"My son, how did you ...... on your eighteenth birthday? My wretched child......" I saw an old woman of about forty years old lying on the coffin crying. Beside her stood a man of her age caressing her back, saying something as if to comfort her, but this man's eyes were also full of tears, presumably her husband.

"Okay, Brother Zhang, it's almost time, it's time to go to the funeral." Following the voice, a gray-haired old man with a goatee looked kind, but his voice was solemn and angry.

"Village chief, no one wants such a thing to happen in anyone's family, so let's take a final look at our children." The man's tone was full of sadness and helplessness. Yes, if anyone's child is gone, the parent is not like this.

"Brother Zhang, I understand your pain, but this is the rule of our village, anyone who dies unexpectedly must be buried within an hour, otherwise it will be bad for the village, and there will be bad luck."

"Village chief, you are giving me more time...... Before he could finish speaking, he heard the village chief shout, "Eight young and strong young men are here." As soon as the words fell, eight shirtless young men suddenly appeared, all of whom were five big and three thick, and they looked like they were scared.

"I'll see who dares, and whoever comes over will step on me first." The old woman's eyes were full of tears, and her tone was full of anger and emotion.

I saw the old woman take out a broom from behind the door and point it at the eight young men, looking like she was at home.

"Brother Zhang, look at this ......." When the village chief saw this, his tone was full of helplessness, and he didn't expect things to evolve to this extent.

The old woman's husband clenched his fists with both hands, and his face was flushed, but under the pressure of the village chief, he gradually let go of his fists, hugged the old woman, and said something in his ear, the old woman threw the broom on the ground, and cried heartbreakingly, her cry made people feel very desolate, and everyone present was infected by this cry, giving people a feeling of wanting to cry.

"Alright, ready, funeral." The village chief sighed after speaking, and seemed to feel very helpless, and seemed to be very dissatisfied with this matter.

The village chief came to the coffin and said solemnly: "It's time, young men, cover the coffin." I saw that the eight young men lifted the lid of the coffin, closed it slowly, tied the two thick ropes they had brought to the coffin, tied the knots, and found two thick sticks to wear inside.

"Okay, everything is ready, no matter who it is, you can't cry, in case he doesn't want to leave, it's really a crime, Brother Zhang, do you understand?" Brother Zhang nodded, and the village chief looked at his wife, who nodded helplessly under his persuasion.

"Okay, carry the coffin and go." The coffin was instantly lifted up by eight young men and walked all the way to the hill behind the village.

Along the way, the old village chief led the way to the front, eight young men carried the coffin and walked behind, and behind were the family members and villagers of the deceased.

Along the way, there was not a trace of crying, the whole team bowed their heads and hurried in silence, only the occasional song of insects and birds, as if telling something, perhaps expressing mourning for the dead, or perhaps criticizing the "rules" of the village.

When they came to the burial site, a big pit had been dug by the villagers, and the village chief said solemnly: "Okay, bury." "The coffin was slowly lowered into the pit by eight young men." "Seal the soil" another order, and eight young men brought shovels to fill in the soil. The parents of the deceased sat on the ground, staring at what was happening in front of them, their eyes blank and their faces full of sorrow.

There was not a cry, only the sound of a shovel shoveling the earth. Perhaps in their eyes this is not superstition, but "rules".