Wang Zhongyun is a small boss in the village who made a fortune, and over the years, he has led the villagers to make a fortune, taking advantage of the beautiful environment and ancient culture of the village to vigorously develop the tourism industry in the village.

He is also the owner of this funeral parlor and the head of Changshou Village.

I even suspect that this so-called funeral parlor is the grave of the entire village, the clan hall of the village, Wang Zhongyun, the village head, only looked at the funeral parlor, those old people who died in the village, their bodies were not burned, but .....

"You guys, do you want to ask about the year?" Wang Zhongyun and Zhao Banxian sat opposite each other, their hands holding chess pieces suddenly trembled, and they grabbed their cups and drank water in a trembling manner.

In the condolence hall, a laughing employee continued.

The atmosphere suddenly became dead silent, as oppressive as if it were the eve of a storm.

"I'm sorry, I can't comment, this is our village's secret." Wang Zhongyun put down the cup, "The history of our village cannot be revealed to the outside world, so don't make it difficult for us, you yin people from outside the village also know that many places have strict rules." ”

I turned my head and consulted Zhao Banxian's opinion.

Zhao Banxian laughed, sighed and said, "What about this year beast, I'm still arranging the feng shui bureau, I don't know if I can suppress it..... Engage in a feng shui bureau for the year of the town, as for the origin of this year, since Boss Wang said that it is the privacy of their village, then we are not good to interfere. ”

This village rule is really cumbersome.

This longevity village in the mountains must be hiding some kind of terrible secret.

Year....

What is it.

Actually, Zhao Banxian's half bucket of water, I don't believe it can suppress that kind of terrifying thing, Zhao Banxian hasn't heard Xiaoqing's words, he probably doesn't know how powerful it is, so powerful that if he is not afraid of laughter, he can pinch us to death with one hand.

Miao Qianqian whispered: If this thing really needs a feng shui master to suppress it, you can only go to that mermaid feng shui master, maybe it's possible... But people, let's not move.

Hahaha!!

At this time, a funeral parlor laughed angrily, and hurriedly replaced another person to go up and continue laughing.

The employee who was replaced said, "Boss! My salary must be doubled, or I won't do it..... This kind of hellish place, working in fear, relying on our laughter to drive away the filthy thing, if we don't raise wages, we will resign. ”

"You! You guys! ”

Wang Zhongyun was so angry that he pointed at him tremblingly and said, "I raised my salary two days ago, and now I have to raise my salary again.... It's blackmail! It's a robbery! ”

"This laugh is too tiring, and you must raise your salary!"

Those employees had a fearless confrontation and demanded a salary increase.

The funeral parlor employee who took the lead exhaled and said coldly: If you don't raise your salary, you will leave tomorrow, and see who will laugh for you every night in the funeral parlor in this village.

"You're asking for a bargain!" Wang Zhongyun was so angry that his face turned red.

At this time, his phone rang, and when he heard the content on the other end of the phone, his pupils shrank fiercely, and his palms trembled uncontrollably: Nian, expand.... Expanded!

"What do you mean?"

A few of us stood by and froze for a few seconds

But he didn't pay any attention to us at all, went to the side and picked up a microphone, tinkered with it, and yelled into the horn bitterly:

"Year..... I couldn't suppress it and ran out! Half past twelve, half an hour to go, quick! Fast! The whole village, start Chinese New Year's Eve! ”

Rumble!

The loudspeakers of the entire village, playing Wang Zhongyun's voice, began to sound in the streets, echoing his words.

Hahaha!

Hahaha!!

Suddenly, the sea of laughter in the whole village spread out like boiling water, and it was dizzy one by one.

The sea of sounds, tide after tide, surging like a tsunami, even in our funeral parlor at the edge of the village, could still hear loud laughter rising straight into the sky, instantly piercing the silent night sky.

Immediately after, firecrackers rang out.

The sound of crackling firecrackers, accompanied by the sound of loud laughter, immersed the whole village in a sea of cheerful sounds, as if it was a Chinese New Year.

"That thing is also afraid of the sound of firecrackers, but it doesn't have much effect, it can only be combined with laughter, so that you don't have to laugh so hard, you don't have to laugh so loudly."

