Haiting was wiping his face with a towel, and outside the courtyard gate of Aunt Feng'er's house, the rustle of many people walking could be heard from far and near. Haiting walked to the door curiously, looked out through the crack in the door, only glanced at it, stumbled back, and almost sat on the ground.

"Why?"

"Outside...... Someone ......" Haiting glared, pointed to the door with a frightened expression, and stammered.

Mo Chen put down the basin in confusion, walked to the gate of the courtyard in three or two steps, and glanced at the crack in the door. This small village is not as good as the city, there are few street lights, and at this hour, basically every household goes to sleep with the lights out, so that Mo Chen's vision is very bad. Through the crack in the door, you can faintly see that there are people flashing by, as if they are just passing by their door.

"What for?" Fan Tong behind him asked, Haiting pompously wrapped the towel around his neck and retracted back to Fan Tong's side, just like doing this, which could make him find a lot of security.

Mo Chen replied casually: "I didn't see it clearly." Immediately, he glanced at the courtyard wall, and at the root of the west courtyard wall, there were forks of dead trees more than one meter high, Mo Chen stepped forward and tried it with his feet, and it was quite strong.

Mo Chen moved his hands to the edge of the wall, stepped on the pile of dead wood, and his body scurried up, soaring, and climbed on the wall.

At this time, when looking out, it can be said that the lights are bright.

Indeed, there were a lot of people, neatly lined up in two rows, walking through the door in an orderly manner. Every few people, someone would hold a torch, and Mo Chen was only through the crack in the door, the angle of his vision was limited, and what he really saw was the position of the shoulders of the people passing by.

This group of people, at first glance, should be a funeral or funeral procession, all dressed in white filial piety clothes, the leader of the line holding high the spirit flag, and the people behind him, from time to time throwing paper money into the air.

What made Mo Chen strange was that this mourning team looked very weird, every time the people who walked by Mo Chen's sight, no one could see a sad expression on their faces, and no one was crying. Not only that, Mo Chen even felt that these were like being hired by someone to pay to make up the number, and everyone had an expression of indifference, as if they were just lining up and following the people in front of them to perform some kind of ritual.

"Who?" Fan Tong asked curiously, and wanted to come over, but Haiting suddenly grabbed her shirt and shook her head.

Mo Chen kept looking outside on the wall, didn't speak, and looked at it for a while, except that these people looked a little strange, he couldn't see any clues, so Mo Chen simply stopped looking.

Just as he was about to jump off the pyre, the tail of the funeral team happened to come over, and there were a total of eight young strong men at the end of the row, carrying a wide board with a mat on it, and a person lying straight on it.

The man was wearing a dark blue shroud, Mo Chen's gaze couldn't help but be caught by him, generally speaking, the funeral procession, carrying a big statue, or holding the ash jar, this is all common sense, how could someone directly carry the corpse out? Is this the custom here?

However, just as the corpse was about to pass past Mo Chen's sight, a terrifying scene suddenly happened......

The corpse that was being carried suddenly turned his head stiffly, opened his eyes, and looked directly at Mo Chen. In this life and death, the two looked at each other, and Mo Chen's heart was about to jump out of his throat.

The corpse's face was pale, and there seemed to be blood flashing in its scarlet eyes, faintly wanting to burst out of its eyes.

However, this is not the most terrifying, what makes Mo Chen's scalp tingle is that that face is so familiar, and even every tiny expression of his is so the same, because it is none other than Mo Chen's own face!!

Mo Chen only felt that there was a flower in front of him, his feet were unstable, and he stumbled down the pyre, but fortunately stood by the wall.

"What's wrong with you?" Fan Tong held Mo Chen and asked with concern, Mo Chen waved his hand and did not speak, pointed to the east room, Fan Tong understood, took his arm, returned to the house, and locked the door.

After settling down, Mo Chen told the two of them about the scene he had just seen.

Haiting sighed, "It's too scary!" If you don't sleep at night, what kind of trouble is this? As if he hadn't heard Mo Chen's words, he only commented and complained about the mourning team.

Since coming down from the wall, Mo Chen has been with a gloomy face, Fan Tong stretched out his hand and shook it in front of Mo Chen's eyes, and Mo Chen came back to his senses and looked at her. Fan Tong comforted, "Don't think too much, maybe you've lost your eyes, it's dark here." ”

Mo Chen nodded, but did not speak, Haiting reacted at this time, he should comfort Mo Chen, and said with the wind, "That's it, old Mo, you!" It's just that I love to think all day long, on such a dark day, I can't see the dead face clearly, I'm afraid it's really hard to tell if it's a man or a woman! ”

Being persuaded by Fan Tong and the others, Mo Chen was also a little unsure whether the face he saw at that time was his own delusion, perhaps, just because the body of the corpse was very similar to himself.

As for the strange funeral procession, I think tomorrow morning, ask Aunt Feng, and you will be able to know what is going on.

There was only one big kang in the east room, and Fan Tong had to live with Mo Chen and them, so he could only sleep with Mo Chen and the others. Disturbed by the funeral team just now, Haiting was a little scared, clamoring to sleep by the wall, saying that it was safe to do so. Fan Tong also agreed with this statement, so the kang was divided into two halves, the more half were asleep Mo Chen and Haiting, and the other wall was Fan Tong.

And in order to avoid offending Fan Tong when he was asleep, Mo Chen simply found a quilt that the bed did not have, rolled it up, and acted as a dividing line between himself and Fan Tong.

Everyone just lay down, and Haiting still had a ride with Mo Chen, chatting with Fan Tong and asking Fan Tong why he didn't want to sleep with Aunt Feng.

In the dark, Fan Tong said, "Actually, it's something to be afraid of...... I'm just not used to sleeping with strangers. ”

Haiting snickered, "Emma, I'm quite touched by letting you say that!" At least to you, we're yourself. Saying that, Haiting pushed Mo Chen, "Isn't it?" Own. ”

Mo Chen deliberately pretended to be asleep, and made a soft popping sound, he knew that no matter what he said at this time, he would only get one result, which was like giving Haiting a boost, which could make Haiting endlessly nag non-stop.

There was nothing to say all night, and the next day, Mo Chen and the others had not yet gotten up, and they were faintly awakened by the smell of rice. After washing and cleaning up, they were called by Aunt Feng to eat in the main house.

Mo Chen asked about last night's funeral procession, "Auntie, take the liberty of asking, you here, has anyone from anyone passed away recently?" ”

Aunt Feng looked at Mo Chen in surprise, very strange, why did he ask like this, "No!" What's wrong? ”

Mo Chen told what he saw last night, but he didn't mention it again, the face of the corpse was his own.