I closed my eyes and pulled him out of the coffin with a thud.

His body was surprisingly light, and I carried him on my back with little effort.

His body was still as cold as it had been two days before, and I was so frightened that I was almost in shock at the thought of carrying a dead man on my back.

But the increasingly severe red spots on my body reminded me that I couldn't give up halfway, so I had to grit my teeth and carry him down the mountain step by step.

As I walked, I was still reading the words that the old lady had taught me: "Don't be afraid, husband, daughter-in-law will take you home." ”

Every step I take, I have to say it again, and before I am halfway there, I feel like my mouth is about to burst.

At this moment, another person's voice came from my back: "My daughter-in-law is so sensible, this is called her husband?" ”

My foot slipped and I almost fell down the hill.

The voice laughed: "Daughter-in-law, you have to be careful, if I break my husband, I won't be able to go home." ”

I didn't dare to look back, and asked in a trembling voice, "You, you, you...... Did you cheat the corpse? ”

He was dissatisfied: "What kind of corpse?" With such a good daughter-in-law as you, how can I not be willing to live? ”

I cried out uncontrollably, "But you're a dead man!" ”

His fingertips pressed to my lips: "Shhh It doesn't matter if I'm dead or alive, as long as you know in your heart that you're my woman. ”

Who wants to be your woman!

I wanted to cry without tears, and I couldn't annoy him, so I could only stop talking and go down the mountain.

He seemed to be very satisfied with my well-behaved appearance, and actually began to hum a song.

Not to mention, his voice hums a song, which is really good, and it is not difficult to imagine how good a voice he had when he was alive.

But when I thought that he was a dead man, even this beautiful singing voice seemed gloomy, and I couldn't help but say, "Big brother, stop singing, I panicked." ”

Behind him, his body paused for a moment, and then said in a gloomy tone: "You say I sing ugly? ”

I hurriedly shook my head: "No, no, you sing well." ”

He was clearly unconvinced: "Then why don't you let me sing." ”

I can't explain it to him, I can't say it, because I think of him being a dead man and I feel scared, and in this case, it is a question of whether he wants to be carried down the mountain by me.

After some consideration, I had no choice but to say with a clear conscience: "You sing so well, I'm afraid I won't be able to concentrate, and if one of my feet slips, we both will fall, and you shouldn't want to do this, right?" ”

He stopped moving.

I felt strange in my heart, and just as I was about to turn back, he opened his mouth: "Then you can walk well, I won't sing." ”

I breathed a sigh of relief and continued cautiously going down.

The road to the bottom of the mountain is actually not long, but it is a little difficult to walk, after all, it is a mountain road, and it is not easy to walk, and when I took him back to the previous room, I was already out of breath.

When the old woman saw him on my back, she was overjoyed, and hurriedly came up to meet him, took the man who had not moved from me, and carefully sat him aside, so that she had time to raise her head to look at me.

Seeing that I was so tired, she first had a contemptuous expression on her face: "It's only a little walk to be tired like this, the girl in the city is really useless." ”

I was too tired to contradict her.

She didn't seem to need my answer, shook her head, walked to the altar with the black-and-white photograph enshrined, and picked up a stack of paper money with her withered fingers and placed it on the burning incense.

She burned the paper money and read nervously: "Son, my mother has found you a good daughter-in-law, if you know anything about the spring, come back and marry her." ”

Her expression and tone were so strange that I was scared to hear it.

But at the same time, the red spots on my body began to itch again, and I remembered what she had said before, that if I left it alone, I would die in a few days, so I had to force myself to calm down and see what she was going to do, and whether she could cure my corpse.

The old woman read there for a while, and with a wave of her hand, paper money was sprinkled on the altar.

She said to me, "Put him in that coffin." ”

I turned around and looked in the direction she was pointing, and found a brand new coffin.

But this coffin is not made of wood, but of paper.

It's the kind of paper that is tied together in a bundle.

The white expanse stung my eyes.

I put the man in as she had said, and as soon as he left my hand, there was a sudden weight.

I don't know what this is all about, in fact, since I've been here, I've found a lot of things unexplained.

Everything that happened here was completely beyond my reach, and I simply couldn't fit in with what I knew about it.

Seeing that I had put him in, the old woman gave the next instruction in a faint manner: "Close the lid of the coffin." ”

I didn't dare to disobey her, so I had to close the lid again.

The old woman handed me the incense in her hand, meaning that I should incense her son.

I did the same as before, sincerely put incense on him, and kowtowed to him three more loudly.

The old woman was a little satisfied, and circled around me a few times, muttering something I did not understand, and then bent down and took up a rope on the ground.

Then I realized that the end of the rope on the ground was tied to the foot of a rooster.

As soon as the old woman pulled the rope, the that was tied to her feet clucked and jumped.

She seemed to be so frustrated with the noise that she didn't know what to say to the, so it stopped crowing.

I felt even more frightened and unbelievable when I saw all this happening, a live rooster, she didn't kill it, she just said something to it, and it didn't move as if it had lost its soul.

Is it the same for people?

I don't dare to think about it anymore.

The old woman walked up to me with a silent in her arms.

She threw the under my feet.

The with its feet tied up miraculously stood up.

She said to me, "Go to church with this rooster." ”

I couldn't believe my ears: "You let me go to church with a rooster?" ”

She nodded, acquiescing to what I said.

I cried out, "How is this possible? ”

She glanced at me dissatisfiedly: "If you are told to do it, you can do it, this is how the secret marriage is, if you don't want to cure the corpse disease on your body, then let it be." ”

She said this in a desperate way.

Between life and dignity, I think it's more important to survive.

So, I had to swallow my anger and worship a rooster.

The rooster was like a human being, everything was done decently, and it was even very ritualistic.

If it weren't for the ridiculousness of this image, I would have thought I was really married.