At this time, Dong Quangen had already rushed back to the village and told the people in the village the news that Dong Chungen had had an accident.

The cattery village was boiling all at once. Everyone walked out of the house and came to Dong Chungen's old house, shouting at Dong's mother, the men had solemn expressions on their faces, and the women were very sympathetic to the three women of their ancestors and grandchildren.

Dong Quangen saw that the van and funeral car were parked in front of the ancient house. I didn't move anymore, thinking that this was going to be bad.

So he hurriedly gathered the young men of the village and came to the van and the funeral car. I want them to be pushed by hand, vans and funeral vans into the village.

However, no matter how they were pushed, the two cars did not move, as if they were fixed on the road. Summer is already hot, and everyone is so tired that their faces are sweaty, and people have to give up.

The bold young men came to the funeral car and moved Dong Chungen's body box.

The two drivers locked the car and walked towards Dong Chungen's old house together.

The boys looked into the box and saw that there was no flesh left on the skeleton. They all took a few steps backwards. Some people also wondered, how did this die? Dong Chungen's bones are cleaner than the bones of the pigs left in the market.

Kong Zhe looked at them coldly and did not speak.

People hula-la-la-carried Dong Chungen's skeleton to Dong Chungen's old house.

Dong Chungen's old house is an adobe house built in the 70s. The gate is facing south, the main house is five north rooms, and there is an east wing room on the east side.

The old and young masters in the village helped build Dong Chungen's mourning hall, which was in the east house.

As Dong Chungen said, he hasn't been back for many years. His family's old mansion was also in disrepair, almost dilapidated. The muddy water that slipped down from the beams of the house fell in the center of the room, and mushrooms grew on top of it.

The wooden windows have no glass and are only covered with a layer of plastic sheeting. Due to the wind and sun, the plastic sheet has long been dilapidated, and the wind is blowing. At this moment, it is very much like a spirit flag for conjuring.

Dong Quangen led the young men in the village to clean up a coffin bed in the east house. Then I went to the north room and found a worn-out quilt and spread it out.

set up the coffin bed, and lay Dong Chungen's bones on the bed flatly. The eye sockets of Dong Chungen's bones are black and holey, and they look terrifying.

Most of the people did not dare to approach, and the timid people stood in the door and looked in, wanting to see, but not daring to come in.

The bold young man, after placing Dong Chungen's bones, stood in the courtyard.

Dong Quangen was in a corner of the courtyard and found a dilapidated white iron bucket. He slapped the bottom of the bucket and dumped the dirt out of the bucket.

Then he sent people to the village commissary, bought candles, and lit the lanterns. The dim flame burns quietly in the white iron bucket, indicating the continuation of the fire of life.

Because of Dong Chungen's family, there are almost no relatives. It's just a few of Dong Chungen's daughter-in-law's mother's family, and Dong Quangen asked someone to give a notice.

It was about nine o'clock. My mother's family also came. After the condolences, Dong Chungen's daughter-in-law's mother's family was arranged to be received in a clean house in a neighbor's house.

Because Kong Zhe, Liu Xianchen, and the bearded man are all from the city. Although they are not relatives of Dong Chungen's family, they are also here for Dong Chungen's affairs, so Dong Quangen received the four of them as relatives of Dong Chungen's family. Rednecks are passionate.

Let them go to the neighbor's house, in that clean house.

According to the custom of the cattery village, the corpse must be held today, and the soul will be returned tomorrow, and the funeral will be carried out on the third day.

For the whole funeral, Dong's mother has entrusted it all to Dong Quangen.

Dong Quangen took out the best tea leaves he bought in the town and made tea. Then, pour them a drink.

When it's over, Mother Dong, Su Hua, and the little girl. Hiding in the North House, although the North House is also very dilapidated, it is much stronger than the East House.

Because the chief of the security section had instructed him to wait for Dong Chungen's burial before coming back.

Therefore, Kong Zhe decided to participate in the entire funeral.

Sitting in the neighbor's relatively tidy house, Kong Zhe asked Dong Quangen: "Is the old house in the east of your village old?" ”

Dong Quangen looked at Kong Zhe in surprise, as if he didn't want to answer Kong Zhe's question, but it was not good to refuse rudely, so he only said: "Come, drink tea." ”

Kong Zhe wondered even more why Dong Quangen was reluctant to talk about the old mansion.

After a while, a villager came over and asked Dong Quangen to discuss the matter of Dong Chungen's funeral.

Dong Quangen politely said to Kong Zhe and them, "I'll go first." And then he left.

After Dong Quangen left, Kong Zhe asked an old man standing beside him who served him tea and poured water, this old man was nearly 60 years old. The body is thin and thin, but the spirit is strong.

The old man loaded a bag of dry tobacco. Kong Zhe took out a box of Yellow Crane Tower from his pocket, and handed one to the old man: "Uncle, come and draw this." ”

The old man took it, and his hands were shaking. He turned the cigarette around three times and said, "Sure enough, it's a good cigarette in the city." Then, as if reluctantly, he lit the cigarette.

Took a puff and smacked there.

Kong Zhe moved the chair towards him, then approached the old man and asked, "Uncle, just now I asked Dong Quangen, the house at the east end of the village, why didn't he say anything?" I don't seem to want to talk about the old house. Isn't it? What's wrong with the ancient mansion? ”

At the mention of the ancient mansion, the old man's face immediately became frightened. His hands kept trembling, and he accidentally dropped the long soot of the Yellow Crane Tower into the tea bowl.

Hot soot clattered when it fell into the teacup. The soot instantly diffused in the tea bowl.

The old man threw the cup of tea on the ground, wiped the ashes from the edge of the matcha bowl with his fingers, and put it on the table.

Kong Zhe picked up the teapot and poured him another bowl. Then he sat down close to the old man, waiting for the old man's answer.

The old man looked out the door. Seeing that no one from the village was coming, he lowered his voice and said, "Young man, don't you know, that house is a ghost house. For a few years, the ghost in that haunted house specialized in catching women. Why is Dong Quangen unhappy to tell you about it, it is because of his daughter-in-law. I walked around the haunted house back then, and I walked there at night, and I was arrested and disappeared. She was never seen again. Some people said that they were caught by the evil spirits in the house and eaten by them. ”