Zhao Banxian sighed, and his whole body softened, "What should I do... ran out, the life of the whole village, this is the life of a village.... The deterioration is so fast, it actually ran out, and in the future, not only the Chinese New Year's Eve of the Spring Festival will appear.... It appears every night, and every night is New Year's Eve. ”

Just now Chen Tian guessed the worst outcome:

The scope of activities may gradually expand from the funeral parlor to the whole village.

The whole village of longevity....

Once again, he lived in the dark fear of being dominated by the year.

This terrifying evil ghost who has been hiding in the village for generations has once again made a complete comeback, and is no longer limited to running out every year on Chinese New Year's Eve.

Wang Zhongyun squatted down in horror, his old tears were cloudy, his hands were in great pain, he seemed to be more than ten years old in an instant, "It's coming.... One hundred years! One hundred years! It's back again, and it's coming out of the clan hall faster than ever, a hundred times stronger than it was back then! It's over, and our whole village is going to die. ”

I was silent.

years, what is it exactly?

After a long time, Wang Zhongyun stood up and said softly:

"Let's go, Lao Zhao, let's go to the village to have a look, there are still foreigners in our village who are traveling, tomorrow morning, they must all be driven away, and our village is not allowed to travel."

Now is not the time to talk about wages.

Wang Zhongyun asked a member of the funeral home to laugh in a wheelchair, and several of us ran and pushed his laughing wheelchair forward.

While running, Wang Zhongyun told us seriously: "People can't run when they laugh, it's easy to cramp, and our village has used this method for generations to rush on Chinese New Year's Eve." ”

I nodded.

The ancients used small carts, a group of people pushing a laughing person forward, and we now use wheelchairs.

In this village of longevity, there are unknown monsters in the dark, and only laughter can protect us from being attacked.

We know that the situation is urgent, and we are in a hurry, and the lives of the whole village.... had to run back to the village, and after three or four minutes of crazy running, the man in the wheelchair, the laughter gradually waned.

"Quick! He's going to laugh so hard .... The other man got into a wheelchair and laughed! Wang Zhongyun's face was gloomy.

Seven minutes later, we followed the mountain road to the streets of the village.

I saw a horrible scene:

The whole village, every household is laughing, and the asphalt streets are extremely lively.

Houses are hung with red lanterns.

Big red firecrackers are lit in front of the door of the asphalt floor.

On the streets, there were smiling faces of the villagers who began to visit the doors.

Some of the villagers, because of the small population in their families, began to huddle next door, laughing with each other, and all the villagers formed small groups of four or five people.

A family house is no longer closed.

On this Chinese New Year's Eve, all the doors were wide open.

Walking on the street, I saw in the living room at the door of one house after another, basically the family was sitting around the table, laughing at each other, drinking tea to quench their thirst, looking like a Chinese New Year's Eve dinner.

In the distance, the tour guide holding a small red chess piece walked through the quaint streets of the village with seven or eight tourists, looking at the villagers who were sitting at the tables and laughing and drinking tea from house to house.

"Is this longevity village going to celebrate the New Year?" Some tourists said.

"Their New Year is unique, this is what the ancients looked like during the New Year: festive, lively, red lanterns, firecrackers, door-to-door, sitting together drinking tea, laughing, the whole village was filled with happy laughter, their laughter was so loud, so cheerful - we felt like we had returned to ancient times."

"The ancient New Year, that's it, so happy laughter, lively firecrackers, Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, but isn't the New Year the past two months.... It's April now. "Some people are puzzled.

"It's weird."

The beautiful and sexy female tour guide saw Wang Zhongyun, and hurriedly ran over with a small flag and asked: Isn't this Wang Zhongyun Village Chief? Why is your village so lively all of a sudden... I haven't heard of it either, is this the New Year?

"Yes.... It's the New Year, it's the New Year. ”

Wang Zhongyun's face sank, and he waved his hand coldly and said: "You tour guides, all leave early tomorrow morning, don't go out tonight, follow the boarding people, and respect our customs together, from today onwards, our longevity village will not accept tourists, our village is going to celebrate the New Year, and tomorrow we will start to worship our ancestors, which is not something that outsiders can participate." ”

"It's been coming.... Haven't we already finished the New Year? ”

The tourists glanced at each other and looked at Wang Zhongyun, the village chief, a little confused.

In the noisy streets, firecrackers, and the lively laughter of countless villagers, Wang Zhongyun looked up at the starry sky of the village, and burst into tears in vain, "No, no, it's coming, our village.... It's the New Year. ”