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Time blink of an eye, and at dusk, the three of them sat around the table, made some coarse grain rice at random, and fried two dishes.

A few days ago, the three of them ate wild fruits for many days, and then they thought about eating something, after all, they were all people with a bit of cultivation, and they would not be so hungry.

Today, the three of them had their own thoughts, and no one had an appetite, so they ate some at will, and Jiang Futing and Cheng Da asked Cheng Ming to clean up the table.

The two of them were sitting and drinking tea when they heard a few knocks on the door outside, which caused the dog to bark wildly.

Jiang Futing and Cheng Da glanced at each other, Cheng Da glanced at the movement diagonally opposite the courtyard, and saw that the door of the house was tightly closed, so he got up and went to open the door.

As soon as I walked to the door, I only heard the dim light, the door creaked open, Aunt Lin had already come out, and it didn't take long to arrive at the door and open the courtyard door.

Cheng Da, who arrived at the door, retreated again, and there was a faint sound of talking in the courtyard, but the voice was too small, and Jiang Futing and Cheng Da didn't hear anything.

But soon they found out, and saw Aunt Lin leading a few villagers into the courtyard and into Aunt Lin's house.

Jiang Futing and Cheng Da didn't speak, both of them stared at the courtyard, and after a while, they saw a flash of white flowers at the door of Aunt Lin's house, paper work! Burn for the dead.

Jiang Futing frowned, he was in such a hurry to be buried?!

A white paper-mâché horse, followed by two papier-mâché boys and girls, about the same height as a boy of seven or eight years old.

The boy was wearing a blue coat, and in the dim light, he could still see two black eyes, as well as the corners of his mouth that were torn apart, and a strange smile.

The girl was dressed in red, with two pigtails on her head, and she was also grinning weirdly.

Cheng Da gasped, retracted his gaze suddenly, noticed Jiang Futing's puzzled gaze, touched his head with a little embarrassment, and whispered: "This... It's scary to look at~"

It's too similar to a living person, Cheng Daxin said, I didn't expect Aunt Lin's paper making skills to be so good~

After a while, the small courtyard was full of paper-bound things, in addition to tall horses, boys and girls, as well as cornucopias, entire courtyards, bowls and chopsticks, clothes, etc., which were used by living people, basically all of them.

A few villagers probably didn't expect that there would be so manpower, there was not enough manpower, and there was a dispute for a while, the corners of Jiang Futing's mouth hooked, and Tong Cheng Da glanced at each other, "Do you need help?" ”

The villagers stopped arguing, turned their heads and saw that it was Jiang Futing and Cheng Da, and the villagers led by them hesitated and said, "No~"

"It's... So much, I don't think you can get it, and you'll have to run again later, this time and again, won't this delay things? ”

When a few villagers heard this, they felt that what they said was reasonable, and the villagers led by them rolled their eyes, thinking to themselves: It's just to help them bring things over, there should be nothing wrong, right?

Thinking about it like this, the villagers led by them nodded in agreement, and Cheng Da and Jiang Futing helped take the paper work and followed them out.

By the time Aunt Lin tidied up the house and came out to look, they had already gone far, she pouted and went back to the yard.

Along the way, Cheng Da was talkative and intended to have a good relationship with a few villagers, so he picked up a few interesting things to tell the villagers, most of which were made up casually.

Unexpectedly, these villagers listened to it with relish, and asked vigorously after finishing, Cheng laughed and finished speaking, and the relationship was suddenly closer.

As soon as the villagers led by him were introduced, Jiang Futing and Cheng Da learned that his name was Lin Dayong, and he lived in the village, and this time he was here to help the principal's family.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Jiang Futing asked, such funerals are three to seven days.

"Uh, this ...... Ahem, customs, customs! Lin Dayong snorted.

Jiang Futing just saw that a villager behind Lin Dayong bumped into him, but he didn't poke it, and hooked the corners of his mouth.

Soon arrived at the family where the funeral had been held, Lin Dayong waved his hand and called other villagers to help, and nodded to Jiang Futing and Cheng Da to thank him.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's just a trivial matter, you don't have to be polite~" Cheng Da waved his hand, looking like he didn't care at all.

"Hehe~" Lin Dayong smiled.

Jiang Futing was silent, listening to Cheng Datong and Lin Dayong's warm farewell, and turned around to leave with him, but was stopped by Lin Dayong behind him, and soon brought two glasses of wine over, with a simple and silly look, "Drink some, go back and warm up~"

Jiang Futing and Cheng Da took it with a smile, and they didn't shirk it, they raised their heads and drank.

Lin Dayong was very happy to see this, and said to Cheng Dahe and Jiang Futing: "Enough guys! We'll drink it another day~"

"Okay~" Cheng Da and Jiang Futing nodded in response, then turned around and left.

However, before they could go far, they heard the voices of other villagers and Lin Dayong behind them.

"Brother Dayong, why do you have to be nice to them, they are a trouble in our village for a day~" The speaker lowered his voice, but Jiang Futing and Cheng Da still heard it.

"Shut up! What are you saying, people are kind enough to help us, how can we ......" Lin Dayong's voice lowered.

"Brother Dayong, I didn't say it, I always think these outsiders are weird, so be careful~"

Jiang Futing and Cheng Da glanced at each other, the corners of their mouths hooked slightly, they didn't speak, they raised their feet and continued to walk, there was a smell of burning ashes in the air.

"Xiao Jiang, have you smelled ......" Cheng Da pointed his nose, and stopped talking, in order to avoid suspicion these days, Xiao Jiang screamed more and more smoothly.

