"Are you sure?" The village chief looked stunned, "That's your ancestral ......."

"I'm the only one left in my family, what's the use of Zu Xun?"

I feel sad from the bottom of my heart, and I always feel that if I burn my father, then my only thoughts in this world are gone.

There was a dead silence in the house, and the village chief looked at me for a long time before he spoke: "Daze, if you really want to do this, then it's up to you, in the final analysis, it's all your family's business......"

I thanked him repeatedly, tears streaming uncontrollably, and the village chief waved at his son, and the two of them hurriedly dressed my father and lifted him into the wooden coffin that had already been placed.

The sound of the coffin being nailed was loud in the silence of the room, and it was already dark outside, so they nailed the coffin and fled away from my house, and I could only hear the village chief's staggering footsteps and a sigh.

The room was terriblely quiet, the dim light was not even as bright as the two candles, and the cigarette curled into my nostrils, making me dizzy.

I felt my whole body burn, my head was in chaos, and the tiredness and drowsiness of the tossing and turning came over me like a flood, and I forced myself to open my eyes, but I still collapsed before I knew it.

"Knock, knock......"

I was awakened by a regular tapping sound, and when I opened my eyes, I saw that it was dark all around, and the lights and candles had been extinguished.

There was a cold, hard ground beneath me, and I was so uncomfortable that I should have heard a bang, but now there was nothing.

There was a smell of burnt paste in the air, and a faint strange scent, and I was confused for a few seconds, remembering that I should have knelt before my father's spirit, only to fall asleep because I was too tired.

I was startled and sat up suddenly, only to see a dark figure squatting next to my father's coffin in the darkness ahead.

"Who?!"

I exclaimed, but the black shadow did not move, I suddenly became angry, my family has been embarrassed to such a point, there are thieves patronizing, it is simply too deceitful.

I turned around and wanted to turn on the light in the house, but the black shadow jumped over, I was taken aback, and quickly made a defensive stance, but I didn't expect the guy to run directly past me, extremely fast.

I cursed in my heart and hurried to chase after him, but the guy's speed was too fast, and as soon as I got to the door of the house, I saw him run out of the courtyard and disappear in the blink of an eye.

Who the hell is this? There is no one in the village who is so agile.

I knew that I would definitely not be able to catch up, so I hurriedly came back and turned on the light, but I didn't expect that there would be thieves in my house, which everyone avoided.

I laughed self-deprecatingly, but the smile gradually froze on my lips, and I saw that on the lid of my father's coffin, several coffin nails were reflecting a bright light.

Obviously the coffin has been nailed, why did the coffin nail run out on its own?

I felt the cold all over my body, picked up the knife on the stove and walked slowly, only to see that the place where the coffin had been nailed last night was only a black hole, and a coffin nail was half nailed.

There were six coffin nails placed on the lid of the coffin, the same ones that were nailed yesterday, and I suddenly realized that the person just now was not a thief, and the sound of "dong dong" was that he was nailing the coffin nails.

Who would come to someone's house in the middle of the night to open the coffin and then nail it up?

I panicked, raised my hand and pulled out the half-nailed coffin nail, and as soon as I pushed the coffin lid, a hot smell of burnt paste rushed to my face.

I took two steps back and stared at the completely inhuman thing in the coffin, which had been burned, and I couldn't tell it was my father.

I was instantly surrounded by surprise and anger, who the hell and for what purpose was he going to pry open the nailed coffin and burn the corpse!

I threw the knife in my hand to the ground and rushed directly to the door, my small mountain village, he couldn't escape so easily!

The rain outside had stopped, and I followed the fresh footprints, only to see it disappear on the road at the entrance of the village, replaced by a series of ruts.

Not from the village!

There was a "buzz" in my head, and the whole person was stunned like a fool, and all the clues were broken, what else could I do?

I stood for a long time, seeing that the sky had turned white, and hurried home, this kind of bizarre thing must not be known to the people of the village.

As soon as I entered the courtyard, I saw a large lump of charred dirt in the middle of the courtyard, and the man had dragged my father's body to the courtyard and burned it.

With tears in my eyes, I went into the house and nailed the coffin nails back to their places one by one, and the various emotions in my heart made me almost unable to think, the sound of prying the coffin and burning the corpse was so loud, and the smell was so loud, I didn't even notice it, it was really unfilial.

I nailed the coffin, knelt down before the spiritual seat, smelled the strange faint fragrance again, and instantly fixed my eyes on the incense burner in front of me.

The three sticks of incense in the incense burner had long since burned to the end, but one of them was still emitting a trace of white smoke, and I opened the incense ash and found that the core of this incense was actually pink.

