The person who broke into the funeral procession was named Liu Liqing.

He was Sister Qiu Mei's classmate from junior high school to high school, and he was also a member of their class.

At the beginning, my grades in school were very good, and I was given make-up classes in my sophomore year of high school, so I knew him well. At that time, his good grades in school were well-known in the whole school, and they all said that he was admitted to Peking University, but unfortunately, in the second semester of the third year of high school, his father died of a work injury, and he had no other relatives and no financial ability to continue studying, so he dropped out of school halfway and went to the factory where his father worked as an apprentice.

At that time, many teachers regretted him when they mentioned him, but he didn't feel too sorry, I remember that he said to Sister Qiu Mei at that time, saying that studying books is to find a good job, since you found it in advance, then do it with peace of mind.

Therefore, Sister Qiu Mei did not take the college entrance examination later. Although there was a lot of tension with her family at that time, she persuaded her uncle to find a relationship to help her go to work in Liu Liqing's workplace, and I remember that they confirmed their relationship, and it was around that time.

After that, for various reasons, I was separated from her and I didn't come back for two years. Although I sometimes call her, she basically listens to me, and rarely mentions herself, so unconsciously, I don't know anything about her situation during that time, so when I came back, I suddenly learned that she not only got married early, but also married to Liu Liqing, who she had liked for so long, which made me unaware.

However, what surprised me even more was the changes that have taken place in Liu Liqing in the past two years, and his current abrupt and terrible behavior.

I haven't seen him for two years, and the changes in Liu Liqing's body are too big compared to the normal situation.

I remember that two years ago, he was fair-skinned, always wore a pair of black-framed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and looked quiet and quiet, with the style of a scholar. Now he is sickly thinner, much darker, and for some reason there is a lot more gray hair. Xu often works under the sun, and wrinkles appear prematurely on his face, so he is only in his early twenties, but at first glance he looks like he is in his forties.

So much so that when he rushed to the coffin, I couldn't recognize him at all, until in an exclamation, I saw my uncle grab the stone on the ground with red eyes and rush towards him, hit him on the back of the head, and scolded him fiercely, "Liu Liqing, you brute!"

I realized that this man with a scruffy face and a rough behavior that ripped off the quilt on the coffin was actually the white-faced scholar who was knowledgeable back then.

And the scene at that time was really a mess.

The rule that has been passed down for I don't know how many years is that the coffin sent to the well of Hades is not visible. Liu Liqing's behavior of struggling to pounce on the coffin despite everyone's obstruction caused the quilt to slide off the lid of the coffin, although only one corner slipped off, it still made the aunt who watched this happen scream on the spot and closed her breath.

The uncle who witnessed this scene was naturally extremely angry.

As soon as his brain was hot, the first thing he thought of was not to quickly cover the coffin with the quilt again, but to pick up the stone under his feet and shoot it on the back of Liu Liqing's head. This time, blood was shot on the spot, blood beads splashed everywhere, splashing everywhere on the coffin lid and quilt, but my uncle didn't realize this, while raising his leg and kicking Liu Liqing's body hard, while scolding fiercely: "You still have a face?!Get out! Get out!Get out of here!Get out of here!!"

Seeing this, the people who hurriedly gathered around him and tried to dissuade him were frightened, and the stupid pestle was in place and didn't know what to do.

Even the Taoist priests who were doing the rituals were all stunned, and finally the eldest of them was well-informed, and he was the first to come back to his senses, and immediately put down the utensils in his hand and dragged my uncle away, and then hastily bandaged Liu Liqing's wounds, and woke up my aunt with the medicinal oil he carried, and then called a few young and strong people to carry him, and hurriedly helped my aunt and the man with blood all over his head down the mountain.

But when she was carried down the mountain, Liu Liqing still cried and screamed towards the coffin, pointing to the sky and saying that Qiu Mei died of murder and that no one was allowed to bury her until the murderer was found. But my uncle's face turned blue with anger, if it weren't for the fact that his body was tightly pressed by the person next to him, I think he might have raised the stone in his hand and rushed towards Liu Liqing again.

I really don't understand why Liu Liqing suddenly ran to say these things and do this.

I don't understand why my uncle, who has always been a good-natured old man, has lost control of his temper like this today, as if he is not facing his daughter's former classmate and boyfriend, but an enemy who is incompatible.

Around the time they finally walked out of the boundary of Hades' Well, the dark clouds in the sky suddenly dispersed.

As suddenly as they appeared, within a moment, the surroundings were once again shrouded in golden sunlight, and almost immediately swept away the gloom in their hearts.

But for some reason, seeing that the sky was suddenly clear, the old Taoist priest's frowning brow became even tighter, and he stood alone after the people around him gradually calmed down, and watched my uncle scolding with his eyes while carefully wiping off the blood from the coffin with my brother-in-law, and then putting the quilt back on the coffin lid.

Then with a little hesitation, he took my uncle aside and discussed with him in a whisper, since the coffin has seen the light, then it is better not to bury people in the well of the king of Hades, it is better to choose another suitable day, according to the highest specifications in the Taoist temple, make a dojo for your girl and bury it in the temple, the price is negotiable.

