The scale of the ancient tomb was huge, and Wang Dequan wandered around the tomb for most of the night, and finally found the exit before dawn.

On the way back from the ancient tomb, Wang Dequan was afraid of being bumped into, so he especially picked the path that was inaccessible.

This detour takes longer.

On the way back, Wang Dequan ate the winter solstice dumplings that his nephew gave him yesterday.

The dumplings were already cold, half of them were eaten, and after drinking two sips of mountain spring water on the side of the road, Wang Dequan felt that his stomach was very distended and uncomfortable.

What made him even more uncomfortable was that his body was getting more and more itchy.

At this time, it can be described as "extremely itchy".

Lifting his sleeves, Wang Dequan found a few red dots on his arms.

The red dots are itchy and unbearable.

This itch is even worse than being bitten by a bed bug.

Wang Dequan thought: The forests and ancient tombs are not clean, there are all kinds of insects, they may have been bitten by insects, and it should be good to go back and rub some wind and oil essence.

The itching on his body upset Wang Dequan, and to make matters worse, he began to have headaches.

Enduring the itching and pain, dragging his tired legs, he finally carried a large bag of clay pots taken out of the ancient tomb to the entrance of the village.

Afraid of being bumped into by the villagers, Wang Dequan hid in the woods at the entrance of the village for more than an hour, until it was dark, there was no one on the streets of the village, snow was falling in the sky, touching the night, and quietly rushed home.

When I came back from the ancient tomb, it was already the night of the second day of the beginning of winter.

Wang Dequan was too tired and uncomfortable.

When I got back to the house, I closed the door, put my backpack on the bedside, and I didn't have time to check the treasure I had brought back from the tomb, so I fell asleep on the bed.

Sleeping in a daze until midnight, Wang Dequan woke up uncomfortably.

He felt as if his head was about to explode from within, and his chest was suffocating.

He wanted to get out of bed and drink some water, but he couldn't stand at all, and with a "bang", he fell to the ground next to the bed.

He wanted to take a breath and ease up, but he didn't expect to inhale it in one breath, but his throat smelled fishy.

Blood!

He gasped for thick, bloody phlegm.

I didn't care about coughing up bloody phlegm, my stomach churned, and a mouthful of dirty blood and dumplings from the day were spit out.

Stained blood and rice residues sprayed all over the ground.

Wang Dequan panicked, wanted to ask for help, and tried to crawl towards the door.

But he was weak, his chest was torn apart by his cough, and every piece of flesh and bone in his body ached.

He tried to shout "help" and did his best, but when his voice reached his throat, there was only a low "goo".

Thick, bloody phlegm blocked his throat.

Wang Dequan couldn't breathe, and the whole portrait was immersed in water.

He wanted to breathe, but it was useless, the air entered through his mouth and nose, but the lungs were full of thick and thick phlegm, and the air could not enter the alveoli.

The blood vessels in his neck were already blue and angry, his lips began to turn purple, blood gushed from the corners of his mouth, his face turned black, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Wang Dequan only has air intake, no air out.

When the tomb returned, he died in the middle of the night.

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It was snowy overnight, and it cleared up early in the morning.

Younger brother Wang Dehua's family.

Wang Dehua's daughter-in-law urged him to go to his brother's house to get the thermos box for dumplings, "Anbang was urgently transferred back to the company on a business trip yesterday morning, and when he left, he said that his uncle went to the mountains to hunt and could return at night." I went to his uncle's house yesterday evening to see, the door is still locked, you go to see it again this morning, and by the way, bring the thermos box back, and use it next time you deliver food. ”

Wang Dehua was also worried about his brother, "It snowed all night last night, don't be trapped in the mountains, big brother, I have to go and see." ”

The younger brother walked all the way to the door of his brother Wang Dequan's house.

The gate is locked from the inside, indicating that the person has returned from the mountain.

However, according to the character of the eldest brother, the sun has risen high, and people should get up early.

