When Wang Xi and his son heard me say this, they smiled and said, "Thank you Brother Jiu for your understanding." ”

I didn't say anything more, I knew very well in my heart that they were playing a double reed just now, one playing a red face and the other playing a white face, which was nothing more than asking me to delay the burial time so that the deceased could stay at home for a few more days.

For their sake of filial piety, I did not blame them, but said, "Prepare yourself, open the road tomorrow, and if possible, invite all the relatives of the deceased to come, otherwise the funeral will be very difficult." ”

"You have to invite my sisters?" Wang Chengcai was stunned and asked in a deep voice.

I nodded and said, "The mound is a bit special, and I must invite those relatives, hoping to use the blood relationship between the relatives and the deceased to make the funeral smoother." ”

They said 'oh' and said, "Bring them here as much as you can." ”

Listening to their tone, as if a little reluctant, I thought of 'Grandma Fowlau', and my tone became a little stern, and said: "Not as much as possible, but as necessary, otherwise I will not be blamed for leaving." ”

"Why? They have made it clear that they will not come to the funeral. Wang Chengcai exclaimed.

"There is something wrong with this funeral, the more descendants of the deceased, the better, they have the blood of the deceased, and they may be oppressive about something." I'll explain it to them.

Wang Cheng was stunned for a moment, as if he thought of something, so he asked me, "Is there a problem with the old mother's funeral?" ”

I shook my head, and if something was hard to say, I said, "You must listen to me." ”

They didn't say anything more, they discussed in the hall for a while, and finally decided, Wang Chengcai led Wang Xi to invite the deceased's daughters, Wang Chuyao stayed in the hall to keep watch, and Wang Chengcai's daughter-in-law was responsible for calling the deceased's nephew.

It was about ten o'clock in the evening, Wang Xi and his son walked out with flashlights, and Wang Chuyao and I were left in the hall.

This lonely man and widow stayed in the hall, a little embarrassed, I was not as thick-skinned as Guo Fatzi, I was embarrassed to talk to her, so I sat alone at the table of the eight immortals and smoked.

"Brother Jiu, seeing that you are not very old, how can you do this business?" Wang Chuyao walked up to me and sat down across from me.

To put it in my heart, I was a little nervous to stay with a strange woman, and I took a few deep breaths to calm my heartbeat, and said, "My family didn't have money to study, so I did this business." ”

She said 'oh' and said nothing more, but sat there quietly with her head down.

The scene suddenly fell into embarrassment, none of us spoke, and occasionally made eye contact, she immediately lowered her head, tugged at the placket, and didn't know what to think again.

This atmosphere lasted until more than 11 o'clock, we were a little sleepy, so we dozed off on the table of the eight immortals, I don't know how long we slept, the temperature suddenly dropped, I couldn't help but shiver.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Wang Chuyao lying opposite me, sleeping fragrantly, and then looking outside the hall, the door of the hall seemed to be being shaken, sometimes left and right, making a 'squeak' sound.

The sound was a little harsh, I frowned and walked over, there was no wind here, but the wooden door was shaking there, which made me very puzzled, so I found a small piece of wood and stuffed it under the wooden door.

After stuffing the small log, the wooden door fell silent, and I breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and walked towards the Eight Immortals Table.

At this time, a small sound came from behind him, "squeak, squeak".

Made, what's the matter with the wooden door? I turned my head to see that the little log had been thrown aside, and the wooden door shook slightly, from left to right, and to my astonishment, there was something like water under the wooden door.

I walked over and touched the water, slimy, not ordinary water, what's the matter? Where did this thing come from?

Just when I was confused, that Wang Chuyao woke up, she rubbed her eyes, walked up to me, and asked, "Brother Jiu, what's wrong?" ”

I stretched out my finger and pointed to the water on the ground and said, "Looks like someone has been here?" ”

She bent down and touched the water, her brows furrowed, and she said, "This thing is somewhat familiar, as if I have seen it somewhere." ”

After speaking, she put her hand under the bridge of her nose, sniffed it, her brows furrowed even more, and her tone was a little panicked, saying, "This is the pus on grandma's buttocks." ”

I was stunned, so I asked her what was going on, she said: "When the farm is busy, my mother is not available, so she asks me to clean up my grandmother's body, there are always pustules on her buttocks all year round, some pustules are broken, and the pus that flows out is this feeling, sticky, and a faint fishy smell." ”

Hearing her say this, I reached out and touched Mizuzawa, put it under the bridge of my nose, smelled it, and there was really a faint fishy smell, and I was thinking, how did the pus on the deceased's body appear here?

Don't?

I hurriedly took out my mobile phone, pressed the call button, and looked at the water on the ground with the light emitted by the mobile phone, the color of this water was a little yellowish, and it was indeed pus.

"Brother Jiu, is grandma back?" Wang Chuyao shrunk her neck and asked me in a trembling voice.

I shook my head and said, "Probably not, the mourning has not started yet, and it is impossible for the deceased to come back." ”

As I spoke, something seemed to slip over my face, with a faint fishy smell.

After doing the Eight Immortals for so long, my sense of professionalism told me that there should be something, and I immediately looked down at the ground, and saw a water drop falling on the ground, just falling on the pus.

Immediately, when I looked up at the wooden door, I saw a piece of meat hanging on the wooden door, about the size of two fingers, the flesh was a little white, and there was a thumb-sized pustule on it, and intermittently water droplets fell out of it.

Suddenly, I suddenly remembered that when the body of the deceased was being salvaged, the bamboo raft fell apart, and I asked Guo Fatzi to make a raft with the wooden door of the hall house.

Made, if that's the case, nine times out of ten the meat on the wooden door is the meat on the butt of the deceased, fuck, how could it be.

Thinking of this, my scalp was a little numb, and the goosebumps on my arms suddenly rose, and I felt a cool breath rushing from the soles of my feet to my head, which made people shudder.

Wang Chuyao seemed to notice that something was wrong with me, grabbed my arm, and said, "Brother Jiu, why do you have such an expression, did you see grandma?" ”

I tried to speak, but I couldn't speak, so I nodded at her and pointed to the little piece of flesh on the wooden door.

She looked at my fingers, her face turned white, and the strength of her grip on my arm was even stronger, and she said in a trembling voice, "How... How, how... Will it be? ”

I took a few deep breaths to calm myself down as much as possible, then patted Wang Chuyao on the back, signaled her not to be afraid, and turned around to pick up three pillars of fragrance and a few pieces of yellow paper on the table of the Eight Immortals.

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