Wangjiang County, more than 100 meters away from the Ximen vegetable market in Qingyun Town, there is a white goods store called "Yong'an Tang".

As if for fear of bad luck, people always frown when they pass by this store, and they can't help but speed up their pace.

And I am the owner of Yong'an Hall.

At nine o'clock in the morning, when I was pooling money to buy fritters, I received a message from Wang Er Mazi.

"Brother Jun, let me tell you the good news, the widow of the old Hong family is dead."

"Get out, accumulate some virtue on your lips, what kind of good news is this?" I reprimanded him angrily, but he didn't care, and replied: "Aren't you earning dead man's money, I'll pull you a string, if you can take this job, you have to go up for 5,000 drops." ”

"That's great, if it does, you'll have a share." I immediately smiled, and now people are sent to the funeral parlor set up by the Ministry of Civil Affairs after they die, which has led to a sharp decline in the business volume of our privately run white affairs shop, and we can't open a single order for two months.

Wang Er Mazi is the town's "jack of all trades", specializing in matchmaking for various businesses, so as to earn referral fees.

His cousin also runs a white shop, so it stands to reason that if there is such a good thing, why can't it be my turn?

I didn't think much about it, and after a general understanding of the basic situation, I rushed to Honggang Village with my toolbox.

The deceased was a woman named Hong Yan, she was a well-known widow in Honggang Village, and the reason for her fame was nothing more than two points.

First, she has a strange temper, rarely goes out on weekdays, and lives with cats all year round.

Second, she is relatively wealthy, built a small villa in the village, and became the envy of the villagers, coupled with her good appearance, naturally attracted a lot of strong middle-aged men, but without exception all were rejected, and the people in the village came out with two theories, one is that she still thinks about her dead husband, and the other is that she doesn't like men at all.

All kinds of rumors made her a celebrity in three villages and five towns, but no one expected that she would die!

When I arrived at her house, there were already a lot of people gathered in the hall on the first floor, and a few of them were my colleagues, and they dragged their chins and looked puzzled, which made me even more suspicious.

Wang Er Mazi said hello to me, pulled me to a man and a woman and began to introduce, they are Hong Yan's children, the eldest daughter is called Hong Xin, the younger son is called Hong Wei, I thought to myself, is their father also surnamed Hong?

"Will it work?" Hong Xin and Hong Wei were both from the city, dressed brightly, quite fashionable, and their expressions were relatively arrogant, looking me up and down with contemptuous eyes.

"He is Zhang Dabao's son." Wang Er Mazi woke up, and when he saw that the two of them were unmoved, he nodded again: "He is Zhang Changsheng's grandson." ”

"Zhang Changsheng? Could it be .......?"

"It's him, the last underground burial master of our Qingyun Town." Wang Er Mazi answered first, and the surprise on Hong Wei's face flashed: "Okay, let him try." ”

In this situation, I can't help but introduce myself, my surname is Zhang Mingjun handsome guy, as Er Mazi said, my family has been engaged in the profession of dealing with the dead for generations,

My ancestors relied on a strange book called "The Book of Burial" to become a well-known local burial master, specifically responsible for helping dignitaries and dignitaries find a suitable cemetery Yin House, because of a certain taboo, my family was viciously cursed, from my grandfather's generation is a single lineage, pregnancy must be a pair of dragons and phoenixes, the baby girl is born and died, the baby boy is the appearance of broken eyebrows, and once the practice of the "Book of Burial", the life span is definitely not more than thirty!

My grandfather was the last burial master in the family, before he died, he finally found a way to avoid the curse, that is, to give up the "Funeral Sutra", as long as you do not practice this book, you can be safe and sound, under his advice, my father had to change careers, opened a white shop in the town, the family was quite wealthy, but during the Cultural Revolution was overthrown on suspicion of feudal superstition, and all the family property was confiscated.

My father was frail and sickly since childhood, my mother left early, and the business of the store was bleak, all kinds of factors made him worry about it, I died when I was 20 years old, I naturally became the new owner of the store, after two years of operation, there is still no improvement, eating is almost a problem, I have made an agreement with my girlfriend, after the summer vacation, I will go to her city to do sales.

Until then, you can earn as much as you can.

Getting back to the point, Hong Wei led me to a bedroom on the second floor, which was clean and bright, with a heavy smell of perfume in the air.

In the center was a large round bed, on which the corpse lay quietly, the red futon only covered her neck, her pale face was exposed to the air, and her bloodshot eyes were wide and round, as if they would bulge at any moment.

"My mother died suddenly of cardiac arrest due to flatulence, and she was found out after two days of death, and there was a smell in the room, so I asked people to cover it with fragrance." Hong Xin covered her nose on the side and said casually.

I nodded, my eyes falling on the belly of the corpse, where the futon was bulging high, and I wondered, "Didn't you go to the hospital to get rid of the gas?" ”

"The doctor said that it would take surgery to eliminate it, and everyone was dead, and I didn't want to use a knife on her body." Hong Wei said the main purpose of calling me over.

