When he saw the coffin in front of Lao Taiji's door, he suddenly remembered a childhood incident, and he expected that there must be a stand-in paper figure of Lao Taiji lying in the coffin.

I don't know who taught them this method, it seems that this person didn't teach it completely, why didn't the people in the house cry twice? If you don't cry, how can you hide from the ghost?

At this time, he saw a servant walking over with a rice bowl in his hand, and he reached out and handed the rice bowl into the coffin lid.

Ma Chengfeng thought to himself, what kind of custom is this? Is it just a sacrifice to take the food?

A hand stretched out from inside the coffin, and he actually took the rice bowl, and after a short time, the rice was eaten, and he reached out and handed the rice bowl out again.

He was dumbfounded, and muttered, "I'll wipe ...... God? Who's so good at this? Can paper figures move now? ”

It was already twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, and the back house was not as lively as the front yard, and the people were sleepy after not much effort, and they all fell asleep in the corner of the mourning hall.

Ma Chengfeng glanced at it, and the coffin lid revealed a small opening, but from his angle, he couldn't see what was inside. He was also guilty of a mistake, so he simply picked up a small pebble and swished it out. He didn't need to blow it to play with the hidden weapon, and the pebble smashed into it accurately along the crack of the coffin.

"Ouch......" Suddenly, I heard an exclamation from the coffin, and then the coffin lid was pushed open, and a Han man wearing a longevity dress covered his head and sat up from inside.

He pointed at the group of lazy subordinates and scolded, and the subordinates lowered their heads one by one and did not dare to fight back. I guess who was scolding me just now?

The old Taiji house may have heard his scolding, and the butler hurriedly pushed the door out and gestured at him. The strong man had a bitter face, so he had to lie down again.

Seeing this, Ma Chengfeng finally understood, this trick is really ruthless! The stand-in used by people is not a paper person, but a real person! Looking at the tone of the strong man, it is estimated that it is likely to be the son of Lao Taiji!

The more realistic this kind of thing is, the better, so that it is easier to hide from the ghost. It's just that if there is a half-point difference pool in the middle, the father and son will be saved! It seems that Lao Taiji is also gambling, betting that he can survive these few days! As long as he hides from the ghost, he will do a lot of things, and with such a big pomp and circumstance in Xishou, it is estimated that he will be able to live for at least another ten years!

Ma Chengfeng hid in the dark and observed carefully, and found that everything in this white affair was arranged in accordance with the customs of the Northeast of the Central Plains, and even the position of the incense and candles was exactly the same.

Darhan hadn't come out for half an hour since he entered, and he didn't know what he was discussing with his father. There was a faint sound of quarrel inside, but it was very weak, and it was always my father counting Darhan. It seems that Lao Taiji also wants to find that person sooner.

Quack Quack ...... A crow flew out of the distance at an inopportune time and landed on the roof of Old Taiji. This crow does not crow as it usually does, its cry is accompanied by a kind of misery, and in the misery it is accompanied by a kind of desolation, as if it is telling the misfortune of a lifetime.

With its miserable howl, another flock of crows flew in the distance, and landed on the roof, all chirping with the old crow's business with their necks tilted up.

It's okay for one to call it that, but if a group of people make this kind of movement at the same time, it will sound like a seepage.

Folk proverb "happy bird announces good news, crow crows mourn"! In the middle of the night, such a large flock of crows would never land in one place and chirp for no apparent reason.

But the Mongolian people did not believe this statement, and a group of people raised their heads to watch the excitement, and some even ran to the front yard to get a camera to take two pictures. There was a mess in the courtyard.

This cry is wrong, Ma Chengfeng looked up, at this time, a dark cloud happened to float in, covering Yue'er, coupled with the cries of these crows, the courtyard looked even more weird.

The people in the courtyard watched very lively, and the crows seemed to be organized, and after ten minutes of chirping, they got up at the same time, and went away to the east.

Ma Chengfeng's heart was not good, which meant that someone in Taiji Mansion was angry.

There was too much movement in the courtyard of Lao Taiji, probably to the female relatives who lived in the front yard. At this time, a woman of about thirty years old walked in with a flashlight, and she scolded her twice, and the people quickly retreated to the left and right. The woman was holding a smiling porcelain jar in her hand, and she didn't know what good ingredients were stewed in the jar, Ma Chengfeng was hundreds of meters away, and the gluttonous worms in her stomach were about to crawl out.

The woman walked into the mourning hall with the delicious food, and leaned down to pass it in. It is estimated that she is the daughter-in-law of the master inside. In the middle of the night, for fear that his man would not be able to eat enough and suffer inside, no, he deliberately stewed some delicious food to make up for his husband's body.

Unexpectedly, she leaned down and was just about to hand the small porcelain jar in, when suddenly, I didn't know what she saw in her eyes, her hand trembled, and she directly threw the porcelain jar to the ground with a clatter. The delicious stew inside was so hot that it just burned the surface of her feet, and she screamed and stumbled backwards, ignoring the burns on her feet, and pointed to the coffin with trembling fingers and shouted.

The people hurriedly gathered around and picked up the young grandmother, and a few bold men approached and worked together to remove the coffin lid. At the moment when the lid of the coffin was removed, the dark clouds in the sky drifted away, and a miserable white moonlight shone in.

Ma Chengfeng squinted his eyes, and the faint green light in the ghost pupils shone straight through, what he saw was real, the one who was lying in the coffin was the lively Mongolian man just now, and he was dying!

He fell in the coffin, his body and limbs were tense and straight, his eyes were as wide as copper bells, and blood droplets flowed from his seven orifices at the same time, and his death was extremely hideous.

"Ah!!!!h I don't know who it was, but the first one shouted, and then all the people in the courtyard panicked and scattered.

This voice also brought out the old Taiji and Darhan in the house.

Darhan walked down the steps step by step with his father, and when he looked into the coffin, the frightened old Taiji fainted without falling up in one breath on the spot.

A pot of porridge was made in Taiji's house, and some of the subordinates were busy asking the doctor to see if the one in the coffin was saved, and some were busy serving the frightened young grandmother and the old Taiji.

It was the height of summer, and the temperature at night in Ejina had to be twenty-five or six degrees, but Ma Chengfeng hid in the corner but didn't feel hot at all, but instead a gust of yin wind drilled straight into his neck, which was not like the same area as the second courtyard.

(End of chapter)