"Funeral party?" Zhou Jian frowned, only to spit on the ground in a disgraceful manner.

The second husband only said to Wei Linyuan: "Master, Linjiang City closes the city gate at the beginning of the day every day, and if it is delayed like this, I'm afraid I won't be able to enter the city today!" “

They were worried that they wouldn't be able to enter the city, but okra was worried about the rest, she looked at Jiang Wuzhong and asked in a low voice, "Husband." There's something wrong with this funeral procession! “

Jiang Wudian affirmed: "Well, the funeral is the most likely to crash, so the day of the funeral and the time of the funeral are very particular, today is the third day of the middle month." Mingtang breaks the sun, which is a fierce day in the underworld, unlucky, and folk funerals are usually the most suitable in the early morning and afternoon. The funeral team is a group of living people to send a dead person, so it is better to choose the time when the yang energy is the heaviest, and the funeral in this evening is really rare! “

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon!

"Okra." Jiang Wuzhong called her to his side and said: "Funeral send-off, the dead are big, the living will naturally give way when they see it, and the funeral team will definitely pass by here in a while, you have a heavy yin qi, and it is easy to provoke unclean things, fortunately, there are many people in this body, you can disperse some of the yin qi on your body, you remember, don't go to see the coffin!" “

She couldn't look at the coffin for some reason, so she nodded and didn't ask more.

After staying in place for a while, the mournful cries of the funeral family were heard in front, and the evening wind blew the white paper money all over the sky.

One of them happened to blow to the feet of okra, and she felt that the paper money was a little different, so she picked it up and showed it to Jiang Wuzhong.

"This is octagonal hollow money, ordinary people won't use it, it seems that this funeral person knows a little bit, but??"

"Just what?" Okra asked.

Jiang Wuzhong was afraid that the people next to him would hear it, so he lowered his voice and told her: "This octagonal hollow money is not for the dead to use below. “

She frowned, "Could it be for the dead?" “

Jiang Wuzhong actually nodded.

Her heart was like a drum being slammed, and the dead also need to live when they go to the underworld, so the relatives of the Yang world will burn paper money for him, and the underworld coin is the money that can only be used in the underworld.

"How to use the underworld coin, and with whom?" Unexpectedly, Wei Linyuan, who was sitting in front, still listened to the conversation between the two. Turning his head to ask.

This was the only thing he said in the afternoon, and Jiang Wuzhong didn't say anything as if he was taboo.

It was okra who whispered to him: "Brother, even if the underworld is in the yang world, it is naturally not a trade with the living!" “

Wei Linyuan was not stupid, he immediately understood the deep meaning, and without asking anything else, he grabbed a piece of hay from the donkey cart and put it in his mouth, just waiting for the funeral team to pass quickly.

There are more and more octagonal hollow money, and almost all the dirt roads outside the city are scattered.

Look at the mighty funeral procession, at the front is a guiding banner tied with paper, pure white. It was six or seven canes high, followed by the filial son holding the spiritual seat, which was covered with a white cloth, and the coffin was in the middle, and it was a black lacquered coffin of gloomy wood, which was carried by eight coffin bearers, and the coffin bearers carried the coffin as they walked forward, chanting something in their mouths. Accompanied by the cries of hundreds of funeral filial sons in the back, it sounded very weird.

Jiang Wuzhong asked Okra not to look at the coffin, so he felt that the funeral team was coming, and Okra buried his head.

In this year, the soldiers were in chaos, the dead were hastily buried, there were few such a battle of funeral teams, and the surrounding homeless people had never seen it, first they hugged the side of the road to see the strangeness, and then the crying and mourning sound was getting closer and closer, they didn't know what they saw, and they all retreated to both sides of the road.

At this time, I heard the bearded man ask, "Why are there three big knives stuck in that black coffin?" “

After asking, seeing that okra lowered his head, he leaned over to the donkey cart and shouted: "Little okra, tell me quickly, why are there three big knives on the coffin, what do you say?" “

Okra lowered her head and replied in a deep voice: "Insert a knife in the coffin, the deceased will die in vain, and before the murderer is found, he cut the coffin with a knife to raise the anger of the deceased, which means that he will take revenge after the death of the deceased!" “

"For thousands of years, the dead people in the family have begged to be buried in the ground, and there are still dead people in the family, so that their relatives can turn into ghosts to take revenge?"

Okra replied: "Well, if the dead turn into a ghost, they can't go to the underworld, and they can't enter reincarnation, even if their relatives die miserably, they will definitely not do this kind of thing that cuts off their relatives' way to the next life!" “

While the two were talking, the coffin was near, and everything was ordinary, when suddenly, a large knife fell from the coffin, and fell right in front of the donkey they were riding, and the two donkeys, who had always been docile, were frightened by the knife, and okra was caught off guard in the donkey cart, and her body was unstable, and she fell to the ground with the body tilting.

"Ahh At the last moment, Jiang Wuzhong hugged her from behind with his hand, protected her head with one hand, and fell down with her.

She saw the afterglow of the sunset on his handsome face, and she could smell a faint scent of grass on him.

At this moment, the octagonal hollow money on his head was sprinkled on his long hair and clothes. One of them landed right on her face.

Jiang Wuzhong stretched out his hand and took away the paper money, afraid that she would forget what she had instructed before, so he reminded again: "Don't look at the coffin!" Close your eyes! “

Okra immediately closed her eyes tightly. Jiang Wuzhong put her hand around his neck and lifted her up from the ground.

"Be careful!" The voice of the second husband was that the two frightened donkeys were pulling each other and rushing towards them.

"Don't open your eyes!" Jiang Wuzhong hugged her. The heat of the conversation hit her in the face.

"I don't open my eyes! Absolutely not! “

The two frightened donkeys rushed over and were taken away by Jiang Wuzhong, but they slammed straight into the black coffin.

The coffin can't fall to the ground if it doesn't enter the tomb, it is taboo to land, the eight coffin men know it, they carry the coffin to the side to hide, but they don't dodge, the two donkeys went crazy, and they didn't die and hit the remaining two knives!

"Suffered!" Jiang Wuzhong said.

Insert the knife and see blood on the coffin, the most murderous of the fierce!

Okra didn't know what was going on, so she couldn't help but open her eyes and ask, "Husband, what's wrong?" “

She had forgotten about the coffin in a moment of panic, and when she opened her eyes, she subconsciously looked in the direction of Jiang Wuzhong. I happened to see the two donkeys crash to death on the coffin knife, blood splattered on the black coffin.

The coffin bearers didn't care about taboos, so they had already lost the pole and stood aside.

Okra looked at the coffin, and then looked at Jiang Wuzhong. Suddenly realizing something, he stammered, "Husband?? Husband, me?? I?? I was in such a hurry to forget! “

Jiang Wuzhong looked helpless at her, put her on the ground, and sighed: "That's it, you can't hide from what you should come!" “

"What the hell is going on, why doesn't my husband let me see the coffin?"

Jiang Wuzhong lowered his head and whispered in her ear: "This funeral family's surname is Bai!" “

Okra looked stunned, "White? Could it be??"

Jiang Wu nodded and told her to keep quiet.

"Who's dead in that coffin?"

"If I'm not mistaken, the one who died should be in vain!"

She straightened her back and said in confusion: "But when he was in Pingshan Village, didn't my husband let go of Bai Jue's life, how could he live or die?" What did the husband say to him at that time? “

Before he could elaborate, the Bai family of the funeral team had already hugged from the front and back, and a man shouted in a high-pitched voice: "The knife coffin is bloody on the ground, and the murderer is here!" “

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