There was the sound of walking footsteps outside the living room, maybe it was Zhang Lin and they got up. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info I didn't think much of it, and immediately rolled out of bed and hurried towards the living room. After a brief breakfast, I cleaned up the table and hurried out the door.

The funeral home is on the outskirts, and it takes more than half an hour to drive there from the city. Along the way, I looked around boredly, aimlessly, and I really couldn't recall what I had seen. All I know is that the car passed through village after village, and gradually changed from a wide asphalt road to a somewhat narrow mud road paved with stones and dirt. When you get there, you don't see a single village, not even a farmhouse. It's a very remote road, with no pedestrians, and only the occasional car passing by at a fast pace. The road is a bit potholed, and the surrounding area is full of trees as far as the eye can see, as well as all kinds of unknown wildflowers and grasses.

It's been a bumpy ride. The mind couldn't squeeze out any ideas, and it was all hollowed out by the trembling along the way. I even felt my soul rushing out of my body, fluttering to ascend to another world. The smell of wildflowers and weeds wafted in from the window, and a new, thick earthy smell crept into my nose.

It's the outskirts of the suburbs, and no one comes here on purpose, except for important things, of course. The important thing mentioned here is, of course, inseparable from this funeral home. All the people who came were sad and sad. I don't know how long it took, but the car finally stopped in a place that seemed very silent. Somehow, from the moment I got out of the car, I felt uncomfortable, and I couldn't tell what I was worried about. It's just that it evokes a very distant and deep memory in the depths of the human psyche. A gust of wind blew, carrying a fishy sweet smell, but this strange fishy sweet smell had a suffocating magic. I frowned slightly, and subconsciously covered my lips, as if trying to stop this strange smell from entering my lungs.

Zhang Lin led us forward for a while, about two or three hundred meters. From a distance, I could vaguely see the words "funeral home" hanging in the air, and the plaque seemed to have the role of guiding the way. Before I knew it, we had arrived at the door of the funeral home, and I looked up and stared at the plaque with blazing eyes. This plaque is a match for this old building, and it is all lifeless and lifeless. It's just that when I stare at it, I always feel that there are countless pairs of eyes staring at me greedily at the same time, and I am so frightened by this thought that my hair stands on end, and I can't help but tremble a little.

I poked my head out and scanned around, looking into the depths of the dead woods, and I felt as if something was watching me closely, and it was irritating. There is a black and slimy path in the deep forest, I don't know what it does, it is as rugged as a labyrinth, and people can't help but be curious and yearning. However, the trees and grass here grew surprisingly tall and strong, covering most of the ground, and the branches of the trees were crowded like a redeemer looking up to the sky, silently praying for whose fault. Looking at the boundless deep forest, we always feel that there are countless resentful spirits struggling in pain, or whining and roaring, looking at us greedily, or perhaps, with more terrifying expressions, but they cleverly avoid our sight and do not notice them.

A scary thought suddenly crossed my head. What if these terrible resentful spirits poured out of the nest? Can we escape? Although Bai Xuanzhi knows a little bit of Taoism, can he cope with the thousands of resentful spirits? Perhaps, we will be trampled into meat sauce in this powerful kick and tap team. The more I think about it, the creepi it feels. I simply put away these terrible delusions, shrugged my shoulders, and tried to suppress the messy nonsense. Bai Xuanzhi looked at me with sharp eyes on the side, his eyes were slightly puzzled, "What are you looking at? He raised his eyebrows and said in a calm tone.

Hearing this, I immediately turned around, not daring to look around. Zhang Lin suddenly approached me and whispered in a trembling voice: "Xiaoqing, when you get here, you still listen to Xuanzhi's words, after all, this is a place for dead people, you have to be careful in everything, you know?" he said word by word, but I could hear that there was still a little tremor in his voice. I nodded and said no more.

Although it was extremely quiet, Bai Xuanzhi, who was standing next to him, heard it in his ears. He smiled, reached over and touched my face, and looked at me teasingly, "You can not listen to me, but you will suffer a little along the way." I widened my eyes and slapped him, I couldn't see him so proud.

didn't stay long, Zhang Lin took us in. As soon as I entered, the mourning hall was set up. Everything is ready, presumably the two of them arranged it early last night, and the rest is to let the staff help prepare. To be honest, in today's society, as long as you have money, everything is easy to do, if you don't have money, everything is not to be discussed. As the ancient Roman poet Jade Waina said, there are two things that people desperately want - bread and entertainment. That's what it means.

I stood on one side, clothed in sackcloth and with white flowers on my head. Zhang Lin told me to just keep squatting and burning the paper, and leave the rest to him and Bai Xuanzhi, first, to take care of my ankle injury, and second, to prevent me from making mistakes in a daze. For Zhang Lin's arrangement, I think it is very appropriate. The light in the hall was a little dim and dim, and the entire mourning hall was completely silent, deathly silent. There was a coffin in the middle of the mourning hall, and Sister Chen was lying inside. Zhang Lin asked someone to put on makeup for Sister Chen, and now Sister Chen looks like she is asleep, except for the powder on her face is too pale, there is nothing else weird.

On a square wooden offering table, there is a black and white posthumous photo, in which Sister Chen is smiling, and a pair of dark eyes are staring at all the people in the mourning hall. There is also a small square table in front of the posthumous photo, on which a spirit card is placed, and the spirit card is written in cinnabar with the spiritual seat of the deceased daughter Ma Xiaochen. The paper banner of the white flower stands on one side, and it looks heavy. On either side of the table, a pair of boys and girls stood quietly. They were smiling, motionless, without a trace of life, and their eyes were staring straight into a corner, as if they were looking at someone. Somehow, when I look at this pair of paper figures, I always feel an indescribable weirdness. Maybe I'm too careful. I secretly comforted myself that I didn't dare to think too much, and the more I thought about this situation, the more I would be frightened.

The moment I turned my head, I felt the eyes of the paper figures turn, from staring vacantly into a corner to the doorway. I gasped, turned my head again to look at the pair of paper figures, and it seemed that nothing had changed. Maybe everything just now is just an illusion, it's all an illusion, it's just a paper figure, nothing to be afraid of. Although I thought so in my heart, I always felt that the sudden turn of the pair of godless eyes was not the illusion I thought. Maybe I'm too nervous. The dead silence around me, and the fact that the atmosphere was so heavy that it would create a visual illusion, I tried my best to soothe my irritable heart, but my hands and feet trembled involuntarily. The fear is really endless.