"Let's not go, the husband and wife who saw the doctor here the night before are dead, I want to see, what kind of moths did grandpa and dad toss on these two dead people this time?"

"Our plan can be implemented, and this time we have changed the way, and the previous plan to monitor them in our home seems to be very unsuccessful."

"Then what do you say?" Wenbao asked in a low voice.

"You go get two bicycles, wait for the car to pull the coffin, and the two of us will secretly follow." I said, "This time I want to see how they brought back the dead in the graveyard." ”

"You mean the two of us are going to guard the dead man's grave?" Wenbao said with a frown.

"Whatever you do, you're going to be happy! If not, what do you say? I said a little anxiously.

"But what's wrong with that woman in my house?" Wen Bao pointed in the direction of his home and asked, "You can't just ignore it, right?" ”

I raised my foot and kicked Wenbao and scolded: "You calf, it's endless!" Whatever I tell you to do, you can do it quickly, long-winded bird! ”

Wenbao glanced at me helplessly, tilted his head and walked away with a huff.

When it was dark, the four-wheeled vehicle that pulled the coffin "stepped on!" He came to our house and pulled away the two coffins that had been put on the **.

We who had been lying in ambush on the road, hurriedly rode our bicycles, and followed the car pulling the coffin to the neighboring village.

Four adobe thatched houses, the yard was brightly lit, and a thin strip of wood protruded high from the eaves, and a large degree of incandescent lamp was staggered.

Under the bright light, a mourning shed built with black plastic sheeting was hung indiscriminately with white filial piety cloth, and the courtyard was bustling with people.

Several people dressed in white filial piety clothes and filial piety cloths knelt on the edge of the mourning shed with their heads bowed, and two dead bodies lay side by side with their backs facing the sky, lying on a wooden shelf.

In the yard, the grass foam paper ashes are flying everywhere, and there are people burning yellow paper next to several mud pots, and the smell of smoke and fire is choking, and the yard is filled with a very strong sad atmosphere.

At the top of the dead man's head was a small rectangular wooden table, on which were enshrined two bowls of white rice, with two pairs of chopsticks stuck straight on the top.

On both sides of the rice, there are large steamed buns painted red, and three on one side, in the shape of a pyramid, which is a road meal prepared for the deceased.

Two people, a man and a woman, were lying down, dressed in black, and dressed in old clothes for the dead.

The shroud is fat and big, black and bulging, and it makes people panic when they look at it!

I went up and looked at the faces of the dead men, and to my surprise, the faces of the two dead men were blue and purple this time.

His face was bruised, his eyes were wide open, his teeth were twisted, and his expression was very abrupt, and even the eyeballs were about to fall out.

The chin is unhooked and drooping, and the tongue is mixed with blood foam on one side of the corner of the mouth, probably due to the long time of death, and the blood at the corner of the mouth has already knotted!

The dead man had the money in his mouth and stumbling wires around his feet.

There were a few people walking back and forth around the shed, and I knew that they were watching the little animals that didn't let the cats and dogs pant alive, close to the bodies of the dead.

Because once a small animal panting alive walks past the dead person, the corpse will use the gas to trick the corpse and bite wildly.

I quietly pulled a handful of Wenbao and took advantage of the chaos to sneak into the deceased's house, wanting to see if there was anything to be found in the deceased's house.

The house was a mess, and in addition to the necessities such as the spirit flags and filial piety cloth for the dead, there was a big rooster tied to the ground in the outhouse.

I know that this big rooster is used to bring the souls of the dead when they go to the grave to be buried.

"How do two people use one rooster?" I wondered, "Wenbao, look at the rooster used to lead the soul, it seems that there is one missing." ”

"In addition, the two who died this time are not the same as when Ermaozi died."

"Do you see their faces? It is the color of bruising, not only is it different from Ermaozi's pale face, but it is also different from the face of a normal dead person. ”

"When I came back this time, I followed you to see some dead people, I don't know what the faces of dead people look like." Wenbao muttered timidly.

