Wang Dongsheng's son was very distressed.

The three sisters were guarding the coffin outside, and he was really tired, so he came up and lay down for a while.

Tomorrow the village will come, the custom here is that which dead family, a village will come to "mourn", and then eat and drink for a day, but also need to invite the troupe, Taoist priests, these are all money.

The old man had to give birth to a son, so he gave birth to himself.

But he is so poor, he went to the south to work after finishing junior high school, and his sisters are not very good in addition to returning home for the New Year, and every time they come back, they are the same sentence, "Parents like you the most, you have to take care of them more when they are old!" ”

Wang Hai was helpless every time he heard this, and he was even more helpless when he saw Wang Dongsheng showing a toothless smile.

The house was leaking everywhere, and like his thin body, it was full of holes.

The death of his father made him more anxious than sad.

All I thought of before needed money, as well as all kinds of expenses, burials, hospitality, all of which were told to him by a few sisters who came home and wept bitterly at the coffin.

Then, they continued to cry, intermittently saying that they could not let the villagers look down on them, and that they should do a big job and handle this funeral well.

Wang Hai's father died at home, and I heard that he had just come back from collecting firewood, and he hadn't cooked anything, so he lay on the bed to rest, and then died.

It can be said that it is "no illness" in the countryside, this "joy and mourning".

Wang Hai has always been single, his family is poor, so his ambitions are short, and he has no ideals, so he works as an assembly line worker in an ordinary factory, and his salary is not much after deducting the rent.

Wang Hai thought about these troubles, he fell asleep in a daze, he was reluctant to do a bullet train, and the green train he took could save a few hundred yuan, at this time a wave of tiredness hit, and his eyelids fought, it was so noisy outside, he could also fall asleep.

His three elder sisters were enthusiastic, and invited the Taoist priests who did things by the river, and they didn't ask about the price, so they let them eat Jiao for their father, which was lively.

When the three Taoist priests came from the river, Wang Hai happened to be asleep.

It takes a long time for the river god or water charm to practice, and since he has taken so much money from the village, then read all the Taoist scriptures, at least it looks decent.

The glass on the portrait was shattered, and the frame was replaced, and the photo was wrinkled, which made the old man's eyes deformed, and it looked weird.

To do things here, you just need to recite the "mantra of death".

The two little Taoist priests lit the rune paper first, circled the rune paper three times, and began to practice.

Luo Dao was busy all afternoon, a little thirsty, and saw a water bottle behind the coffin, so he went to pour water and drink it himself.

He poured a glass of water and turned to go over when he saw the back of the coffin dripping below.

It's not summer, and the person died yesterday, it can't be corpse water, Lao Dao lowered his head to take a look, but heard a slight sound from the coffin.

It was very noisy outside, Lao Dao couldn't hear clearly, he had to put his ears close to the coffin, his face changed drastically, the plastic cup in his hand was also pinched flat by himself, and the boiling water flowed into his hands, but he didn't feel pain.

He heard heavy breathing inside, and someone was rolling over inside, and the voice seemed to be in his ear, "I'm coming out!" ”

Wang Hai didn't dare to sleep for too long, he still had a lot to do, but when he was about to open his eyes, he couldn't open them.

He wanted to turn over, but he couldn't move, only his fingers could move slightly.

"Ghost press?"

I heard that the place of the dead is heavy, but when he heard that there was a Taoist priest outside, he felt a little at ease, and the "ghost press" could not force himself to get up, so it would be more and more pressed.

Wang Hai began to relax himself, and after a while, his eyelids could move, although he still couldn't completely dominate, but he could open them a little.

Hey, why is there a person standing at the head of the bed, who is coming, why is he standing like that, and he doesn't shout at me or move around.

Wang Hai tried to keep his eyes open, how familiar that person's trouser legs were.

Wang Hai looked carefully, and his body began to tremble, it was the longevity clothes he bought for his father.

5-piece shroud set, 4-piece set of double spread and double cover, head and foot pillows, shoes, hats, socks, belts, leggings, mouthbells, coiled scarves, face cloths, gold and silver ingots, cushion money, the whole set he bought at that time, standing on him can see blue cotton pants and shoes, that person is still tied legs, which is a living person......

Wang Hai wanted to shout, his throat was like being pressed against a stone, and he had no place to move his whole body except for his constantly beating eyelids and trembling fingers.

This must be a dream, Wang Hai closed his eyes, trying to calm his heartbeat.

He felt water dripping on his forehead, cold and cold, more and more droplets, all over his head, on his pillow.

Breathing with a cloudy breath in the lungs came from his ears, and the man lowered his head in his ear!

He felt a cold yin aura linger around his neck.

He couldn't help but open his eyes again, this time he was even more frightened, a man with a "hijab" on his head, wearing a blue silk cotton suit he bought, was about to prostrate on him, and he couldn't see the other party's face, but this time he definitely knew that the other party was not a person.

His upper body and legs were tied, so he bent stiffly, and the two men were face to face, separated only by a piece of yellow sheet paper.

"Dad, is that you?"

Wang Hai pursed in his throat, and he tried to spit out these words.

When the "man" heard this, he paused, but then stretched out his hand again, which did not have much flesh, was not pale, and was covered with calluses, rubbing against Wang Hai's face.

These hands were cold, but Wang Hai felt that they were his father's hands.

"Dad, what are you going to do?"

The "man" ignored him and shoved his hard fingers into his mouth.

Wang Hai gritted his teeth with all his might, now he didn't dare to speak, but he didn't have the strength to be pressed by the ghost.

A finger was shoved in, and,

Two roots

Three

He could smell the yellow paper on the "man's" body.

Choke then.

He's still going on,

Four roots,

The whole fist.

The corners of Wang Hai's mouth were torn and his mandible was also lost.

He whimpered in pain and fear through his throat.

The "man" was doing his thing slowly and methodically, and he used his cold fingers to cut a few cuts in Wang Hai's ceiling.

Bloody,

The "man" pulled out his hand, and slowly, took some "face paper"

Then he put his nose in front of Wang Hai's bloody mouth.

Wang Hai saw his appearance clearly this time.

The face was full of white hair, and those white hairs were dense and short, as long as the hairs on the arms.

"Woo woo woo ......" Wang Hai's words were slurred......

The "man" enjoyed the smell of his blood......

The door was opened, and Lao Dao looked at the scene on the bed, dumbfounded.

Wang Hai opened his exaggerated mouth, his eyes bulged outward, and his body stiffened to death on the bed.

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