At this time, every piece of yellow paper burned, in the funeral is called, burned underworld. The idea is to use yellow paper to buy off the ghosts in the underworld, so that the ghosts agree that the deceased can stay in the underworld for a while.

To put it bluntly, it is similar to the telephone bill in real life, how much does it cost to talk for a minute, and this yellow paper is equivalent to the telephone bill.

After turning 7749 circles, I stopped, made a gesture towards He Yaoguang's photo, and read another paragraph in my mouth.

When the words were finished, I took a deep breath, and the next thing to do was the most important and final part of the whole yin disgust, burning the flags. As long as the spirit banner can be burned smoothly, it means that the deceased is willing to accept this disgust, if it is extinguished, it proves that the deceased does not accept this funeral, or other lonely souls and wild ghosts have crashed into this disgust.

Because the next part was more important, I didn't dare to be careless, and glanced into the room, because there was burning yellow paper on the floor, and the light in the room was much brighter than before, and I could clearly see any part of the room.

I found that this room may have been without sunlight for many years, and the walls were a little damp, especially at the bottom of the bed, and some water could be faintly seen.

"Brother Jiu, why did you stop, is it over?" Na Lang Gao suddenly asked.

I stopped and said, "How can it be so fast, by the way, go outside and find me an iron bucket, remember, the brass and iron must be striking, the louder the better." ”

He was slightly stunned and looked at me suspiciously, "What do you want an iron bucket for?" Fetch water? ”

I explained, "Before burning the flags, I need to strike a gong, and when I come out of prison, where is the gong, I can only replace it with copper and iron, hoping that the deceased will not be counted." ”

He groaned, turned and walked out.

After about two minutes, Na Lang Gao came back, he was holding an iron bucket in his hand, and said, "Brother Jiu, do you think this is okay?" ”

I nodded, took the iron bucket, and asked him, "How is Chen Erbei outside?" ”

He thought for a moment, "As before, my eyes were closed, as if I were asleep. ”

Hearing him say this, I was relieved, this yin disgust seemed to be held in a dark room, but in fact, the altar outside was also very important, and if something happened outside, the situation inside would be even worse.

At that moment, I asked Lang Gao to stand at the door again, and I prepared to burn the flag.

I first placed the spirit flag on the edge of the table of the Eight Immortals, and then put the iron bucket on the ground, the bottom of the iron bucket was facing up, I reached out and knocked it gently, and the sound was clear. However, it is still a little worse than the gong.

However, there is no better tool to find at the moment, so this is the only alternative.

Subsequently, I found a wooden stick with two thumbs thick in the room, put it on the iron bucket, picked up the spirit flag again, and began to chant in my mouth: "Since ancient times, entering the earth is the most important thing, but the heavenly lord also has a time to close his eyes, therefore, the birth of the corpse, with the 'corpse' instead of the corpse, but also hope that the deceased has a spirit in the sky, can understand the mind of future generations." ”

When I had said this, I jerked up the stick and slammed it on the bucket with a clang, perhaps because I had exerted too much force, and the sound was so loud that it echoed in the room.

Seeing this situation, my heart is happy, just now, I was worried that the iron bucket would not ring, but now that it rings, this yin disgust is 80% successful.

So, with this in mind, I circled the spirit banner in my hand on the photo, and turned around the Eight Immortals Table from left to right under my feet.

When I got back to the same place, I clasped the spirit flag with my hands together, waved it towards the position of the photo, and then bent down and handed it to the position of the immortal lamp.

In an instant, there was a 'whoosh', and the spirit flag burned, and the fire was particularly good, illuminating the whole house exceptionally brightly.

Seeing this, I exhaled heavily in my heart, Made, doing a funeral in this room is really a very courageous thing, I have been trembling and shaking the funeral, for fear that something will happen.

Now it's okay, the Soul Banner is also lit, just wait for the Soul Banner to be burned, and this disgust is over.

After about a minute of burning, the spirit flag burned to the handle, and I threw the spirit flag under the table of the eight immortals, and waved it at the picture of the deceased, just about to say something like that.

Suddenly, the whole room went dark, and the surroundings became extremely silent, and you could hear a pin drop.

I was stunned for a moment, Made, it won't be extinguished, so I hurriedly looked down at the bottom of the table, and couldn't help patting my chest and mouth, but the fire was getting fewer and fewer, and it was not extinguished, and the soul flag was only the size of a thumb and not burned.

I didn't care about this, so I read a paragraph to the Eight Immortals Table, "The sky is round and the place is round, the nine chapters of the law, I will go down to the altar today, and I will die of evil, ten thousand ghosts are hidden, the auspicious stars are shining, and the population is healthy." ”

After reading these words, I clapped my hands and turned my head to look at Lang Gao, who was staring at me nervously, and when he saw me looking at him, he said, "Brother Jiu, are you okay?" ”

I hummed and said, "It's time to prepare the corpse for four o'clock." ”

"Good!" Na Langgao's face was relieved, he nodded, and was about to walk towards me.

At this moment, I heard a 'bang' at the tip of my ear, and when I turned my head, I saw that the picture of the deceased had fallen on the table, and the spirit flag under the table of the Eight Immortals had been completely extinguished.

As soon as I saw this situation, my heart sank, this is not a good sign, according to the normal situation, after the yin is tired, I still need to clean up the altar, and then move some things from the altar to the altar outside, and when the yang is over, these things need to be wrapped in a piece of white paper, and then dig a small pit to bury these things in the ground.

And now the photo of the deceased suddenly fell, what is the situation?

"Brother Jiu, what's wrong? Look at your face is a little wrong! Na Lang Gao walked up to me and asked softly.

I swallowed the doubts in my heart, said that it was okay, and reached for the picture of the deceased.

When I picked up the photo, I was blindfolded, and my whole body shook violently.

I saw that the photo was white, and the image inside had disappeared before I knew it.

This discovery almost didn't scare me to death, at first I thought it was dazzling, I rubbed my eyes vigorously, and Dingqing took a look, where is this photo, obviously a blank paper stuck in the frame.

"Big... Big brother, it was before... Be... Did you get the wrong photo? "I was already knotted in my speech, and I could even hear my own trill. Since entering the industry, I have never encountered this kind of thing, how can the photo of a dead person suddenly become a blank piece of paper, if this is said, no one will believe it.

But now that this is happening right in front of my eyes, I don't know what to do next.

When Na Lang Gao heard this, he glanced at the photo in my hand.

In an instant, his body trembled, and bean-sized sweat droplets came out of his forehead, and he said in a trembling voice: "No... Not... That's right, just... Only... Only... This is the picture. ”

As soon as the words fell, a terrible scream came from outside the door.