I "cut!" With a sigh, I ignored him, walked straight to the courtyard, and put my body in the shadows, I wanted to see if our family would appear here.

"What a *** evil door! Coffin young master, tell me, where there are dead people, there will be a swishing wind. Wen Bao squatted in front of me with his neck shrunk and said, "On this hot day, look at the temperature in this courtyard, it seems to have dropped several degrees at once." ”

"You said we didn't sleep in the middle of the night, what kind of effort did it take to do this!"

I didn't bother to bother with Liwenbao, and my two eyes scanned the courtyard aimlessly.

Most of the night passed in a daze, and I didn't see any unusual movement, and no one from our family appeared.

Gradually, my eyelids fought, and I looked at Wenbao, who was already asleep next to me, and there was still a harazi lying with his mouth open, and I couldn't help but fall asleep sleepily.

I don't know how long I slept, but I was woken up by a cry!

The sky was already a little cloudy, and when I looked at the watch on my wrist, it was almost five o'clock in the morning.

The miserable cries in the courtyard continued, and many villagers who delivered paper came one after another outside the courtyard, with sad faces on their faces and more or less yellow paper in their armpits, who came to deliver paper to the dead.

Several young people knelt on the ground, kowtowed to the villagers who came to deliver the paper, and took the yellow paper with both hands.

The person who came to deliver the paper could not help but say some words of comfort, circle around the deceased, and shed a few tears.

I stabbed Wenbao and shouted, "Hurry up, see that this hour is the time for the organization to go to the grave." ”

On the morning of the burial of the deceased, before the sun rises, Mr. Yin Yang will organize a strong middle-aged man to go to the mass grave to build a tomb for the deceased.

This is called tomb fighting, there are many sayings about tomb fighting, and the person who goes to the tomb must be a young man in good health, and he is not allowed to speak along the way.

It is also necessary to bring some dry food that is pressed into the mouth, and eat some when digging the grave, which can prevent the Yin Qi of the cemetery from invading the human body.

Everything was carried out quietly, and when the tomb was built, he returned to the house of the deceased, and washed his hands before entering the hospital, washing away the turbidity and depression of his body.

"You mean that we will follow the grave diggers and go to the tomb to guard it now?" Wen Bao waved his hand in a panic and said, "You have to go in the middle of the night, I won't go." ”

I glanced at Wen Bao and said disdainfully, "You can't be scared, right?" I woke you up because the whole courtyard was weeping. ”

"You said you were sleeping there and snoring, if people saw that people were sleeping here at a funeral, they wouldn't cut you to death!"

As I was talking, I saw my grandfather walking in from outside the yard surrounded by people.

"It's broken!" I picked up Wenbao and quickly found a place to hide.

I muttered, "Why is Grandpa here?" ”

Wen Bao pulled me and said, "What do you want?" Is it normal for your grandfather to come? Then in our ten miles and eight villages, which family has died, isn't it all your grandfather who came to be Mr. Yin and Yang? ”

"That's right!" Maybe I'm thinking too much.

In the midst of Grandpa's shouting, a group of people with white cloths around their waists formed a long group and circled around the deceased's funeral shed.

After three rounds, I went straight to the small temple outside the village under the leadership of my grandfather...

Seeing that there were no more people left in the courtyard, and no one would notice us, I pulled Wenbao to the two coffins under the window and looked inside.

"No, what do you think this empty coffin is for?" Wen Bao asked timidly as he pulled me out.

"Look at your cowardice, I want to see if there is anything unusual about these two coffins before they become dead!"

After seeing that there was no change, he took Wenbao's hand and said, "Let's go, let's hide again, and after the three temple reports are finished, the dead will enter the coffin and send them to the tomb for burial." ”

"I said the coffin master, I don't understand, why does this temple have to report three times? Wouldn't that be a one-time report? Wenbao muttered quietly...