"Are you ready?" The village chief shouted, the gathered villagers responded one after another, and the village chief said "Let's go!" I saw a few prime men lifting up the coffin that had sealed the body, Mo Chen looked at the time, it was just eight o'clock in the evening.

The second elder of the Zhou family wore plain clothes, and walked at the head of the row with the people who carried the flags, and Aunt Zhou was holding an old dress in her arms, thinking that it was the clothes that her daughter wore when she was alive, I don't know if it was the customs here, or Aunt Zhou expressed her reluctance to her daughter.

There were also a few villagers in mourning clothes who followed closely behind the second elder of the Zhou family, each carrying a bag of paper money in their hands, but they were only carrying it and not throwing it away, as if they were waiting for someone's order. Behind them were a few prime men carrying the coffin, as well as the coffin of the daughter of the Zhou family, and the village chief walked next to the coffin, with the majesty of the old Taishan. The villagers walking on both sides of the team, every once in a while, someone is responsible for holding torches to illuminate, in the mountains in the dark night of late autumn, this mighty procession, looks quite weird.

Mo Chen and the three of them also changed into dark and simple clothes, and followed Liu Yan at the end of the group, in fact, Mo Chen and the others were not suitable for following the villagers on this trip. First of all, they are not related to the Zhou family, and they have never even said hello, so they don't have this kind of affection. Moreover, Mo Chen and the others are outsiders after all, and they don't know anything about the customs and customs here, and once they are a little careless, it is even more inappropriate to collide with anyone.

However, Liu Yan seemed to want to take them to participate in this funeral together, and never asked them to go back, and Mo Chen and the others had to stay, bored to accompany them.

From the village to the back mountain, in fact, there is not much distance, but this mourning team is not ordinary after all, plus the number of people is large, and they have to carry a heavy coffin, so the speed of travel is not ordinary slow.

After walking for a while, Haiting couldn't help muttering in a low voice, "At this rate, this has to go to the Year of the Monkey?" ”

"Just follow along, where are you talking so much nonsense!" Mo Chen reprimanded in a low voice, lowering his eyebrows and peeking at the few villagers in front of him, as if no one had noticed the conversation on their side.

Haiting wrapped his clothes tightly, looked left and right, and couldn't help but shiver, "Eh, don't you feel a little cold?" As he spoke, he was about to look back, but Fan Tong grabbed his wrist and said in a low voice, "Don't look back." ”

"Huh? What's wrong? Hai Ting's face was frightened, but he was very obedient, and his neck froze there and he didn't dare to move.

Fan Tong let go of his hand and said in a low voice, "Haven't you heard of a funeral, can't you turn back?" God knows, what's behind you. ”

"Huh?!"

Mo Chen put his hand on his lips and coughed lightly, a snicker crossed the corner of his lips, and glanced at Fan Tong, she winked at Mo Chen. Fan Tong still has a way, a nonsense sentence made Haiting suddenly quiet.

In the mountains at night, the temperature is not as cold as in the city, and it is almost the winter season, and the occasional wind blows by, which can not help but make people shiver.

When he first walked out of the village, Mo Chen could still vaguely hear the crying from the front of the row, and as he walked, he could only hear people's footsteps.

Call~~

Suddenly a strong wind blows, and the wind rises? Mo Chen looked up at the trees standing on both sides of the mountain road, the dead branches that had no leaves swayed slightly, but the amplitude of the swaying was far from the strength of the wind.

Just when Mo Chen was suspicious, he felt that his vision was becoming more and more unclear, and as the team marched, he felt that he could not see the torches at the head of the row clearly.

"Foggy, huh?" Haiting finally couldn't help it and touched Mo Chen's arm, Mo Chen nodded, and looked forward uneasily. The entire team, it seemed that only Mo Chen and a few of them noticed the increasingly dense fog, while the others continued to walk as if nothing had happened. However, Mo Chen looked at it and saw that there were people in front of him throwing paper money into the sky from time to time.

After a while, Mo Chen could clearly feel that the mist was slowly dissipating, and at this moment, the villagers who threw paper money stopped throwing paper money.

Buying road money? In Mo Chen's mind, such a word appeared inexplicably.

Therefore, those villagers who carry paper money, when they first leave the village, just carry paper money and do not throw it away, is this the real intention?

The wind stopped and the fog dispersed, and I thought that this was the end of the strange things on the road, but after a while, there was a sporadic light rain in the night sky.

Even Hai Ting, who was nervous, realized that something was wrong, and this time he didn't even dare to complain, silently followed the team and continued to move forward.

Suddenly, the leader of the line walked slower and slower, and there were constantly whispers, Mo Chen walked at the end, and he couldn't hear it clearly, but seeing the villagers in front of him getting more and more commotion, he thought that something must have happened. After a while, a familiar figure ran over, that person was Da Qi, when he came out, Mo Chen remembered that kid, as if he was following the coffin and was responsible for holding a torch for lighting.

Da Qi ran to the end of the row and whispered a few words to Liu Yan, only to see Liu Yan frowning, raising his legs and hurriedly running forward. Da Qi was about to run over, but Mo Chen took two steps to him and grabbed his arm.

"Huh?"

Mo Chen asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?" ”

Da Qi's face was solemn, and he shook his head slightly, as if there was something unspeakable. Mo Chen's strength in grasping Daqi did not decrease in the slightest, and in desperation, Daqi whispered in his ear, Mo Chen let go, and Daqi turned around and ran back to the front.

"What's the situation?"

Mo Chen whispered to himself: "The girl of the Zhou family may be a corpse!" ”

"Say what?" Haiting almost screamed out, and immediately covered his mouth.

When they were about to leave for the funeral, Mo Chen and the others watched as the big nails fell one by one, sealing the Zhou family's girl in the coffin.

Corpse fraud? How can you see it?

At this time, no one needs to publicize it, and the entire funeral team is chaotic. Until I heard the village chief shout loudly, "What are you doing?!" What about rebellion?! The noise subsided slightly.

Mo Chen and the others looked ahead one after another, seeing Liu Yan commanding in front, and the big Qi was shuttling back and forth in the mourning team, as if they were helping Liu Yan find someone.

However, at this juncture, he heard a bump, and in the exclamation of everyone, Mo Chen's eyes couldn't help but widen. I saw a black wooden board fly up and smashed into the villagers on the side, and for a while, the wailing was endless.

Where is the wooden board, it is clearly the lid of the coffin of the daughter of the Zhou family!!

Without giving everyone a chance to react, a black shadow flew out of the air, flew out violently, pounced on the neighboring villagers with teeth and claws, and poked at the chest of the first old man who was hit, and blood suddenly sprayed out.