"Brother Jiu, what are you doing with these things?" Wang Chuyao grabbed my arm and asked suspiciously.

"Before, I thought that there were no bones left of the deceased, but now that such a piece of meat appears, it is not considered that there are no bones, and this meat must be invited into the coffin, otherwise, the deceased will be blamed."

I explained to her, and walked over to the wooden door, where the meat hung a little high, and I fished out a wooden stool and put it aside.

Then, I asked Wang Chuyao to let go of his arm, made three strokes towards the meat, lit three pillars of incense and yellow paper, and burned them under the wooden door.

After burning these things, I stood on a wooden bench and wrapped the meat in a piece of yellow paper, and it was a little soft in my hand, yes, it was soft, giving people the feeling of pinching cotton, as if with a little force, the meat would be scattered.

Pinching the flesh, I jumped off the wooden bench and was about to walk to the coffin, when there was a 'bang' behind me, and I was stunned, and when I turned around, I saw the wooden bench lying on the ground for no reason.

This movement made Wang Chuyao startled, she grabbed my arm and didn't let go, saying that she was afraid. Think about it, it's strange that an eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl is not afraid when she encounters this kind of thing.

I smiled bitterly, didn't say anything, stared at the wooden bench for a while, didn't find anything unusual, turned around, and was about to walk in the direction of the coffin, when there was another 'bang' behind me.

At this moment, I was stunned, turned my head suddenly, and saw the wooden bench falling to the ground again, Made, how could it be, the place where the wooden bench fell just now was on the left, this time it was replaced by the right, as if someone was deliberately tinkering with the wooden bench.

"Nine... Nine... Brother Jiu, grandma... Isn't it... Really coming back? Wang Chuyao asked in a trembling voice.

As she said this, I could clearly feel her limbs trembling, and the hand that was clutching my arm was covered in sweat.

To be honest, I'm a little scared, but in front of beautiful women, men don't show timidity, and I'm no exception. He took a few breaths, suppressed the fear in his heart, and walked towards the wooden bench, looking at it for a while, but still couldn't find anything abnormal.

Made, what's the matter, I cursed in my heart, afraid that the wooden stool would fall again, so I deliberately let it be next to the wooden door.

After getting this done, I pulled Wang Chuyao and walked towards the coffin, and with every step I took, I would look back at the wooden bench, but fortunately, the wooden bench had been leaning on the wooden door and had not fallen to the ground.

What puzzled me was that the two legs in front of the wooden bench were slightly tilted back, and the posture was as if someone was sitting on it.

I originally wanted to go and see what was going on, but with Wang Chuyao by her side, many things were not easy to handle, and I was afraid that it would scare her.

So, I pulled her to the coffin and told her to kneel beside her, not thinking about anything, just staring at the ground.

She didn't think about agreeing.

After arranging her, I lifted the seven sets of clothes, put the piece of meat on the left side, and then sorted out the seven sets of clothes and placed them on top.

After doing all this, I took some more yellow paper, burned it in front of the coffin, and motioned for Wang Chuyao to get up.

Suddenly, there was a very small sound behind me, and I turned my head to find the wooden bench with all four legs on the ground, standing there quietly.

I was stunned, walked towards the wooden bench again, reached out and touched the surface of the bench, it was wet, a little cold, could it be that the dead had come?

The thought flashed through my head, and I quickly dismissed it. According to the funeral customs, it is impossible for the deceased to appear at this time, you must know that when the funeral is done, there are not many opportunities for the deceased to appear, the first gong is opened, the first coffin is sealed, and only these two times will the deceased appear. At other times, the deceased hovers around the coffin in the form of aura, and when encountering unpleasant things, the deceased's aura will affect the surrounding aura, resulting in something that cannot be explained by science.

Now it was as if the ghost of the dead had come, otherwise, the bench surface would not have been so cold, let alone damp.

Thinking of this, I turned around and took some yellow paper and fragrance, and burned it in front of the wooden bench, regardless of whether the deceased really came, burning yellow paper and fragrance is right, there is an old saying that is good, many people are not to blame, as long as the yellow paper and fragrance are burned, I believe that the deceased will not embarrass me.

After burning these things, Wang Chuyao was a little puzzled, walked up to me, and asked puzzledly, "What is this for?" ”

I glanced at her, she was a little pale, and said, "Didn't you do it, rest well!" Tomorrow will have your hard work. ”

"Oh." She was stunned, replied to such a sentence, and then grabbed my arm, saying that she was scared, and that she couldn't sleep alone, so she asked me to sit next to her.

I smiled bitterly and didn't refuse, so I sat next to her in front of the table of the Eight Immortals and smoked, while she slept on the table.

After smoking seven or eight cigarettes in a row, my heart was a little confused, and Qing Xuanzi's words kept echoing in my mind, 'Grandma Fushaw' will come back to life.

Thinking, thinking, I fell asleep.

When I opened my eyes, the sky was already dark, and Wang Chuyao was gone, and I was left alone in the whole hall, I rubbed my eyes, took out my mobile phone and looked at the time, at half past six, I knocked on my head a few times, and let myself completely wake up from my sleep. Glancing towards the coffin, there was no change.

Subsequently, I stood up and found some yellow paper and incense to burn in front of the coffin, which is a funeral custom, and yellow paper and incense must be burned three times in the morning, noon and evening.

After doing all this, I wanted to wash my face, but I remembered that the hall could not be left unguarded, so I had to dispel this idea and sit in the hall.

About half an hour later, more than a dozen people came to the door of the hall, led by Wang Xi and his son, followed by six or seven middle-aged women, with a face full of meat, and at first glance they were not easy to mess with.

I frowned, it stands to reason that since they agreed to come to the funeral, they should fire a cannon at the entrance of the village as a sign of etiquette.

However, in this situation, not only did they not fire cannons, but they were all empty-handed, and they did not even have the most basic things for funerals, such as wreaths and ceremonial flowers.

I felt very strange, and was about to step forward to ask the reason, but Wang Xi desperately glanced at him, I didn't know what he meant, so I walked over.

As soon as I walked in front of Wang Xi, several women behind him grabbed my arm, raised their hands and instigated them with a slap, burning in pain, and scolded: "Where did the little devil come from, forget it if the body is not found, run a fart clothes mound, delay the old lady's time." ”

I covered my beaten face and glanced at her, a woman in her fifties, dark-skinned and slightly fat, who looked like a farmer.

"Eldest sister, didn't we say okay? Why are you still like this? Wang Chengcai smiled apologetically at me and grabbed the woman.