Unexpectedly, if I didn't say this, as soon as I said it, my uncle was so anxious that he jumped to his feet on the spot.

It was the first time I saw him so angry that he was so impulsive, and he didn't care that the Taoist priest was just discussing with him and not forcing it, he grabbed the other party's Taoist robe, blushed and yelled at the people: "Good to discuss?!Do I lack these two money and the price is easy to discuss?? How can you say that you can be like this! I said it well before, but now I actually want to change the hexagram? If you can go over in a different way, do you still want to get you to say?? If we want to be able to use other methods to be super effective, do we still need to mobilize the people to carry the coffin to this kind of hellish place?! Aren't you afraid that my daughter's anger will come to you?!"

It's strange to say, as soon as the last sentence came out, a wind suddenly swirled on the flat ground.

It was really a rather strange whirlwind, just like the old people used to say that the yin wind, rolling in the fine sand, cold, and coming without warning.

At the same time, the old Taoist priest's expression suddenly became a little strange.

If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, it's hard to imagine how quickly and unbuffered a person can go from worrying and hesitant to being cold. His face sank suddenly, and he slowly pulled my uncle's hand from his collar, and then saluted him.

Then he took out a brass bell from a pouch tied to his belt, and shook it twice, and the other Taoist priests who were waiting on the side heard this bell, and immediately looked solemn, quickly straightened their Taoist crowns and robes, rearranged them neatly, and came behind Lao Dao, and then picked up the iron nails inserted in the soil with him.

After that, while motioning for the coffin bearer to cross the red line with them and walk in the direction of Hades' Well, he began to chant words in his mouth:

"People come to separate heavy paper, ghosts come to separate mountains, a thousand evils can't get it, and ten thousand evils can't get it open. There are many sentient beings who have grievances, and grievances are difficult to resolve. I will preach the wonderful law today, relieve all grievances, listen to the recitation, and the enemies will disperse and perish......"

I kept reading all the way to the edge of the wellhead of the Hades Well, and then all the sounds stopped abruptly.

Only the old Taoist priest suddenly took a deep breath and made a sound from his mouth that was neither like talking nor like sighing. With this long sound, the Taoist priests opened the iron lid and led the coffin bearer to carefully move the coffin from the front of the 'well' to directly above it.

At this moment, I accidentally glanced at my watch and realized that the time was neither early nor late, just a little bit closer.

This is what they call the three quarters of noon.

I couldn't help but admire the accuracy of these Taoist priests' timing, and at the same time learning from the others, I fell to my knees and followed the crowd to slowly approach the well of Hades on my knees.

This is the last part of the way to send Sister Qiu Mei, you can't walk with your feet, you must kneel to show your great compassion and reluctance to the deceased, and your awe of the 'master' in the well of Hades.

Thinking of the 'master' in the Hades Well, I couldn't help but subconsciously raise my head and glance in the direction of the Hades Well.

This is the first time I've seen this 'well' from such a close distance. Although I followed others to this place several times out of curiosity when I was a child, they were all far away, and I only dared to glance at them a few times, and then I fled away.

At that time, I always felt that although the 'well' was covered with iron sheets, a claw or a terrible tongue could come out of it at any time, and chase after us brave children like in a horror movie.

But now when I look at it from such a close distance, I find that it doesn't seem to be as terrifying as I remember. It lay quietly on the sun-drenched flat ground, like a pitch-black mouth, huge, calm, and filled with a kind of isolation and loneliness.

There was no sound at all in this huge mouth.

The surrounding area was littered with leftover incense sticks, and large pieces of candle oil with a blood-like color clinging lifelessly to the edge of the 'well', so if it is terrible, I am afraid that most of the reasons are due to their relationship. Thinking of this, hearing the Taoist priests singing the sutra again, and seeing the eight coffin bearers lifting Qiu Mei's coffin little by little under the leadership of my uncle, I knew that the last step of the burial was about to begin.

He motioned for two quick steps forward on his knee, trying to give her as much as he could before she and the coffin were completely inside the 'well'. Unexpectedly, at this moment, with the crunch of crackling and the mouth of one of the coffin bearers blurted out a terrifying curse, strange things happened again.

A rope that held the coffin firmly together was broken.

Immediately followed by a few more crisp sounds, almost at the same moment, all the ropes used to bind the coffin were broken at once, and Qiu Mei's coffin fell straight into the well of Hades with a bang!

"Sister Qiu Mei!!" I immediately screamed and rushed straight towards the mouth of the 'well'.

I rushed to the well and looked down with the others, and then my legs suddenly went limp, and I fell to my knees again, almost slipping off the edge of the well.

I saw Sister Qiu Mei lying flat at the bottom of the 'well' wrapped in a bright peach-colored cotton coat, her face was pale, and her eyes were wide open.

It was like looking at me coldly......

Her hands were straight up.

For example, at the moment when the coffin fell, she tore the incomparably heavy coffin lid and the quilt in such a posture, so as to give a cold and silent catharsis:

Let me out!.