After the morning banquet, it was time for the funeral.

Gu Yinian re-tied the white towel on his arm by his grandmother, listened to the real and false cries in the room, was a little irritable, looked around to find the flower roll, and asked him if there was any new progress.

But I couldn't find Hanamai, and in the entire Zhaojia Village, there was not a single ghost, not even a wandering spirit.

Even if he was reluctant, he was still dragged by Grandma Gu and other adults, and followed the funeral crowd to the tombs in the village.

Soon the funeral procession was assembled, and nearly half of the people were bustling, and some of them did not follow, most of them were chefs or band members.

The first six people carried the coffin, and the back were carrying wreaths alone or in pairs, and there were children holding filial piety sticks with white notes sticking to them, walking around the crowd.

Gu Yinian stood in the middle of the crowd, holding a filial piety stick in his hand, and beside him was Gu Yinuo, who was carrying a wreath with another seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, and a white towel was also tied to his arm.

"Follow me, don't get bumped." Gu Yinuo took out a free hand, pulled Gu Yinian, who had fallen behind, and admonished.

After the fire, there was a heavy rain in Zhaojia Village, as if to wash away the sorrow that spread throughout the village, and it rained heavily for nearly a day from night to noon.

Coincidentally, Gujia Village, which is separated by a road, although it is also rainy from night to the next morning, is only showers from time to time, which comes and goes quickly, intermittently, and it is really cooler in the season when the autumn tigers are still ravaging from time to time.

Although the weather is sunny in the back, the dirt road leading to the tombs of Zhaojia Village is still muddy and very difficult to walk.

Gu Yinian stumbled and finally arrived at his destination.

The smell of burning and firecrackers was unpleasant, and she frowned and ducked behind the crowd, surveying the small cemetery.

Since the completion of Gujia Village, only Yuezi has a large group of tombs in the seat where the original Gu ancestral cemetery is located, and the rest of the locations, even if it is a few families in the west that are almost close to the next village, after the old man died, he also passed through half of the village and was buried in Yuezi.

This point is very different from the tombs in the east and west of Zhaojia Village.

Therefore, after Gujia Village Yuezi brought back almost all the ghosts, there was not a single ghost here, not even a ghost who secretly took some incense.

Gu Yinian looked through the crowd at the two uncles who shouted that their father was burning paper products, a paper house was slowly burned out in the fire, and the shape of the house appeared in the black smoke, and a small porter suddenly appeared, circled around the house, and actually solidified and dissipated by the house, only took some yellow paper copper coins, and disappeared again, allowing more things to solidify and dissipate.

"Brother, has his aunt been reincarnated?" Gu Yinian leaned close to her brother's ear and asked.

If it's not reincarnated, why can't these things be given away?

If so, then why didn't you even reach the first seven, why did you go to the reincarnation room?

Gu Yinuo looked at the things in the air, and suddenly reached out to cover his sister's eyes.

Gu Yinian struggled for a while, but he was still tightly covered, so he stopped struggling, raised his head and asked, "Brother, what are you doing?" ”

Gu Yinuo lowered his eyes and glanced at his sister, his eyes were puzzled, and he quickly let go and said, "It's nothing." ”

"Strange brother." Gu Yinian muttered, and looked at the fire again, and couldn't help but bared his teeth a little.

The two uncles of my aunt's family are really filial, and they got such a face-saving funeral.