Late at night.

The small mountain village, which had been boiling for nearly two days, was once again restored to tranquility.

Dozens of families were home to this barren land, and by this moment, the lights had already been turned off and the doors had been closed.

Only the old Jing family at the head of the village is still dimly lit, and Yingying is flickering with a few figures.

In the dilapidated courtyard, two coffins lay horizontally in it, and since there was no decent paint, the coffins were all painted with resin to seal the gaps.

On one side of the coffin sat several elderly people, even at this point, there was still no hint of sleepiness, and a pair of eyes were firmly fixed on the several young people opposite.

From time to time, several elderly women added coins made of grass rolls to the stone basin in front of the coffin, and the flickering light reflected in the whole picture suddenly rendered the whole picture gloomy.

After a long time, the middle-aged man who was sitting in the middle of several old men hesitated for a moment and couldn't help but sigh, "Alas, I said Dazhu, it's been nearly two days, but I don't know whether Xiao Chong's child is alive or dead?"

There was a bit of worry in the old man's voice, but as soon as the old man's words fell, the quiet scene immediately became boiling.

The first to walk out was a middle-aged man, after listening to the old man's words, a swarthy face suddenly appeared a trace of anger that could not be concealed, a pair of eyes drifted towards the distant mountains and forests, but he pulled the door and said loudly, "Hmph, Uncle Li, you don't have to say good things for Jing Chong, I said a long time ago, that kid is not a thing at all, he killed his parents is unusual, this time he must have absconded in fear of crime, if it really falls into my hands, I will be beaten to death!"

Dazhu's answer seemed to be very approved by others, and as soon as the words fell, it immediately caused everyone to gnash their teeth.

"That's right, that kid is not dead enough, Brother Jing died too miserably, it's all that beast!"

"Who doesn't know that he has congenital tyranny disorder!

......?

One by one, the small courtyard suddenly became aggressive, and the chaotic situation was out of control.

Obviously, Uncle Li didn't expect that his words would suddenly cause such a movement, he couldn't help frowning, he stood up with a trembling body, and after coughing violently, he waved his palm again and again to stop everyone.

"Although Lao Jing's family has only been to our Li Jiatuo for more than ten years, but Xiao Chong's child is the one I saw at a glance, in fact, Xiao Chong is not as embarrassed as you say, in my opinion, there must be something hidden in it!

On weekdays, Uncle Li has a lot of contact with Jing Chong, so he also knows Jing Chong's temper best, but now that Jing Chong has become the target of public criticism, even if he has the heart, he can't argue, at this time Uncle Li still wants to say two more words of defense, but when he saw everyone's indignant looks, he had to change the conversation and talked about the funeral of the Jing family and his wife.

But at this moment, in a corner of the Jing family's mansion, at the moment when Uncle Li's words fell, there was already a figure sobbing in pain, and his dark face was slightly pale under the dim light.

A pair of deep and cold eyes flickered, and there were already a touch of hot tears dripping down his cheeks like pearls with broken threads, and his cold face was exposed under the light of the bright moon, this person was Jing Chong, who had just rushed back from the mountain.

On the way back, Jing Chong hastily picked some wild fruits in the mountains to satisfy his stomach temporarily, so he had completely recovered his physical strength, and he seemed to be more energetic.

As soon as he returned home, he saw a slender figure in his courtyard, and when he heard that it was Uncle Li and Dazhu who talked about him, he unconsciously stopped and chose to listen quietly.

Of course, the reason why he cried so hard to suppress this time was not only because he saw the coffin lying horizontally in the courtyard, but also because of Uncle Li's unquestionable trust, and now he has long been rumored to be a devil who does all kinds of evil, but only this old man who is old loves him as always.

"What should I do? Although this old Jing brother has only been in our Li family for more than ten years, everyone knows that he is a warm-hearted person, which one of the villagers has not been helped by him? But as the saying goes, if you die, you will die, and you will die a hundred, and no one can imagine that the old Jing family is doing such a thing today, what can we do as neighbors? Let's just raise some money to handle the funeral!"

After a short period of calm, a middle-aged man came out of the young crowd in the courtyard again, different from Dazhu, who seemed slightly kind at this time, and he spoke slowly and convincingly, and no one objected for a while.

It was only at this time that Uncle Li took a deep breath and nodded approvingly, he stood up again, pondered for a moment and then said, "As Dalin said, the matter of the funeral expenses has been solved, but without the crying of filial sons and grandsons, it is still a problem!" Uncle Li spread his hands, and another problem was placed on the surface.

There is a legend in the village that after the death of a person, the soul will be captured by the oni sent by the lord of Yama, and at the time of judgment, the onicha will be frantically whipped with a whip, and if the crying of future generations is heard at this time, the onicha will be beaten a little lighter accordingly.

If there is no descendant to send them to the end, then the ghost's ruthless whip will immediately make the deceased scattered, and it will be difficult to survive the next reincarnation.

Of course, there are also some such existences, those rich and powerful people distributed in the tribe, because of their own face, but whenever they encounter the death of an elder, most of them will invite some professional "filial sons and grandsons", those people rely on this to eat, crying is very hard, under normal circumstances, crying will have a lot of income.

But in this poor and remote mountain village, such a spacious scene is simply impossible, even if the whole village is exhausted, it is impossible to invite the arrival of "filial sons and grandsons".

And the old Jing family was originally an outsider, and his mother Li Shi, although he was an authentic Li Jiatuo, but his mother's family Ding Buwang had no close relatives, and the only one who could get close to them was probably this respected Uncle Li.

Uncle Li is his mother's second uncle and Jing Chong's second grandfather, but he has no children and no daughters under his knees, so it is impossible for anyone to come out to act as a filial son and grandson, and Uncle Li is old, so he only pins his hopes on the people in the village.

However, most of the mourners are descendants of their descendants, who would like ordinary people to get involved in this bad luck? ?

As the saying goes, it is cold for people to go to tea, and it is not easy for the people in the village to work together to hold a funeral for Lao Jing's family, so how can they ask for anything else?

I can't help but Uncle Li's thoughts swirl suddenly, now that he has entered the sixtieth century, there are fewer and fewer days left, but I don't know what kind of fate he will end up in a hundred years?

Thinking of this, Uncle Li's eyes became weak and weak, and tears glistened in his eyes, and he could only comfort the old heart with desolation and bitterness.

"That's ......!"?

The lost Uncle Li slowly trembled his lips, and he opened his mouth to announce that he had given up his plan to recruit filial sons and grandchildren.

However, at this moment, the courtyard door of the Jing family was gently touched, and finally pushed open.

"Squeak!"

The sound of the door touching was particularly harsh in the quiet of the night, and soon brought a pair of stunned eyes.

Rubbing their eyes, when everyone really saw the outsiders clearly, the atmosphere that had been silent suddenly boiled again.

The first one to break out of the door was the indignant big pillar, only to see him waving a palm the size of a bear's paw, and unceremoniously slashed towards the figure outside the door!

"Smack!"

There was a crisp sound, and the air was accompanied by the angry roar of the big pillar, "You rebellious brute, you really have the face to come back!"