The people sitting around the round table had already eaten seventy-seven, eighty-eight, but fortunately, the men who drank at the few tables at home ate more slowly.

"Guangming, let Yaozi come over and have a few drinks with your uncles." Most of the men were the uncles of Jiang Yao's grandmother's family, and when they saw Jiang Guangming leading Jiang Yao over, they coaxed and said.

Although it is a virtue to advocate thrift in the whole country, in the village, the wind of comparison prevails, and the quality of the banquet on the last day directly reflects whether the family foundation is thick or not, whether the hospitality is warm or not, and whether the family attaches importance to the deceased.

Obviously, everyone here had a good time, Jiang Yao stepped forward to toast one by one with a full stomach, and then quickly left.

After three rounds of drinking, Jiang Yao also took a lot of food, and Shao Xiaoling, who felt sorry for the child, stepped forward and pulled Jiang Yao out of the table.

"Junwu, Guangming, it's almost time to pack up and set off, and you can't delay the time." Shao Shufen walked to the drunken round table and said to everyone.

Nodding their heads one by one, no matter how much they drank, they all grasped the proportion, after all, this funeral event should not be delayed.

In the area of Shaozhuang Jiang Village, the funeral time is generally around 1 pm, but Shao Shufen asked to leave at 12:40.

When the circle and two kicks in front of the spiritual shed on the street flew into the air in turn, making an earth-shattering sound, the eldest son of the family, Shaojun, the military general, dropped the rice bowl in front of the table, and the band on the ground began to play mourning music skillfully.

The band walked as they went, following the hearse pulling the coffin. According to the old rules, there are still tractors under the coffin, but the walk is very slow, the purpose is not to consume too much manpower. When the hearse arrives at the intersection of the road, it will stop for about ten minutes to carry out a smaller Yangge or stilt performance, after the performance, the person in charge takes the foreign money ticket placed on the table at the intersection, puts a group of two kicks, and then goes on the road.

In this way, after three or four intersections, and because of the slow walking, I arrived at the boundary of the ancestral cemetery, and it was more than two o'clock in the afternoon.

"Oxen, rabbits, snakes, sheep, and chickens, all avoid them first." The second grandmother stood in front of dozens of people, and shouted loudly after finishing the calculation.

One of its purposes is that the people who belong to the Xiang and Shao Qingren must leave the burial link to avoid the burial of the pool; The second is that there are too many idlers, etc., all of whom find reasons to leave, so as not to have too many idlers when Shaogong Wang comes.

Sure enough, after the cows, rabbits, snakes, sheep, and chickens wept and left in the later trucks, there were only about 20 strong men left in the cemetery.

At 2:25 in the afternoon, after everyone left, Shao Shufen asked everyone to wait for another quarter of an hour, until 2:40, when the burial sounded, everyone began to leave.

Jiang Guangming lit a whip in front of his ancestral grave, and everyone worked together to unload the coffin from the tractor at the same time. The coffin is also made of good coffins, with four large sticks interspersed between the upper and lower sides of the coffin, and it is enough for more than a dozen people to carry it. The coffin was also wrapped with ropes, which were hung by cranes that were slowly lowered by pulleys and lowered into a pre-dug grave.

And directly above the front of the coffin, that is, the position facing Shao Qingren's face, is a golden charm that Shao Shufen personally pasted several times larger than usual, and the characters on the golden charm are written on the excellent quality cinnabar stroke by stroke.

As everyone focused on the coffin, the place below the golden charm began to flutter in the wind, when in fact there was no wind at all on this dreary afternoon.

Shao Shufen stood in the distance, but shook her head in a low voice and said that it was not good.

And the originally gloomy sky was unconsciously dyed blood-red, and suddenly became a blood-colored remnant sun, but there were still a few hours before the sunset.

The crowd had never seen such a scene, and they all lowered the ropes in their hands, and the coffin fell to the ground with a clatter, and fell to the bottom of the grave.

"Don't let go!" Shao Shufen stepped forward and shouted at everyone, and then said, "Straighten the coffin!" ”

The sturdy men picked up the ropes under them again, changed their postures, and straightened the misplaced coffin.

At this time, in the blood-colored air where everyone had just diverted their attention, there was a burst of laughter that shocked everyone.

Everyone put down the rope in their hands again and looked at each other, but Shao Shufen shouted towards the bleak sky: "Master, for my sake, let my brother-in-law be buried first, everything is easy to say, and the deceased rest in peace." As she spoke, Shao Shufen fell to her knees.

