"I don't know what to call you?" Wu Song touched his head and said embarrassedly. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

"My name is Murong Cao, Ming Kong, and his name is Yang Muqing, Ouyang's Yang."

"Miss Murong, Brother Yang, please come into the house and sit."

Now that Murong Cao had already explained the origin of his relationship with Wu Ruisong, Wu Bo naturally did not want to be lazy, and hurriedly invited the two into the inner room and asked his family to bring tea and water to entertain him.

Murong Cao wanted to pull him to say the next word, but because the filial son couldn't leave the altar for too long, someone called him over to deal with the affairs after a while, so Wu Bo only instructed the two of them to stay for lunch, and then returned to their place to do their filial piety, Murong Cao had to swallow the words that had come to his lips and wait for the right time.

They finally decided to choose Wu Bo to be this fake "container", and it stands to reason that he is indeed the best choice.

Rural funeral customs are cumbersome, today is the third day, and a dojo has been set up, burning incense and paper, kowtowing, and not being sloppy, Murong Cao is drinking tea that is not expensive but tastes very sweet, while wandering around a few rooms, Yang Muqing follows closely behind her, and from time to time to stop some of her inappropriate behaviors.

There are not a few people who come to mourn one after another, and there are many villagers who come to help, the appearance of the two of them is too outstanding, and the dress is more exquisite, which has attracted a lot of attention.

A large shed was erected in the open space in front of the house, and some tables were placed, and a few incense candles were burned under the tables, and some paper ghosts, snakes, and gods were placed in various directions, and there were some paper figures, and two red dots were pasted on their pale cheeks with red paper, which looked very funny.

On the walls of the inner room hang some old and dilapidated picture scrolls, on which are painted all kinds of miserable scenes of the eighteen layers of hell, divided into a knife mountain, a sea of fire, an oil pot, a blood pool, a snake cave, a whipping, a tongue pulling, a dog devouring, hanging upside down, skinning and other execution grounds, one by one, the unclothed dead spirits, under the escort of the little ghosts, like lambs to the slaughter, look painful but helpless.

"Yang Muqing, do you think there really is hell?" Murong Cao muttered, a little distracted.

"What do you think?" Yang Muqing touched his stomach, thinking to himself why these rituals were not over, he was about to be hungry.

"I thought: no. Even if there were, it wouldn't be like this. Murong Cao lowered his voice and said, after all, this is the territory of Taoist monks.

"Well, then no." Yang Muqing said very seriously perfunctorily.

The two of them were forced to wait until more than a little bit, and finally waited for the meal to start, there were several large tables for the diners, nine dishes and one soup, and the dishes were not inferior to the banquets in the restaurants in the city, and each dish was full of real materials, full of oil and water, although the taste was still far from Yang Muqing's craftsmanship, but it was enough to eat.

Murong Cao pulled two bowls of rice in a row, and refused to put down his chopsticks.

"That big bowl of noodles didn't feed you in the morning?" Yang Muqing was surprised.

"Eat more, I don't know what time it will be for dinner." Murong Cao's noodles did not change color and continued to eat.

Yang Muqing couldn't eat it, so she put down her chopsticks and watched her eat.

"I'm sorry, I'm too busy to entertain you, where did you come from?" Wu Bo suddenly appeared out of nowhere and sat in the empty seat opposite them.

Murong Cao saw that he had finally waited for the target, so he reluctantly put down his chopsticks and replied, "It's quite far, and it took more than three hours to get there." ”

"It's so far away, it's so heartfelt, I thank you for your kindness on behalf of my father." Wu Bo sincerely thanked him.

"This time I came over, in addition to condolences, there is actually an important thing to tell you, which is related to the cause of your father's death." Murong Cao sat upright and looked at Wu Bo calmly.

"What's important? Didn't my father die in a car accident? Wu Bo couldn't help but get nervous.

The cause of the accident was determined to be Wu Ruisong's fault, and he also watched the video in the road surveillance, and there was no doubt that it was indeed Wu Ruisong who ran the red light while drunk.

Could it be that there is something hidden in this that he doesn't know?

"A very serious matter, and I even think that the reason why Uncle Wu passed away was not because of a car accident, but because of this incident." In addition to the gloom in Murong Cao's eyes, there was also fear.

Yang Muqing looked at the sincere look on her face, and couldn't help but praise her in her heart.

It's so well acted!

Wu Bo swallowed his saliva, and said for a long time: "I'm afraid it's inconvenient to talk here, let's go to the inner room and talk." ”

Murong Cao was naturally very happy to adopt this opinion, and after glancing at Yang Muqing, he immediately followed Wu Bo into the back room.

This inner room is really in the innermost part of the house, and the sound insulation effect is also very good, after closing the door, the boiling voices and the gong suona outside the house finally feel farther away, at least it will not interfere with the conversation anymore.

"Now, you can elaborate." Wu Bo actually couldn't leave the mourning hall for too long, but Murong Cao's words were so shocking that he had to put down the matter over there first and ask about it first.

"Uncle Wu has been an alcoholicist for a long time, right?" Murong Cao asked knowingly.

"It's been a few years, when my mother was still alive, he was still a little restrained, and since my mother died, he has become more and more drunk, and no one can persuade him." Wu Bo replied with a hint of anger, Wu Ruisong was addicted to alcohol, which was something that everyone in the village knew, and he had made a lot of jokes, even if he went to the city to work, he often drank and made mistakes. Although his father suffered this misfortune, the villagers were quite sorry, but there was no long-tongued woman chewing the root of her tongue behind her back, saying that this was all fate, and she deserved to die like this.

"That day, after Uncle Wu helped me get my bag back, I invited him to a meal, I saw that he drank very much, so I asked a few more words, maybe Uncle Wu saw that I was a stranger so he was unsuspecting, or maybe he spit out the truth after drinking, and actually let me know a secret." Murong Cao "hesitated" and said, "I have always taken this matter to heart, but this matter is so terrifying, I don't know whether to say it or not......

"Miss Murong, if you have something to say, I can bear it." Wu Bo has obviously whetted his appetite.

"Really? But I can't guarantee that it must be true, after all, Uncle Wu had already drunk a little too much that day, maybe he was just drunk. It's just that this matter may cause disaster to future generations......" Murong Cao tried his best to make the appearance of wanting to speak and stopping.

The words "woe to future generations" obviously shocked Wu Bo greatly, he almost jumped up from his chair, and circled the room several times before he made up his mind and said: "Please say, whether it is true or not, I will decide for myself, and I will never blame you." ”

"Uncle Wu said to me: Your family, it is rumored that it has been cursed, and every few generations, someone will die." Murong Cao said slowly word by word, as if he was stating a fact that could not be changed.