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"It's all my fault, why I left so obediently at that time, it's all my fault." Wu Xian kept pounding the ground, and his hands were broken and bleeding from friction, but he turned a deaf ear and completely fell into a state of confusion that blamed himself.

When the villagers saw Wu Xian sitting paralyzed at the foot of the bed, and after calling a few times and not responding, they stopped caring about him and went to prepare for Mr. Lu's funeral.

Until noon, the sun was thick, passing through the barrier of the courtyard and shining on Wu Xian.

There was a coolness in his mind, Wu Xian trembled, woke up from the chaos, and struggled to get up.

"Ah, why does my head hurt so much." Rubbing his head with his right hand, Wu Xian gradually recovered.

What happened to me just now, I remember seeing Lu Lao pass away at that time, I was very sad, my heart was in turmoil, and I kept condemning myself, but how could I fall into a state of chaos.

Could it be that because I couldn't find any clues at all in the past few days, I heard Lu Lao's ghost speculation, coupled with the stimulation of Lu Lao's death, caused me to have mental problems?

Supporting the bed with both hands, Wu Xian slowly stood up, he was the only one left in the simple room at this time, the sunlight was a little dazzling, Wu Xian blocked it with his hands, looking at everything in the house, some could not bear to leave the world one by one.

It is still the same as when he left, and the water on the desk is still poured by Wu Xian when he left.

"Huh?" Wu Xian found that only half of the water in the bowl was left, and as the sunlight shone, a few words gradually appeared on the desk.

"Be careful—" is only clear in the first two words, and there is only a stroke in the back, and the water trail is messy, and the last one seems to be written in a hurry.

Seeing this scene, Wu Xian couldn't help but think.

This is obviously that Lu Lao wanted to tell others something, but in the end, he was hindered by something, so he didn't finish writing, could it be that Lu Lao did not die of natural causes, but was murdered.

Thinking of the classics that Lu Lao found before, and the mood of being so eager to let himself go at that time, could it be that Lu Lao knew that he was going to die at that time, so in order not to affect me, he forced me to leave with such a tone.

But there was no one around at the beginning, and Wu Xian also believed that his perception was not so bad that he didn't even know that someone was around, unless it was, there were really ghosts, and it was the ghosts who killed Lu Lao.

Thinking of this, Wu Xian's expression was very solemn, Lu Lao's guess before was really right, and Lu Lao lost his life because of this.

Looking at the handwriting on it, Lu always wanted to remind me to be careful, but Wu Xian really couldn't think of what that stroke meant, and after thinking about it again, Wu Xian still couldn't understand anything else from this small clue.

"Child, Mr. Lu's funeral is ready, and the village chief asked me to call you." There was a shout outside the door.

When he came back to his senses and saw the villagers at the door, Wu Xian was stunned for a moment.

"Uncle, why are you preparing for the funeral so quickly, don't you need to check how Old Lu died?"

The old man outside the door was a little strange: "This is the custom of our village, after the general person dies, he will be buried on the same day, and he will not stay until the next day, besides, the old man is so peaceful when he leaves, after all, people are old, child, you are still young, you don't understand, it will start there soon, let's go quickly." ”

Was the burial on the same day because of the strange events in the village?

Seeing that the old man was a little anxious, Wu Xian hurriedly wiped the water stains off the table, turned around and followed the old man to a clearing in the north of the village.

It was the first time for Wu Xian to see so many people gathering, the village chief came, Grandma and Uncle Hammer were also on the side, there were people playing chess and onlookers at that time, and there were a large number of fresh faces that Wu Xian had never seen.

A big pit has been dug in front, and there is a coffin next to it, and various sacrificial supplies are placed in front of it.

"A sad thing happened today, Mr. Lu from our village passed away, when I heard the news, I couldn't believe that such a respectable gentleman who had been educating our children, helping them to read and write, and teaching them how to behave.

I am also a student taught by the old gentleman, it can be said that I can have today's small achievements, all rely on the old gentleman's teaching, without him there is no me, when you lose it to know that you cherish, even if the old gentleman has passed away, but he will always live in our hearts. ”

After that, he bowed deeply and didn't get up for a long time.

The villagers were also infected by this emotion, and followed the village chief to pay deep tribute.

As the minutes passed, the villagers sank the coffin into the pit after performing various rituals, and several villagers held shovels in their hands and shoveled soil to bury them.

In the afternoon, the villagers left one by one, and only Wu Xian and the village chief were in place.

"Wu Xian, it's okay, I heard that you are the old gentleman's student, and when something like this happens, I hope you can stabilize yourself and don't hurt your body." The village chief said with some concern.

didn't look at the village chief, Wu Xian only replied lightly: "Aunt Hua, I'm fine, don't worry about me." ”

After being silent for a while, Wu Xian continued.

"Aunt Hua, do you think there will really be souls and ghosts in this world?"

The village chief walked towards the village: "Wu Xian, there are many things in this world that cannot be done by manpower, and there are also many taboos that cannot be touched, I believe that there will be souls, and I also believe that they are silently watching us somewhere." ”

The sound faded away, and at last only the tail note swirled and drifted into the distance.

"The taboo that can't be touched, since there are souls watching us, aren't you afraid that they will revive one day."

Wu Xian's heart was very heavy, Lu Lao's death was a strong blow to him, recalling that when he asked himself to solve the chess game, I still suspected that he had a plot against me, but when he saw my pure eyes, he unconditionally believed in himself and taught him what he had learned all his life.

Thinking that he had just learned a "Pure Heart Record", he was overjoyed, feeling that what he had learned would not be buried, and wanted to know about the strange events in the village, Lu Lao also tried his best to find the classics, but in the end he died because of this.

Wu Xian smiled self-deprecatingly: "Maybe it won't be long before I go to you." ”

I stumbled back to my grandmother's house, and I saw my grandmother sitting in the yard and didn't know what to think.

"Grandma, it's cold outside, don't stay outside for too long."

Grandma beckoned and motioned for Wu Xian to come over: "Child, come here, I'll talk to you." ”

"Grandma, I'm a little tired, can I talk about it tomorrow?"

Grandma insisted: "Child, I know your difficulties, I don't know if I will be able to speak after tomorrow, if I don't say it now, I'm afraid I won't be able to say it." ”

Hearing that Grandma's tone was a little wrong, Wu Xianqiang cheered up and sat next to Grandma.

"Grandma, what's wrong, don't have that kind of thought, Uncle Hammer will be very sad."