||->-> Chapter 383 of the main text is forcing the soul

A few people walked through the alley in the stockade and went straight ahead. Walk through several rows of houses and come to the front of the stockade. Looking at the sound of the past, in front of a house on the east side, the lights were bright and lively.

Obviously, it's this family that is doing the funeral.

In front of the door, a plastic tarpaulin is set up in a tent, and under the tent, a red lacquered coffin is carried on a bench. The coffin swings straight, with the small head rushing to the door and the big head rushing out. The coffin lid was turned over, and the deceased fell asleep in the recess.

The deceased was covered with a white cloth, and it was not clear what his face and gender were. But judging by the couplets on the wreath, it was an elderly man.

At least there were more than a hundred people, mostly elderly, children and women. They all sat on benches and circled the coffin in a half-circle.

Ding Ermiao and the three of them glanced at each other, silently separated, pretending not to know each other, and walked forward separately. Ding Ermiao went around to the east of the crowd, Wu Zhanzhan guarded the west of the crowd, and Li Qingdong was directly south of the crowd, facing the coffin, looking at the overall situation.

Because there were too many people at the funeral, many relatives of the main family and the villagers did not know each other. So, Ding Ermiao and Li Qingdong and Wu Zhanzhan are three strangers? Ten thousand? Book? Right? The novel wanshuba.com came to the scene and did not attract anyone's attention. The people who watched the excitement thought that they were also distant relatives of the main family, and they didn't ask.

Three filial sons, dressed in plain white filial piety clothes, kneeling on the east side of the coffin with hemp rope tied around their waists; There were also a few women, also dressed in plain clothes, wearing white flowers on their heads, holding on to the coffin and crying.

Depending on the situation, the mourning has not yet begun.

Ding Ermiao held the handle of the umbrella in his hand and felt the changes in the compass. The compass was stable, and there was not even a slight tremor.

Could it be that Li Qingdong, this old guy, really miscalculated? Ding Ermiao was a little impatient in his heart, and looked at Li Qingdong, but found that he was holding his long beard with a determined face.

Just when Ding Ermiao was puzzled, he suddenly saw a slender woman in her thirties coming from the west side of the village.

As she walked, she put the three-foot white cloth in her hand over her head, and when she was about to reach the door of the main house, she suddenly cried and shouted: "Relatives! ”

This voice came from the clouds in a trance, clear and excited, tactful and cool, and the direct teaching people could hear it clearly. There is shouting in suffering, crying in shouting, the pain of bereavement, in this voice, is vividly interpreted.

Just this voice, just these three words, has already made many old people and women present red-eyed.

Ding Ermiao's heart moved, knowing that the main man was on the field, and at the same time, the handle of the umbrella held in his palm trembled slightly. Look at the woman again, her footwork is erratic, like a fairy stepping on the clouds, her body is delicate, and she comes with all her money......

No wonder he cried so well, it turned out that there was indeed a ghost possessed!

Ding Ermiao glanced at Li Qingdong in surprise, I am sun, and this old guy is right.

On the other side of the crowd, Wu Zhanzhan also sensed that something was wrong, and looked at Li Qingdong at the same time as Ding Ermiao. Li Qingdong straightened his beard, shook his head slightly, and signaled Ding Ermiao and Wu Zhanzhan not to rush to do it first.

The weeping woman had a white cloth on her head, and after she shouted out in her voice, she had already reached the coffin, and the tears had already fallen, and her sad demeanor caused the women of the lord's family to cry together.

The relatives and friends of the main family quickly helped the daughter-in-law and daughter of the deceased to the side, and helped the mourning girl to sit down on the bench next to the coffin. Now that the protagonist has appeared, other people who cry filial piety should leave.

"Loved ones, ......!"

The mourning girl lowered her head and lowered her eyes, gently pounded the coffin, opened her mouth sadly, and began to cry word by word.

In the singing voice of Tsing Yi who cried and cried, the mourning women counted the life and past of the deceased word by word, and the life situation and voice and smile of the deceased seemed to gradually emerge in front of everyone with her crying and singing.

Almost everyone in the audience was in tears. Especially those aunts, who wet their handkerchiefs with tears, raised their sleeves to wipe their eyes.

At first, the tone of the mourning girl was crisp, but then it gradually became hoarse, and it seemed even more truly sad. It was as if the deceased lying on the lid of the coffin was really her dearest person who wept for the mourning of her daughter.

The drum team on one side, occasionally three or two cymbals, the melodious and miserable suona, and the accompaniment to the beat of the weeping mourning girl, add infinite desolation.

The night is getting deeper, the chickens and dogs do not crow, and the huge open space in front of the door has become a stage for the crying and mourning girl alone.

Ding Ermiao and the three of them stood for a long time and listened for a long time.

It's just not easy to get started. Because there are too many people at the scene, once a misunderstanding is caused, the people of the main family think that they are here to mess around, which is not very good. Causing someone's funeral is equivalent to digging someone's ancestral grave.

The ghost attached to the crying mourning girl should not have noticed the identity of Ding Ermiao and others, and the more she cried, the more she sang, the more energetic she became. Ding Ermiao's legs were sore, and he was impatient.

peeked to see Wu Zhanzhan, but Ding Ermiao found that her eyes were a little red, presumably infected by the performance of the crying mourning girl and the atmosphere of the scene.

A woman is a woman, it's too easy to be soft-hearted, too easy to be emotional! Ding Ermiao smiled slightly in his heart.

After another long time, the mourning girl finally stopped crying and rested for a while. Someone in the main family immediately brought hot tea to say thank you and say hard work.

The relatives and children of the deceased, distant relatives and close neighbors, even donated their money, took out banknotes of various denominations from their pockets, and stepped forward to put them on a sieve in front of the mourning woman.

This money is a lottery, because the mourning girl cries and sings well, so the relatives and friends of the deceased give a reward to the mourning girl.

Ding Ermiao couldn't wait a little and looked at Li Qingdong. Li Qingdong nodded slightly and motioned to move. Wu Zhanzhan also saw the expressions of Ding Ermiao and Li Qingdong, raised his hand to his ear and pretended to pull his hair, and made an OK gesture.

With Ding Ermiao's mouth, Wu Zhanzhan slowly stepped forward, and also threw a hundred yuan on the sieve in front of the crying mourning girl, smiled slightly, and said, "It's so good to sing." ”

"Thank you......" The mourning girl instinctively nodded in thanks, but after saying a word, her face suddenly changed, and her face turned pale because of fear.

Because the possessed ghost on her body has sensed the aura of danger!

"You're welcome, you continue." Wu Zhanzhan smiled slightly, stretched out his hand to put it on the shoulder of the mourning girl, and the white bracelet on his wrist also emitted a faint light at this time.

A very casual action, as if comforting the crying and mourning girl, was actually a sneak attack by Wu Zhanzhan.

Wu Zhanzhan planned to take away this possessed ghost unknowingly at the moment of contact.

"Don't!" The mourning girl was taken aback, threw down the teacup in her hand, screamed in her mouth, and threw herself on the coffin, dodging Wu Zhanzhan's hand!

The sneak attack failed.

Wu Zhanzhan couldn't help but be stunned when he saw such a big reaction from the crying and mourning girl, and he couldn't advance or retreat. If you shake off the impermanence rope and forcibly force out the ghost of the crying mourning girl, it will inevitably arouse public anger and make a fuss.

"What's going on?" The people of the main family and the people watching the excitement all stood up together, looking at the mourning girl and Wu Zhanzhan suspiciously.