Shao Shufen knelt down, and a group of men looked at the respected Shao Shufen for some reason, which god and Buddha were kneeling, and who the master in his mouth was. But seeing Shao Shufen kneeling down to the sky, in the blood-colored space, a gap was torn out of thin air, and a person the size of a sesame mung bean began to slowly walk towards the ancestral grave. People are getting bigger and bigger, but they are only big to a certain limit, that is, about three or four meters.

The demon who came out of the blood-colored crack stood in front of Shao Shufen, who was still kneeling on the ground, with his hands behind his back, and said contemptuously: "Your face? With me, you don't deserve to save face. ”

Everyone was already frightened, and the authority in their hearts had become worthless in front of this strange old man.

"Who are you in? Didn't look at the burial? Got to add to the bad luck? "The strong-blooded village 'Shao Daring' pointed at this strange person who was as short as a naughty boy and scolded the street.

Shao Gong Wang didn't move, the corners of his mouth slanted, and with just a slight wave of his right hand, the illusory huge bloody hand pressed Jiang Yao's brother-in-law 'Shao Daring' to death on the yellow earth.

Although he did not injure his life, he fell to the ground and could not move; Although no one was killed, the twenty-odd sturdy men were panicked and messed up at the moment.

"Let these people go, Master." Shao Shufen didn't stop it, got up and knelt down again, kowtowing deeply.

"Master? What I regret the most in my life is that I accepted the two of you to eat things outside the house, and today I will clean up the portal, and everything related to the Shao family will have to disappear from the world. "Shao Gong Wang said cruelly, and pressed the blood-colored giant palm down, although it was illusory, but it still pressed the yellow earth out of a huge palm print, 'Shao Daring' is not much to say, the body pressure is deformed, the internal organs are damaged, and the seven orifices are bleeding black blood, although he is not dead, there is only one breath left.

At the same time, he stretched out his free right foot and kicked away Shao Shufen, who was kneeling for a long time.

"Old thing, don't finish." Jiang Yao, who had everything in his eyes, didn't want anyone to be hurt, and at this time, he no longer had to hold back all his anger, because everyone saw the demon's true heart.

Jiang Yao took out the Sanqing Bell from his pocket, and with the Qingshan Trick Mantra, he shook the Sanqing Bell non-stop. It's just that he was horrified in his heart, Shaogong Wang in front of him was no longer traumatized before, and Sanqingling didn't have half the power before.

Shao Gong Wang's waist and crotch twisted, and a stream of blood and qi around him surged, and then swung away a few meters away, knocking Jiang Yao, who was confused in his heart, a few meters away, and the black and gold bell in his hand was also thrown out.

Shaogong Wang's number one enemy is still this hairy boy Jiang Yao, so an illusory figure picked it up, and proudly reached out to pinch Jiang Yao, who was about to land.

Just as he was succeeding, a golden sword with golden light galloped behind him and passed through his shoulder. The golden sword landed almost at the same time as Jiang Yao, inserted in Jiang Yao's heel, and Jiang Yao recognized at a glance this peachwood sword with golden light.

And Shaogong Wang couldn't help but scream miserably, and black blood began to ooze from his left shoulder. Forcibly looking back, a dry old man was flying in the air, stretching out his palm and slapping it directly on his chest. The figure of Shaogong Wang remained, and an illusory bloody human form remained in place, allowing the old man to pass through with his palm, but he flashed behind the old man.

"Master Liu, watch your back." Jiang Yao recognized at a glance that it was Liu Huanbai, the university dormitory manager, Master Liu, and the person shouting behind him was Yang Jinghui, who was in his thirties and dressed strangely, Brother Yang.

Lao Liu's kung fu is very good, and at the same time as Yang Jinghui spoke, he took the position behind him with a side whip kick, and kicked it to the bloody humanoid.

Lao Liu stood firmly, picked up the peachwood sword beside him, and keenly observed the surrounding environment, but there was no trace of it as far as his eyes could see.

"He's there." Jiang Yao got up and pointed to the position a hundred meters away, it was Shaogong Wang who was holding his chest and gasping for air.

"I advise you to do less evil things, and if you do more injustice, you will kill yourself, although I am not as good as you, I still will not let you go." Lao Liu spat out the phlegm of the elderly, used the sound transmission skill of the Flying Dragon Sect, and shouted into the distance with his throat.

Jiang Yao saw that Shaogong Wang, who had been staying in place, turned around and left unwillingly at this time.

But Lao Liu shouted at the people who had already been frightened, "Buried!" But everyone trembled their legs, and the soles of their feet were smeared with oil.

There are only a dozen or so close relatives left, counting Lao Liu and Brother Yang, to complete the aftermath project.