He did not expect that the coffin slave was not so easy to use as the woman in the fireworks willow lane, but he was forced to hit the pole. , Became a chaste woman.

It was annoying to think about this matter, and the fox didn't eat it, but it was all angered.

Although the devil had no interest in Empress Ziluo for a long time, the death of Empress Ziluo still made him very uncomfortable. After all, he had been in love like glue.

The death of a coffin slave, a Ziluo empress, and two women caused two resentments in the devil's heart.

The grievances in the devil's belly were not vented, so naturally they had to find someone to vent their anger, who would they find to vent their anger? The demon king pondered all night, and when he opened his eyes, he remembered that Aomori who was honest and friendly had arrived.

By the way, aren’t honest people just for wronging?

Yes, I vented my anger with Aomori. Everything was to blame on him, and he could not help it. Hold him first, then interrogate him, and then ask him for a crime of killing the princess, and make a beheaded decision. The breath in my heart can go out. Of course power can be willful, no trick. Who calls this Aomori a little man with no power and money? Isn't the little person just used to wrong and consume?

Thinking of this, the Demon Lord smiled unconsciously, "Come on, grab Aomori for me, and this king will try him well!"