A waist-length fence blocks the outside world and the house, and people who are a little taller can walk in directly, and they don't know what the use of this fence is.

The old man opened the door tremblingly with the key, the dark door opened, and a huge coffin rested at the gate, like a giant beast lurking in the dark.

Standing outside just now, I only saw a corner of the coffin, and Huang Yu thought it was a water tank or something, but who knew that it was a dark coffin.

The coffin is engraved with the word "Fu" and is a female coffin.

Who put the coffin at the door? Isn't that bad luck?

"This ......," Huang Yu looked at Cuicui suspiciously.

Cuicui put her hand on the coffin, looked at the coffin fixedly with black eyes, and said lightly: "It's my coffin." ”

Bang dang! The big iron door behind him was slammed shut by the old man, Huang Yu frowned, and subconsciously took a step back.

After speaking, Cuicui raised her head, pulled her mouth, and showed her big white teeth, "It's okay cousin, don't be afraid, my father and mother always thought I was dead and wanted to send me away, so they put the coffin at the door and wanted me to lie in." I'm not dead, they don't have a good brain, cousin, don't be surprised. ”

"Okay, good," Huang Yu nodded, pretending to be very scared, and stepped back not daring to approach the coffin.

She was actually observing, and the coffin always gave her an ominous feeling, as if it was a man-eating monster, but she couldn't see anything unusual about the coffin.

Huang Yu wanted to wait until the evening to open the eyes of heaven and then come out to find out.

The old man didn't have any expression when he saw the coffin, he went straight inside and opened the door with the key in his hand.

Huang Yu took advantage of Cuicui's turn and touched the cold coffin with his hand, and felt a cold wind coming.

Unlike the cold wind around him, the cold air under his hands is cold from the bottom of his heart, and he feels like falling into an ice cave just by touching it.

Huang Yu quickly withdrew his fingertips and rubbed them with his thumb, finding that a touch of red appeared on his fingertips.

I put it under my nose and smelled it, and it smelled of cinnabar.

The coffin was smooth and pitch black, and it was impossible to see that there was cinnabar on it with the naked eye. Besides, Cuicui also touched the coffin just now, and cinnabar did not appear on her hands.

Huang Yu twisted his fingers in thought.

Cinnabar exorcises ghosts, Cuicui touched it but was fine......

Cuicui, who was walking in front, suddenly lifted her skirt and took a big step, as if something was blocking the ground and she had to raise her legs to pass.

But in Huang Yu's opinion, it was empty, and there was nothing.

It all fell into the eyes of the crow on the roof.

Ming Qi squinted and glanced at it, and a pair of cold eyes fell on the big coffin.

The scene he saw was completely different from what Huang Yu saw in his eyes.

The coffin was black, but it was much richer than what Huang Yu saw. There was a bunch of bird feathers tied to the head of the coffin, painted in a colorful appearance, straight and inserted, and the wind blew without the slightest flutter, obviously not something from the yang world.

The cinnabar that Huang Yu touched on his hand just now was the red paint dripping from the colorful feathers.

Most of the burial objects are mainly black and white, which family has such a colorful thing in the burial bundle?

Ying Qi tilted her head in confusion.

In Huang Yu's eyes, there were only three people in this courtyard, but in Ming Qi's eyes, the number of people had tripled.

The innermost circle of people were wearing white filial piety clothes, with a belt made of the boss's heavy, long, and wide white cloth buckled around their waists, wrapped black gauze around their sleeves, and tied white ropes in their braids.

These people's faces were pale, their eyes were deeply sunken into their sockets, their eyes were pure black and black, as if they were dotted with pen and ink, and the whites of their eyes were as white as linen, and their eyes were black and white, without a trace of brilliance.

The only color on their bodies is their lips, I don't know what they are painted with, whether they are men or women, their lips are as bright red as blood.

Some of these people were standing and some were squatting, their faces were not like living people, like a statue made of paper, indifferent and gloomy.

The two boys standing in front of the coffin were wearing red gowns, green trousers, and blue shoes, and their faces were pale with red marks painted on their faces.

The boss of the two boys' mouths, with crooked eyebrows and eyes, stood in front of the coffin with a "smile". But smiling in this kind of scene is not as comfortable as not smiling.

The two boys were also very thin, as if a gust of wind would blow their haggard and weak bodies to the roof, and it was suspected that they were not paper figures.

In front of the two boys there was an incense table, on which were neatly placed offerings and incense, and in front of it were neatly piled up of yellow paper, exactly the same as the yellow paper in the Cuicui basket.

An old woman sat next to the incense table, holding yellow paper in her hand and putting it in the brazier on the ground, which Cuicui had stepped over just now.

The old woman's bony body kept swaying in the wind, bending her waist and biting her chapped lips.

The sunset stretched the old woman's back infinitely, making her look desolate and lonely.

From the perspective of Ming Qi, you can see the side face of the old woman, the corners of her mouth are pulled down, her face is gloomy, and her eyes are colorless.

