I continued to stare at the droplets, and from this angle I could faintly hear the barking of the two black cats on the roof, which were gradually angry. [No pop-ups]

According to my prediction, no more than tonight, this corpse will be troubled, deceitful corpse, at this moment a white-haired old lady was helped by someone crying and walked in, her eyes were cloudy, it is estimated that she could not see the road clearly, her legs and feet were obviously inconvenient, she was limp and crooked, and her face was wrinkled, as if she had been cut with a knife.

"My son, why did you leave your mother so ruthlessly, how did you let me live" The old lady lay on the coffin and cried darkly, suppressing the meow of the cat

Her cry was full of despair, smelling sadness, listening to tears, the cruelest thing in the world was the white-haired man sending the black-haired man, Ning Ya's eyes were red, and from time to time she stretched out her hand to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, I couldn't help but stretch out my hand and pat her, trying to give her some comfort, this scene was seen by Zhang Yitong in the back, his face was a little ugly, a little unwilling.

"Oops"

At this moment, Lao Dao, who was sitting on the ground, suddenly opened his eyes, stood up suddenly, stared at the corpse in the coffin with a solemn face, and saw that the hair on the corpse stood up at some point, like a needle, this is the rhythm of defrauding the corpse in advance

I knew in my heart that the tears of the old lady must have dropped on the corpse's body when she was crying just now, which caused the corpse to be deceived in advance.

Here I want to explain that if a person dies because of an accident, then when his relatives are sad and crying, or when sending him on the last journey, no matter how heartbroken he is, tears must not drip on the corpse.

Lao Dao walked to the other people in the hall and muttered quietly, and then a few people came out and pulled the old lady away, and then Lao Dao ordered a few strong men next to him to lift the coffin board and cover it, and then he took out a dark red thread from his bag, a bowl of black dog county, as if the countryside made furniture, with red thread stained with black dog blood throughout the coffin around the body, popping out red lines, not paying attention to look as if the coffin was tied by the red line.

This is not the end, Lao Dao nailed the soil of the top coffin in the blood of the black dog for a while, and then nailed the coffin, and then walked around the coffin with a bell in his hand, three circles on the left, three circles on the right, and the last charm was pasted in the center of the coffin.

After doing this, Lao Dao touched the sweat on his forehead, turned around and said something to the little Taoist boy, Ning Ya turned around after reading these and asked, "Is there any point in that old Taoist doing this just now?"

I was about to explain, but Zhang Yitong next to me preemptively said: "These Taoist priests are generally crooked and heretical, specializing in cheating people out of money, we have to believe in science, how can there be ghosts in this world, what kind of deception, we are all highly educated students, and we only believe in materialist dialectics"

I smiled and didn't speak, Ning Ya pouted and said unconvinced: "Brother Tong, do you remember when we were a child when we went to steal sweet potatoes, and after you came back, you started a high fever, people were confused and talked nonsense, and it was useless to ask a lot of doctors, and in the end, it was the Ma Pozi from the next village who put a few stacks of grave paper under your pillow to cure you."

"At that time, the doctors were all half-, and my fever was just resisted by the body, you really think that a few stacks of grave paper cured me, I really didn't see it, Xiaoya, you are still a little superstitious" Zhang Yitong said with a smile.

Ning Ya glanced at me, and was about to refute, when she shouted in the courtyard: "It's time to eat" interrupted Ning Ya's words, and then Wu Ming also walked in and took us to eat.

The small courtyard is not very neat and neatly placed four large tables, all of which are made of red, gloomy wood, and are made of the same material as the coffin, as well as the stools.

We sat on the big table on the left side in front of the door, there were more than a dozen bowls of vegetables on the table, there were fish, meat and chicken, although the color was not very good, but the taste was very fragrant and positive, I smelled the taste and ate it.

Ning Ya didn't eat at first, saw that I ate so deliciously, and ate a few bites, then nodded and ate too, and after the wine and food were full, the old Taoist began to get busy again, and said to a strong man: "Twelve o'clock tonight is the time for the seedlings to come out, but since he is not blind to death, he has always been unwilling to spit out the breath of the seedlings in his throat, if he can't spit it out before eleven and a half, he will be a deceitful corpse." ”

When I heard this, I rolled my eyes, this old way is really tactful, the black cat is squatting on the roof, the breath is condensed, and the corpse has been hairy to death, this is almost 100% evil, he also covered the coffin with red threads, and also put a charm, just to prevent the corpse from coming out.

"Xiao Fei, what is out of the seedlings, I only know about the funeral," Ning Ya asked puzzled.

I cleared my throat and said: "In ancient times, people would look for blind people when they died, and the fortune teller calculated the time of the funeral and the time of the seedlings, and then opened a slip and burned it to the underworld, which is the same as the pass issued now."

Zhang Yitong pursed his lips and said, "Wu Xiaofei, you can really pull it." Then he said to Ning Ya: "This is all feudal superstition, and you can't believe it."

Ning Ya rolled her eyes, let me continue, I nodded and continued: "You should all know about the funeral, and this seedling is particular, this seedling is the last breath of a person after death, this breath will be hoarded in the throat of a person, and the seedlings will be released at any time within seven days after death, generally not more than seven days, that is, the time of the funeral."

"And the seedlings are poisonous, and the toxicity is very strong, if you don't pay attention to the seedlings sprayed, the light will be a serious illness, and the heavy will be played directly, so people will find a blind man for safety to calculate the time of the seedlings, and if you encounter a horizontal death, death is not blind, the heart is unwilling, the mouth of the seedlings naturally can't spit out, slowly in the throat blackened, upset, and then in the time of the seedlings caused by the corpse, the corpse will generally kill relatives first, and then the neighbors"

Speaking of this, I smiled mysteriously and said to Zhang Yitong: "And this seedling in my throat can't be spit out, and it will become bad tonight."

Zhang Yitong looked at me with idiotic eyes, then turned around and left outside.

At this time, the old Taoist priest was drawing something in the hall, and every stroke he would recite a mantra and shake the bell, which should be in the array.

Ning Ya looked bored and had to pull me out for a walk, saying let me see the place where she grew up, I smiled and followed Ning Ya out.

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