If Hu Youyu really wants to pay a sky-high price, then I can't call the shots, I don't have that much money myself, and even if I do, I can't give him so much money.

But I didn't expect him to only need 50,000 yuan.

It seems that we still have some misunderstandings about the Hu family's father and son, they are indeed a little more domineering, and their methods are also inferior. However, they were also forced by life, so they had to come up with such a way to make more money. But their duty and simplicity from a peasant family have not changed. He thinks that 50,000 yuan is enough to improve the living conditions of their family.

This kind of thing is unlikely to happen in a modern city. But in that closed mountain village, it really happened before my eyes.

I nodded: "Uncle, I promise you." I'll raise money when I get back. ”

Hu Youyu nodded, and didn't ask us for any notes, and the matter passed like this.

Afterwards, after I waited for the matter here to be settled, I went back and prepared 100,000 yuan for the Hu family. It's not how noble I am, it's from my heart, in fact, in my heart, this money is far from making up for the pain of losing my son. I can only do my best to compensate for Hu Youyu, at least this can make me feel at ease.

Later, the old stall really found a cemetery for Hu Ermeng, and after being buried, the Hu family was smooth sailing, and his life really improved greatly. This also made Hu Youyu, who originally did not believe in this way, convinced of the theory of feng shui reincarnation, and burned incense and chanted scriptures at home every day. His temperament has also changed a lot, and he has done a lot of good things for the people in the village, because he firmly believes that doing good deeds can bring blessings to himself and his family, which can be regarded as a blessing in misfortune.

At that time, the matter of Hu Youyu's father and son was solved, and all that remained was to bury the evil corpse. This is the most important thing for the old stall to deal with.

The old stall leader first relabeled the dough in his hand to the evil corpse. Let the evil corpse become his own appearance again.

This was followed by a burial ceremony. Fortunately, despite these accidents, the time for burial was not delayed.

Since the coffin had been destroyed by the evil corpse, it was necessary to transfer the corpse from the ground to the burial place that the old stall had planned in advance.

This requires people to carry corpses, which is a long-standing custom. After the person dies in another country, he must first return to his hometown, and after returning to his hometown, he must enter the coffin, if there is no coffin, there must be a special person to carry the body and bury it. Other methods, such as carrying corpses, will not work. So there is also a profession in the world called corpse bearer.

The corpse bearer has his own set of professional taboos and procedures, and is specialized in this kind of carrying the corpse back to his hometown, carrying the corpse for burial and other matters.

Of course, with such a short distance today, there is no need to look for a professional corpse bearer. The old stall was ready to carry the evil corpse to the burial place.

The little fly wanted to carry it for the master, but was stopped by the old stall head: "This kind of thing, you children should not be involved, not everyone can carry the corpse, you need a special figure, a special physique, otherwise you may be unlucky for a lifetime if you carry the corpse." If you don't get it right, you'll have a serious illness. ”

The old stall man picked up the evil corpse on his back, and the little fly continued to open the way in front. It's just that the bone-seeking lamp in his hand, I don't know when it has been

extinguished.

I asked the little flies to find out that the fire that had just burst out of the woods had attacked the evil corpse, and it was the old stall that sent it out with the lamp of the bone-seeking lamp. The flame in the bone-seeking lamp is the fire drawn from the hundred-year-old stove, and it burns continuously for forty-nine days before it can be introduced into the bone-seeking lamp. It also has a very strong restraint effect on evil spirits.

Hearing this, I felt that there were people outside of the world, and there was a sky outside the sky, and I would inadvertently learn things that I had never heard of before.

The old stall boss deliberately asked Silly Qiang to follow behind, and our group came to the tomb that the old stall had found before.

It was indeed a place of good mountains and rivers, and under the auspices of the old stall head, the evil corpse was buried. From beginning to end, the evil corpse wore the same skin of the old stall. And I noticed that in addition to burning a lot of paper money for the evil corpse, the old stall also burned a lot of rune paper. There were a lot of things written densely on those runes, but I was sure they weren't runes.

At the same time, the old stall also asked the little fly to recite a large section of the sacrifice from beginning to end. The little fly was frustrated in a low voice, and when he read the sacrificial text, he actually looked like it. In the end, the old stall head also punctured his middle finger, and after dripping three drops of blood in the burial ground, he built a high grave in the burial ground, and planted a soul flag in front of the grave.

When the burial was over, the old stall stood in front of the grave for a long time, thinking about it.

It wasn't until the little fly reminded him later that he came to his senses. He first looked for Silly Qiang, forced Silly Qiang to kowtow a few times in front of the grave, and burned a wad of paper money.

After the burial, the old stall head Zhang Luo returned to the village. Silly Qiang and Hu Youyu took turns carrying Hu Ermeng's body and went home. They took care of the aftermath, and we didn't care about it, so we went straight back to the old stall's house.

The mourning hall at the old stall's house is still there, and it feels very awkward when we see it again. This burial, not only did not bury the old stall, but brought back a living old stall. It's almost like a game.

The old stall also knew what we were suspicious about, and after simply explaining the matter to Little Fly, he led us to his room.

By this time it was already getting afternoon, and since I came down from the mountain, I found that the old stall seemed to be in much worse spirits. After entering the room, he lay directly on the bed, and his face was white and miserable.

"Master Tan, are you okay?" I asked.

The old stall shook his head, smiled and asked me, "How are you, do you miss my pancakes?" Would you like to spread a few more pancakes for you? ”

I remember the last time we came to Qiyang Mountain, after the matter was resolved, we ate a pancake from his own stall at the old stall's house. I have to say that the hands of the old stall can not only pick bones, but also the skill of spreading pancakes is also a must. It's just that when you're eating his pancakes, don't think they're made with your bone-picking hands.

I waved my hand: "Master stall, you have time to eat the pancakes, if you are okay, let's explain the matter to our brothers, we are completely ignorant now." ”

Unexpectedly, the old stall man sighed, looked out the window at the sky, and said, "Then you won't have a good mouth, I'm afraid you won't have a chance to eat the stall's pancakes in the future." ”

I didn't realize anything, I just smiled and said, "What?" Stall, you want to collect the mountain......"

The old stall waved his hand: "Then let's not talk about pancakes." Let's talk about it......"

I nodded, and noticed that the old stall man was sweating a lot on his forehead, and he was holding a towel and wiping it constantly.

(End of chapter)

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