Looking through the crack in the wooden door and looking into the courtyard, there was a thin layer of snow, and there were no footprints.

It seems that the eldest brother has not gotten up yet, at least since the snow stopped, people have been out of the yard.

Continuing to look in, his younger brother Wang Dehua "chuckled" in his heart.

I saw that the door of the hall was half open, and half of my hand was peeking out from under the crack in the door, and I was motionless.

Oh no, something happened!

The younger brother Wang Dehua kicked the door with his foot and kicked twice, and the wooden door of the compound that had been in disrepair for a long time was kicked open.

Running into the courtyard, he pushed open the door of the hall, stunned by what he saw.

Brother Wang Dequan fell at the door of the hall, one hand on the threshold, the other hand covering his chest, his face to one side, there were blood stains on his mouth, nose, and eyes, and he looked very terrifying.

The younger brother Wang Dehua was grief-stricken, and threw himself on the eldest brother and shook it, "Brother, what's wrong with you?" ”

My brother is stiff and has been dead for a long time.

The younger brother's cry provoked the neighbors.

When the neighbors saw this, they comforted and discussed:

"When a person dies, go to the ground for peace, hurry up and report the funeral to relatives and friends."

"Look at Dequan's appearance, don't you die of some emergency, right?"

"People are dead, no matter what disease he has, it's the right thing to do the funeral as soon as possible."

"This person is in a hurry, and the shroud and coffin have to be prepared, and some are busy."

……

The rural customs near Qingcheng Mountain, after the funeral, relatives and friends want to come to mourn, and invite a few tables, so that relatives and friends and the people who helped at the funeral have a meal together, which is commonly known as "flowing water seat" in the local area, and then sent to the crematorium for cremation, and then the ashes are returned and buried, so that the funeral is completed.

The younger brother Wang Dehua went home to discuss the funeral with his daughter-in-law.

first reported the funeral, and when he called to notify all his relatives and friends, Wang Dehua remembered his son Wang Anbang.

I was about to dial my son's mobile phone number, but was stopped by my daughter-in-law.

"Don't inform your son yet, when Anbang left home this time, he said that this business trip is very important, if things are done well, he can be promoted when he comes back, if you let him come back now, what will happen to his son's future?"

Wang Dehua hesitated, "But his uncle loved Anbang the most during his lifetime, and when he was dying, he couldn't let Anbang come back to take a look?" ”

"It is precisely because the uncle loves Anbang the most that he can think more about Anbang, the uncle has a spirit in the sky, and he must hope that his nephew will have a good future, besides, Anbang will be able to come back in three or five days, and then he will be promoted, and then burn paper in front of the uncle's grave, and his uncle will be happy to see it."

The younger brother Wang Dehua was moved by his daughter-in-law and decided not to inform his son first.

Wang Dequan's funeral was carried out as usual according to custom.

Many relatives, friends, and neighbors came, and my sister who married into a neighboring village also came to the funeral.

On the day of the funeral, Wang Dequan's younger brother, younger brother-in-law, younger sister, relatives and friends who dressed him in shrouds and carried the coffin began to show the same symptoms as before Wang Dequan's death.

Headache, difficulty breathing, purple lips, dark complexion, bloodshot eyes, coughing up blood......

His younger brother Wang Dehua, 50 years old, became ill on November 11 and died on November 12;

Li Cuihua, a 49-year-old daughter-in-law, became ill on November 11 and died on November 13;

sister Wang Xiaohua, 48 years old, became ill on November 11 and died on November 13;

Brother-in-law Zhao Dabao, 50 years old, became ill on November 11 and died on November 13;

Neighbor Wang Licai, 38, became ill on November 11 and died on November 13;

……

Relatives who have taken care of them, relatives and friends who have carried the coffin of the deceased, neighbors who have visited the patient's home...... He died of illness one after another.

For a while, the entire Wangjia Village under Qingcheng Mountain, and even the villagers of several nearby villages who heard the news, were closed.

Qingcheng Mountain, which was already bleak, was even more frightening at this time.

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