After Hong Yan's death, her body became heavy and hard, no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't move.

And her eyes can't blink, and her eyelids can't close.

They invited several owners of white shops, but they all failed, and they really couldn't find anyone, so Wang Ermazi called me.

I walked over to the corpse, put on my gloves and tapped it on her skin.

It's so hard!

"Ahh I was suddenly startled, the person next to me asked me what was wrong, I shook my head and didn't squeak, the moment I looked at the corpse just now, I had a feeling that I was stared at, it should be an illusion, how could a dead person still have eyes, I must have made a fuss.

I covered her eyelids with my hand, but I didn't succeed several times, which made me very puzzled.

There are two kinds of sayings,

From a scientific point of view, this is just a physiological activity, which may be affected by a certain nerve, and the brain does not have time to send a signal to "close your eyes" when you die.

But from a folk point of view, this phenomenon indicates that the deceased has strong resentment or regret.

In either case, it is usually possible to close the eyelids by stroking them a few more times, and it is obvious that this trick is useless, otherwise those peers will not stand aside and frown.

Just when I was about to change my moves, my eldest daughter Hong Xin sneered: "What kind of burial master's grandson, it seems that it is also an embroidered pillow, and it is a group of vain brains." ”

I grinned angrily, and was about to debate with him when there was a commotion outside the door.

Because the owners of the white shops they hired in a row didn't work, they simply sent someone to invite a well-known mage in the town.

The mage's surname is Yuan, he is a big bald head, he looks quite secure, and he looks like a master.

This man is a figure who has become popular in the village and town in recent years, and I have heard of him, and it is said that he has solved many difficult problems, almost invincible, but the fees are also ridiculously expensive.

Master Yuan was very generous, and there was a disciple behind him, Hong Xin and Hong Wei respected him, and politely welcomed people in, and before he could speak, the disciple who raised things said arrogantly: "Do things first, and push the others back." ”

Soon, Master Yuan came to the bedroom, or thought I was in the way, and glared at me: "The idlers are waiting to flash aside." ”

I didn't get angry with this Wang Ba, and stood aside with my arms crossed, but I wanted to see what superb skills this master Yuan who was rumored to be a god had.

Master Yuan circled around the bed, and shook his head in difficulty: "Grandma, this is a yin spirit into the body, you have to drive it out." ”

"What's the drive?"

"Within a radius of 100 miles, ordinary people definitely don't have this ability, but I, Yuan, am not among them." Master Yuan's words praised himself and slapped all the white shop owners present in the face, his shoulders shook, his cloak fell, and he shouted loudly to the disciples: "Take out the spiritual exorcism holy water for the teacher." ”

"What? You actually want to use the holy water of exorcism, this is the treasure that the master got at the risk of death in Changbai Mountain, and it has to start with 100,000 yuan to sell it on the market, so you use it? The disciple's expression was exaggerated, and he was very reluctant, and Master Yuan drank him: "What do you know, if the yin spirit is not removed, the children of the Hong family will definitely suffer in the future, only 100,000 yuan, how can the Hong family not be able to pay it?" ”

As he spoke, Master Yuan swept his gaze to the children of the Hong family: "If it's no problem, I'll start." ”

The words are all here, Hong Xin and Hong Wei are difficult to ride a tiger, so they have to nod and answer.

Then, Master Yuan began to perform like a god, closing the curtains, turning off the lights in the room, and lighting a row of large candles next to the bed.

Then, he sprinkled a bottle of unknown liquid on the corpse, muttering an incomprehensible Martian language in his mouth, which lasted for nearly three minutes before he stopped, and then, with a wave of his sleeve, a blue light appeared out of thin air, and Master Yuan shouted: "Demon, where to escape." Immediately, his mouth squirmed, and a cloud of yellow flames erupted, engulfing the blue light, and a series of performances drew a burst of applause.

After a little gasp, he took out a porcelain bottle from his chest, deducted some sticky liquid from it with his fingers, and prepared to touch the eyelids of the corpse.

"Boy, what are you doing?" Hong Wei stepped forward and grabbed my shoulder, I was not in a hurry, pointed to Master Yuan, and said that he was a liar,

Master Yuan pretended to be successful, but he was still unfazed, and his disciples were all over me, I raised my throat and said that the liquid in his hand contained mixed glue, and he wanted to glue his eyelids together through the stickiness of the glue.

Master Yuan's face changed slightly, and he explained that this was a special nectar, and I debunked it on the spot: "There is a kind of you who will identify it with me." ”

The blue light should be a prop that Master Yuan had hidden somewhere on his body in advance, and the effect was similar to a laser projector, which was why he dimmed the light.

As for the flame, this one is simpler, put alcohol in your mouth in advance, and choose a good angle to spray it at the flame of the candle to achieve the effect of amplifying the flame.

The reason why I know the inside story is because my father used the same trick to deceive others back then.

I didn't expect that many years later, there would still be people using the same old ......