I pinched it out, put it under my nose and inhaled it vigorously, and suddenly a strange fragrance rushed to my lungs, I was dizzy, almost fell to the ground, hurriedly threw it away, staggered up and rushed into the yard.

Fresh air poured into my lungs, and I took a few sharp breaths to slowly recover, no wonder I slept so deeply last night, it turned out that someone had touched Xiangli.

The incense was inserted before I went home, and the guy who pried the coffin and burned the corpse had been prepared, he must have been mixed with the villagers, forty or fifty people gathered together, and I was so grief-stricken that it would be strange to find out.

My impression of my father is indifferent to fame and fortune, and never grudges with others, why would he invite such a disaster, pry the coffin and burn the corpse, how much hatred does this have?

I always feel that this incident reveals weirdness, according to the ancestral teachings, my father's body must be cremated before it can be put into the coffin, so this guy who has been prepared for a long time, should he burn the body that has been burned again?

No, there must be something wrong!

"Osawa, why are you standing here?"

The village chief's voice rang out, and I came back from my thoughts, and looked up to see him standing at the gate of the courtyard, and behind him were a group of villagers, each with a black veil on his arm.

They were all scared, but they came anyway, and I fixed my eyes on everyone's faces, all familiar faces, no strangers.

……

I don't remember exactly how my father's funeral was completed, but I remember that in a trance, I walked step by step to the ancestral grave in the mountains with his portrait, and the paper money in the sky flew like snow.

I buried him in the earth and erected new monuments, mechanical like the walking dead, and the monuments stood in front of my eyes, and they didn't look old.

I kowtowed to the tombstone again, to my father, to the ancestors, and the moment I got up, I didn't even have sorrow, only loneliness.

I don't want to marry again, I don't want to pass on this blood curse anymore, I want everything to end with me.

I turned my head and looked at these sad or frightened faces, and my heart was mixed, but through the crowd, I saw an unfamiliar face.

It was a man in a wheelchair, very old, very old, with a man pushing him behind the wheelchair, wearing a hoodie, and only the tip of his nose and mouth could be seen.

When I tried to look closer, they were all gone, and I rubbed my eyes, and there was really nothing there.

"Daze, this is what your father handed over to me before his death, he asked me to sell your family's ancient goods, sold for 720,000, a lot of them are here, today the villagers are all here, they are all witnesses, I will hand them over to you."

The village chief stepped forward and handed me a bank card.

I took it with trembling hands, my father had arranged everything, and such a large sum of money was more than enough for me to marry a wife and have children.

"Password, your birthday." The village chief lowered his voice.

I nodded, casually stuffed the card into my pocket, and stretched out my hand to the village chief: "Uncle Zhang, what about my family tree." ”

The village chief's face changed: "No." ”

"How could it not be?"

I frowned, there are only a dozen families in this small mountain village of my family, almost all of them are in the same lineage, and the genealogy is all kept in the hands of the village chief, just afraid that something will happen to me one day.

Now that my father has passed away, I deserve to write the year of his death on it.

"It's really not here, it's here, it's in the ......" the village chief pounded his head, and an old man next to him said, "Five-four, five-four years......"

"Yes, yes, it's five or four years," the village chief's throat moved, "it's the year your great-grandfather left, and your great-grandmother came to my house and took it!" ”

"Oh."

I replied casually, it's gone, it's gone, it's always my generation, and no one will ever write my year of death on it.

A group of people shuffled back as they came, but all of them moved away from me, intentionally or unintentionally, and I pinched the card in my pocket, and my heart felt weak for a while.

What should I do in the future?

It's impossible to stay here, my family is cursed by blood, and my ancestral house can only be left to be deserted, so can I just get by and wait for death at any time?

The way back is not long, or it may be that I can't realize the time in a daze, and when I barely get up, I am left standing alone in front of the old mansion.

I pushed the door open and entered, and in front of me was my father's portrait, and now there were two more people at the offering table with their backs to me, one in a wheelchair and one in a hoodie.

I was startled, almost screaming, but my body reacted faster, and I rushed into the house with an arrow, grabbed the knife on the stove and shouted, "Who are you?!" ”

"Zhao Deren, died on the 17th day of June in the year of Wuxu, at the age of 46......"

A hoarse and unpleasant voice spoke slowly, like a broken waterwheel that had been abandoned for centuries.

I was startled, and the knife in my hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

"You know my father?"

The hoodie pushed the wheelchair around, and I saw an old man sitting in the wheelchair, his bronzed face was full of bark-like folds, mixed with patches of age spots, a thick and long scar that ran through half of his face, and his right eye was a cloudy yellow-white color, even a corpse that had been decomposing for weeks was not so terrifying.

I let out an "ah" and took two steps back, only to see a very thick book spread out on the old man's lap, and the fresh ink on it reflected the light.