Chapter 1157: The one from outside is the craftsman of the coffin shop.

Seeing that the Demon King insisted on taking him away, the coffin slave had to hold a pillar in the store and not let go.
The pillar is a stone pillar, about the same thickness.
On this side, the coffin slave held the pillar alive and did not let go, on the other side, the demon king was holding the coffin slave's little hand, and the smooth touch of his skin made him lusty.
So the demon king said cruelly, "Little lady, since you refuse to go back to the palace with this king, this king will do husband and wife affairs with you in the store today. I am not afraid that you will not follow." After speaking, he immediately rushed over to pull the coffin. Slave clothes.
The coffin slave couldn't avoid it, and he was torn open the shirt, revealing the white collarbone. When the devil saw it, he was greedy, and immediately rushed over.
The coffin slave hurriedly stepped away, crying loudly, "Big Brother Aomori, Little Slave can't help you. Today, the demon king will ask the Slave to submit to it. The Slave would rather die and keep his innocence for Aomori." , Slammed his head against the column, and immediately broke his head and died.
Seeing that the coffin slave fell to the ground and died, the devil stomped his feet with anger, "What a dog slave who doesn't know how to promote!" Nai hummed and left.
Besides, Aomori hurried to the palace and explained his intentions. The maids were shocked, "Huh? Did the demon king ask you to make a coffin for Empress Ziluo?"
Aomori said, "Yes."
The maid said, "Although the empress is seriously ill, it is still too early to order the coffin at this time."
Aomori said, "But this is the meaning of His Royal Highness."
The maid said, "Then you come with me."
Aomori followed the maid to the bedroom of Empress Ziluo, but saw the curtain drooping and a haggard figure lying supine on the incense couch.
The aroma ignited in the bedroom still can't cover the moldy odor from the patient.
Aomori stared at the figure in the curtain anxiously, but what appeared in his mind was the old beauty of Ziluo Niangniang.
The maid stepped forward and whispered, "Manny, a craftsman is visiting."
"What are the craftsmen doing here? Who are the craftsmen here?"
An extremely weak female voice came from within the curtain, and there was a violent cough in the speech.
Hearing this voice, Aomori couldn't help being surprised. Is this the voice of Zi Luo Empress? The Ziluo Niangniang in my impression is a peerless beauty with a beautiful voice like a cry.
The maid said in a low voice, "It's the craftsman from the coffin shop."
"The craftsman of the coffin shop?"
Empress Ziluo was astonished, and already understood what the craftsman of the coffin shop was doing here. So she hid her face and sobbed. It is not uncommon for the craftsmen of the coffin shop to come to the dying patient to measure the body of the dying.
The maid whispered, "The craftsman said that the demon king sent him to the palace to make a coffin for you. The craftsman is here to tailor your body."
Empress Ziluo felt a chill, and had to say, "Let him measure it."
The maid opened the curtain and Aomori saw the woman lying on the bed.
It was a woman with a withered face, big, dull eyes, yellow and wrinkled skin, gray hair, thin skinny, and at first glance, it didn't look like a living person, but like a skeleton.
At the moment, this skeleton is wearing a luxurious Luo Yi, lying in the brocade quilt, under the background of the Luo Yi brocade, it looks even more haggard.
Is this the legendary first beauty in the devil, Ziluo Empress?
Aomori remembered seeing Ziluo Niang at the Demon Race Festival when she was a child. At that time, Ziluo Niangniang had blushing cheeks, her eyes were like electricity, and she had a slender figure. After more than ten years, Ziluo Niangniang became the living dead. It looks so hard to recognize each other.
Aomori was shocked and just stared in a daze. Unexpectedly, at this moment, Ziluo Niangniang suddenly coughed, coughed and coughed, and vomited a bit of blood.
The maid hurriedly picked up the veil and wiped her.
Empress Ziluo’s mouth is full of blood, and she has a miserable smile,
I’m old and useless. I can no longer serve the Demon King to make him happy, but he doesn’t need to make a coffin for me while he has a new love, right? Originally, only the newcomer laughed, and who heard the old crying. After all, women are suffering. Even a woman who becomes a king can hardly escape the miserable ending." After finishing speaking, there was another cough, and a mouthful of sputum could not come up. Up.
When the maid saw this, she was shocked, grabbed Ziluo Niang, and shook her desperately, "Niang, wake up, wake up."
At this moment, Empress Ziluo has died, where can she wake up?
Aomori was already scared, and didn't know what to do.
The maid cried, "The craftsman, since the mother has died, what are you doing in a daze, please get her body measured quickly."
Aomori nodded and quickly took out a ruler to measure the size.
After a short while, after measuring his body, Aomori dared not stop and left immediately.
Aomori left the palace and ran all the way, saying, "This is too unlucky today. This Ziluo Niangniang has been ill for so long and hasn't died, but she died when he came to measure her body. What is this? .
When the cold wind blew out of the palace, Aomori became more sober, suddenly remembering that he had hurried away just now, there were only two coffin slaves and the demon king left in the store, and when the demon king looked at the coffin slave’s obsessive eyes, Aomori was all over. Uncomfortable. The devil's fetus will not take advantage of his absence to treat the little slave unruly, will he?
The more Aomori thought, the more anxious, and the faster and faster he ran.
When he ran to the street where the shop was located, he found that his shop was surrounded by many people.
Those people were all neighbors in the neighborhood. When they saw him, they stepped aside, "Oh, Aomori is back."
Aomori squeezed in and said anxiously, "What's the matter? Why are you all crowded in my shop?"
The neighbours did not speak, but just let him go in and watch by himself.
Aomori looked at everyone's eyes, and knew something must have happened.
He walked into the store tremblingly, and found that the coffin slave was lying on the side of the pillar with a hole in his forehead, still bleeding.
Seeing such a scene, Aomori couldn't support it anymore. With a puff, he knelt beside the coffin slave and grabbed her hand, but her hand was already cold like ice, ice directly into his heart.
"Little slave, what's wrong with you? What happened? When I left, you were okay? How come you have become like this now? You said you want to marry me, you You can’t die. Slave, you know I’ll be back soon, why don’t you wait for me and leave? Slave, how can you leave me and let me live alone in the future?"
After Aomori finished speaking, holding the corpse, weeping.
When the onlookers listened, they all shed tears. On weekdays, Aomori and the coffin slave worked hard in the shop, one honest and straightforward, the other gentle and kind, the other affectionate and the other intentional. The neighbours had long quietly wished them a happy couple in their hearts, but the changes in front of them were uncomfortable. Do not sigh for them.
At this point, the neighbours had to persuade Aomori to bury the body and put it in the soil for safety.