She is the leader here, everyone's eyes move with her movements, as if they are all "infected" by her, and there is silence around her, dead silence. They weren't human beings, they couldn't even breathe, and when they didn't move, it was more like they were dead.

No one made a sound, no one pierced the silence. They don't know how long they've been standing here, and they don't know how long they're going to be standing.

The old woman seemed to sense Mingqi's gaze, and she turned around slowly, every movement seemed so difficult.

A pair of cloudy eyes stared directly at the crow standing on the roof.

The men all raised their heads, and the smiles on the faces of the two boys became hideous, and they stared at the crow with their empty eyes, as if they wanted to pierce a few holes in his face, which made people feel a chill in their hearts.

Shen Qi pretended to tilt her head and flew away.

Behind him, you could still feel a pair of black eyes staring at him.

These people are strange, and Shen Qi doesn't dare to fly over in the form of a crow anymore, but he must go back to protect Huang Yu, and the best way is to live in the old man's house with the right name.

The old man took the key to open the door, but he didn't expect to open a layer of iron doors followed by a layer of wooden doors.

The old man knocked and shouted, "Old woman, open the door, I'm back." ”

Soon someone answered, and the person inside said in an old voice, "Huh? Who is it? ”

The old man said again, "It's me, your wife." ”

"Okay, you wait."

The sound of shoes shuffling in the room, and a few coughs from time to time.

Suddenly, bump! A bang.

Whoa—

The sound of pots and pans falling to the floor.

"Slow down." The old man anxiously reminded outside, "Light the lamp first, slow down." ”

There was another rummaging sound, and then the room flashed with a yellow light, and the old rickety's back was reflected in the window.

"I told her that I would light the lamp at night, but I didn't listen." The old man muttered.

Huang Yu looked at the full lights on the second floor and thought thoughtfully.

The sound of keys hitting the wooden door and the door opened.

The old man came out of the gray room, with high cheekbones, a thin countenance, and a wrinkled face that made her face as rough as tree bark. She was hunched and had a cane in her hand.

He looks ten years older than the old man.

In the dim light, I saw that his face was covered with blood, dripping down drop by drop, looking at the old man with yellowed eyes.

She didn't seem to know the pain, and her speech was a little weak, "You're back, is it snowing outside?" ”

The old man saw the blood on his wife's head, and in a panic, he tore a piece of clothing for her to cover in a panic, "Oh, why did you do it like this again, didn't I tell you, it's dark and it's dark, if you break your leg, you can buy several baskets of candles with the money for medical treatment!" ”

The old woman moved her eyes, lowered her head and was reprimanded, but did not speak.

"Don't block the door, let's go inside." The old man carried the old woman inside, the old woman raised her head, and suddenly looked at Cuicui behind the old man with bright eyes.

She was obviously frightened by the sudden appearance of Cuicui in front of her, her mouth opened and closed for a long time, her throat made a gurgling sound, and her eyes quickly became wet.

"Who are you? Isn't it Cuicui? Isn't it? Cuicui? You're Cuicui, aren't you? Cuicui! Oh my son! My emerald green! ”

She slowly covered her mouth and cried, not knowing where the strength came from, she pushed the old man away and threw herself towards Cuicui.

Cuicui quickly took two steps to catch the old woman and coaxed: "Mother, I am Cuicui, I am Cuicui." You get up first. ”

The old woman hugged her tightly, as if she was afraid that she would disappear out of thin air, "Gou Cuicui, my Cuicui, why did you come back, my mother misses you, why did you come back......" She was emotional, choked up several times and couldn't say a complete sentence, and coughed while crying, retching constantly.

Cuicui patted the old woman's back very patiently, "It's okay, it's okay, mother, I've always been there, don't cry, it's not good for your eyes, let's get up, come." ”

Huang Yu didn't expect Cuicui to be good to the old woman, which was completely different from the old man.

One is a father and the other is a mother, why is there such a big difference?

The old woman tugged on Cuicui's sleeve and said while wiping her tears: "Okay, okay, get up, my mother is happy, Cuicui, why are you back?" Aren't you supposed to be there? How did you get back! ”

The old woman suddenly changed her face, screamed like a poisonous snake, dragged Cuicui's hair and limped towards the coffin, and kept muttering:

"No, you shouldn't be here, you shouldn't be here! You go back, you go! ”

The old man hurriedly came to stop him, covered the old woman's eyes and told Cuicui to hide in the house.

"No, no, no, our girl is gone, no, she didn't come back." The old man hugged the old woman and said.

"She shouldn't have come back, she shouldn't have come back, she went to the coffin, she went there, she found someone to marry, and there was someone under the ground to accompany her. I'm so green! O poor child! The old woman began to cry, and her voice was hoarse, like the sound of sandpaper rubbing, and it was harsh and unpleasant.

Cuicui tugged at Huang Yu's sleeve and let her follow into the house.

"Auntie is like this...... Are you okay? Huang Yu asked.

Cuicui looked at the crazy old woman, shook her head, and sighed deeply.