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Sister Yao lay quietly in the coffin like this, and she would never react again, and she could no longer hear my voice. At this moment, I couldn't suppress the sadness in my heart, and tears flowed from my eyes. The truth is so cruel and brutal that it's a little sad. It felt so clear, so clear that it was a little fake.

Suddenly I noticed a woman in the corner, and the woman noticed that I was looking at her and looked up at me slightly. Her face was not very good-looking, and she looked a little bloated, or rather fat. The woman moved her lips, as if she was saying something, but she didn't make a sound. I wanted to hear what she was saying, and she slowly turned her head to look at the coffin in the center. But when I thought about it, I looked at the woman again, and found that her feet were not touching the ground, and that someone had passed by her as if they hadn't even seen her, and that it was a ghost! When I found out about this fact, I shivered, and a strange cold enveloped me, and I swallowed my saliva, but I was scared into a cold sweat behind my back. At the same moment, she suddenly smiled at me, and her smile was very strange, her mouth slowly cracked, and her body slowly became transparent until she disappeared into thin air.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew out of nowhere, lifting the white cloth covering Sister Yao's body. I glanced at it unintentionally, and suddenly I felt a chill on my body, and the hair on my whole body stood on end, and I was startled by her appearance. Her face was completely out of shape, swollen twice larger than when she was alive, pale as paper, her eyes were as white as a dead fish's eyes, but I clearly felt that she was staring straight at me, and her blood-colored eyes were extremely terrifying, and I couldn't help but shudder.

In an instant, my soul seemed to be drained, my blood was coagulated, everything was coagulated, it was like suffocating in cold water, and it felt like someone was being forced into a pool of water with my head covered and pressed into a pool of water, unable to breathe normally, struggling uselessly, waiting for death to come, desperate, helpless.

Grandpa Hu walked up, closed the dead man's eyelids, and according to local custom, stuffed a copper coin into the dead man's mouth, so that she could pay the ferryman as the money for the boat to cross the rough Yin River.

"There's no one you're looking for here, hurry up and get on your way. Grandpa Hu closed her eyes with his hand, so that she could continue the later rituals. Everyone was also frightened, and knelt down and kowtowed directly to her spirit tablet, for fear that one would accidentally annoy her, and it would not be cost-effective to ask for her life every minute.

When the ceremony was held, I felt a kind of panic, a kind of premonition for the future, and I was a little unable to stand.

Finally to the last step, the coffin was nailed, and after Grandpa Hu said something again, he shouted out: "All those who belong to the tiger, dragon, horse, and rooster must be avoided." After saying that, he was still staring at me, and after receiving the order, I followed a group of people out of the house, about two or three hundred meters away from the house.

When I returned to the hall, it was already time for the funeral. I stood at the end of the group in straw sandals, and just as I turned my gaze to another place, there was a little boy beside me, dressed in casual white, about the same age as me, with a fair and delicate face, those eyes were dark and bright, rotten like stars, and the fine eyelashes were still trembling gently, and the skin was like congealed cream.

God, this isn't a man! He's not pretty. Not at all like a rural person. That's my first impression of him.

I looked at him as if I was completely stupid, and without thinking about it, I reached out and touched his white face, well, tender, like tofu in water. Perhaps frightened by my sudden movements, or stared at by me for a long time, he was a little embarrassed, only to see his lips slightly open, and said coldly: "Have you touched enough? ”

I was also a little embarrassed, and I repeatedly said I'm sorry, I've never seen such a beautiful boy, so I can't help it. He also smiled at me and didn't blame me too much.

I simply turned my gaze to another place, and in an instant, I found a pair of red embroidered shoes standing in front of the mourning hall, and a woman in red clothes was facing away from me, I couldn't see her face clearly, but her pale skin was like the skin of a dead person, and I concluded from my experience that this woman was not a person, and it wouldn't be Sister Yao's ghost, right?

Those who didn't want to die turned their heads immediately. A cold voice rang in my ears, and he stared at my face, his dark eyes staring at me.

Although I couldn't help but have some doubts in my heart, I didn't dare to talk back at the moment, aren't you afraid of the dark when I have seen a ghost? I didn't get angry, but asked him what he said.

"How I've never seen you. What's your name?" I said in a bad tone, probably because of the cold tone he had just spoken to me.

"Bai Xuanzhi" tender and soft voice made me feel at a loss, and I couldn't help pinching his face again, pinching and pinching, and he was not angry, just standing meekly, honestly letting me, a strange person, pinch and pinch around.

After a while, he coughed lightly and motioned for me to pay attention to the occasion. I woke up suddenly, touched the back of my head embarrassedly, and laughed silly.

In this way, with a heavy heart, I followed the team to the cemetery in the back mountain.

Looking at the moment when the coffin was buried in the soil, I suddenly remembered that Grandpa Hu said that life is just a dream.

The funeral was also coming to an end, and everyone began to slowly disperse and go home. When he came back to his senses, he only found Bai Xuanzhi beside him, and Sister Yao's family surrounding Grandpa Hu, as if asking something, and grandma was also involved.

I stood quite far away from them, looking at them curiously.

"I'm a beginner disciple of Master Hu, or you can call me Senior Brother Bai!" He was about two heads taller than me, and in a moment he pulled me back to reality.

I nodded, and a gust of wind blew through his black hair.

"You know that a person who commits suicide, if he is found out because of a small resentment, or because of a crime and shame, he will take his own life, and if he is found guilty of his crime, he will be sent by the ghost to be immediately escorted to the palace of King Qin Guang for trial. These suicidal ghosts, every time they are in trouble, are as painful as they are temporary. All painful situations, as they were, reappeared, and so on, in a vicious circle. After a year or a few years, the soul is escorted, and then the soul is returned to the place where the death is sought and tormented by remorse, and he is not allowed to accept sacrifices such as soup and rice, paper silk, etc.

If the shadow of the ghost is not restrained, so that it frightens and kills people, then immediately the ghost servants with blue faces and fangs are sent to all hells to suffer. "I was amused by his little look, but more than that, I admired him for his knowledge.

He was not in a hurry or impatient, "As an introductory disciple of the Tiger Master, general knowledge still needs to be understood. In the future, I will live in the tiger master's house, and you can come to me at any time if you have any questions. There was a hint of anticipation on his face, a hint of surprise. At that time, I didn't know what his expression represented, I was just a child, and I heard that there was a child of the same age as me living in the tiger master's house, so I thought that I would have a playmate in the future, so I was very happy to meet him: "Well, I will often go to you in the future." ”

I was ten years old that year, and it was the first time we met.

It was during this time that suddenly there was a strong wind in the cemetery without warning, and the sky was overcast, and black clouds covered it, obscuring the sun and my eyes.