Jiang Futing nodded, "Well, there is the smell of burning rune paper~"

"It turned out to be true, I thought I had a problem with my nose~" Cheng Dadao, he smelled a little strange just now, but he wasn't so sure, because there was still the smell of paper money~

However, Jiang Futing smelled more things than him, in addition to the yellow charm, there was also incense ash and a faint smell of blood, these things, he could probably guess, were to dispel evil spirits, why should they be used on a nearly centenarian?

Jiang Futing became more and more puzzled, his face sank, and he followed Cheng Da all the way back to Lin Da's house in silence.

When I returned to the courtyard, I saw Cheng Ming looking around, and only when I saw them coming back did I settle down, and when the two of them entered the house, I whispered: "Aunt Lin chased after me and asked a few words, it seems that I am quite worried about you~"

Jiang Futing and Cheng Da nodded, signaling that they understood.

"I see that Mr. Lin's family is in a hurry to hold a funeral, and the villagers are also mysterious, something is wrong~" Cheng Dadao.

"Go explore at night~" Jiang Futing said.

Cheng Da wanted to go, but Cheng Ming pouted and looked like he wanted to go, Cheng Da had no choice but to tell Jiang Futing, and Jiang Futing nodded and agreed.

It was completely dark, and the night in the countryside was quiet, except for the occasional barking of dogs.

The three of them went to bed to rest, closed their eyes to recuperate, and when it was almost time to get closer, Jiang Futing and Cheng Ming got up quietly and went to Old Man Lin's house.

Cheng Da told him several times before letting Cheng Ming go with Jiang Futing.

The two took advantage of the night to take advantage of the night, and arrived at Mr. Lin's house in the blink of an eye, but at this moment, in the middle of the night, the courtyard of the house was actually brightly lit, and the villagers were all plain white, going in and out, and they seemed to be extremely busy.

Jiang Futing and Cheng Ming hid in the dark, and when they looked into the courtyard, they saw oil lamps burning in four directions in the courtyard, and there were incense ashes sprinkled on the ground.

He moved his nose slightly, and he smelled blood, and soon his eyes fell on the ground of the courtyard.

Be... It's black dog blood!

Jiang Futing's eyes darkened a little more, the black dog's blood drove away evil spirits, the corners of his mouth tightened, and he became more and more sure that this old man did not die naturally, but that there was something strange~

Just as he was thinking, there was movement in the courtyard, and a Mr. Yin and Yang wearing a yellow-robed Taoist uniform, shaking a bell in his hand, closing his eyes, and chanting words in his mouth, walked out, carrying out a small coffin, and then a big one.

Cheng Ming's eyes widened when he saw this scene, and he was about to ask, but he was signaled by Jiang Futing to shut up, and soon the group walked out of the courtyard.

In front of them, the villagers held two papier-mâché boys and girls to open the way, and then the villagers carried lamps, all kinds of paper work, and the lamps emitted a dim light, illuminating the road in the dark night.

The Mr. Yin and Yang shook the copper bell as he walked, making a crisp sound, and the cold air was gusting, followed by the villagers carrying the two coffins, and a group of villagers with indifferent faces, wearing high white hats, who should be the relatives of the old man.

"This ...... How can there be two coffins here? I only heard that the Lin family went to Old Man Lin alone~" Cheng Ming said in a low voice.

"Shhhh

Along the way, the funeral procession was unusually silent, there was no crying or blowing, and the relatives of the villagers and the old man had serious faces, and there was no sadness on their faces.

Jiang Futing and Cheng Ming followed, and suddenly saw the coffin that was originally being carried well, and with the footsteps of the coffin bearer, the coffin also swayed, causing the group to scream and disperse in a panic.

There was a commotion in the team, and the villagers showed a little panic and fear on their faces, so they listened to Mr. Yin Yang snort coldly, "What are you panicking about?" Let's go! ”

As he spoke, he increased his strength, shook the copper bell twice, and his mouth vibrated with words.

The villagers who had been scolded immediately regained their composure, stabilized the coffin they were carrying, and continued to walk forward with a white face.

Jiang Futing glanced at Cheng Ming behind him and asked, "Did you notice anything?" ”

"There's... There is resentment! ”

When Jiang Futing heard this, his expression eased and said, "Yes, let's go, let's follow." ”

They followed all the way, and soon followed the funeral villagers to the back mountain, but strangely, a large coffin was carried to the ancestral grave, while the small coffin was carried towards the path on the other side.

Cheng Ming and Jiang Futing glanced at each other in confusion and followed separately.

Jiang Futing walked along the path for a short time, and after passing through a forest, they came to a barren meadow.

Under the firelight, I saw a dense patch of small graves, and the village chief and many villagers stood in front of a cemetery that had been dug a long time ago, and waited when they saw Mr. Yin and Yang coming.

The village chief took the initiative to greet him, and Jiang Futing heard the village chief ask Mr. Yin and Yang, "Why are you late?" ”

Mr. Yin Yang opened his mouth to explain, saying, "Something happened on the way~"

When the village chief heard Mr. Yin Yang say this, his face was a little unpleasant, and he turned his head and instructed the villagers: "Hurry up and bury it, the time is coming~"

"Yes~"

There was no sorrow, no crying, all the villagers seemed to be chased by ghosts, buried the earth three times and divided five by two, burned the boys and girls, and Mr. Yin and Yang did a ritual for a while, and the group hurried back.

Cheng Ming also came back, and said to this Jiang Futing: "The coffin was buried by the Lin family, I also took a closer look, and a tombstone was erected on the grave, and the name of Old Man Lin was written on it~"