Sun Yuanchao came in the middle of the night, Sun Yang asked someone from the village to pick them up, accompanied by his mother and a few elders, and his father did not come back from abroad.

"Brother......" Sun Yuanchao knelt on the ground with a thud when he entered the door, crying loudly, and the people around him were all moved, and this kind of feeling was not something that Sun Yang could understand.

Sun Sihai's funeral was scheduled for three days later, that is, on the seventh day of the first lunar month, Sun Yang found the suicide note he had written long ago from Sun Sihai's bedroom, and the time turned out to be the day before he came to Anyang.

Sun Sihai explained in his will that after death, he must be buried on the third day, and a list of notices was also attached. It seems that the old man has been prepared for a long time, but he didn't explain why he had to be buried at the time, and just said vaguely that he couldn't see the light.

It has always been at noon when he is buried, but the old man wants to be buried at the same time, which is indescribably weird. As for the funeral list, only the name and contact information were written on it, and I didn't even know what the relationship was, but in the next two days, all kinds of luxury cars came one after another, many in groups, and as few as one or two, and came to Sun Chengye's house one after another to worship the old man.

Sun Yang was very puzzled, it is said that Sun Sihai's family has no relatives, how can so many people come to mourn? And they all seem to be very rich and powerful. It's just that Grandpa hasn't shown up for the past two days, and those people just worshipped and left, as if there was something urgent, and they really came and went in a hurry.

On the afternoon of the second day after Sun Sihai's death, a big man came. In fact, Sun Yang didn't know that person, but there were more than a dozen cars with him, and he brought a lot of younger brothers, and after coming in, he lost his voice and said some strange things. Sun Yang heard his attendant call him master, and he didn't know where the big man was.

After the master worshipped, he glanced at Sun Yang meaningfully before turning around and walking out. Sun Yang was a little inexplicable when he saw it.

Someone sent a tombstone, which was carved by Sun Yuanchao himself, with the words "The Tomb of Sun Sihai, the Descendant of Faqiu", which can be regarded as the real conclusion of the coffin.

In a blink of an eye, it was time to be buried, and the young and middle-aged people in the village nailed the coffin and prepared to go out of the funeral, because it was a happy funeral, and they specially found the village drum band to come and open the way, because it was buried at night, and there was an extra reward of more than 1,000 yuan.

The funeral procession dragged on in a long row, beating gongs and drums, and marched towards the cemetery. The winter night was very dark, and the person in charge prepared a lot of flashlights, and beams of bright light were staggered on the ground.

When they reached the front of a small slope, the people in front suddenly stopped moving, and Li Feng and the others rushed to the front to see that there was a big tree blocking the way. I had already sent someone to scatter paper money to open the way, how could this kind of thing happen, everyone made a noise all of a sudden, you must know that the coffin must be sent directly to the tomb from the ground, and it can't be stopped in the middle, not to mention that it is still such a weird time to be buried.

An old man stood up and shouted, "Who is driving the road ahead?" What's in the way? If the hour is delayed, the old man will be unhappy! Hurry, you guys lift the tree aside. ”

Li Feng and Wu Xiaobo listened to it and hurriedly went to carry the tree with a few young men, but the tree looked small, and seven or eight young people actually carried it without moving, and I don't know who shouted "This tree has been nailed to the soil", and the helpers all gathered around.

In the countryside, white affairs are a major event, and no one dares to stumble, otherwise they will be beaten up if they cause public anger.

While everyone speculated, they tried to solve the obstacles, and the few people who carried the coffin over there were also sweating like rain, and then they were blown by the cold wind in this winter night, and they couldn't hold on anymore.

Soon, the tree was lifted by more than a dozen young people and thrown to the side of the road, but suddenly the wind was strong and howling, and the willow branches in Sun Yang's hands were almost out of his hands. The wind was too strong, and it came suddenly, and the few people who carried the coffin were a little unable to stand, and a relatively thin young man did not stand firmly.

Everyone was too busy to take care of themselves, and the coffin was made of dead pine wood, and everyone was not ready for the sudden weight, and the coffin still fell to the ground in a hurry. The surroundings were already dim, all by the light of a few flashlights, and now people were panicked, only caring about themselves, and the coffin was completely plunged into darkness.

"Ah~" Suddenly a miserable scream broke through the air in the night, and everyone's hearts tightened, and beams of light swayed back and forth, looking for the source of the sound.

A light shone towards the coffin, and I saw that the young man carrying the coffin had fallen backwards, and one of the young men with a red face was moaning miserably, holding his thighs tightly with both hands, and the flesh and blood were already blurred from the thighs, and he was being pressed down under the coffin at this moment, and the blood was flowing all over the ground.

"Help!" There was a panic in the crowd, and the person in charge took two benches, asked people to carry the coffin, and rushed over to check the young man's injuries. The young man wailed incessantly, his thigh was dented by the coffin, and blood soaked through his thick cotton pants, and he couldn't tell how serious the injury was. There were already people calling for an ambulance, and some people were running to call the doctor at the village health center.

The crowd of funeral mourners will also be quiet, watching the busy crowd want to come over to help, but they don't know if it is in line with the rules, and they are a little uneasy to stand there.

The village doctor quickly arrived, carrying only a small bag with him, ran over and took out some gauze, alcohol and other things to stop the bleeding, and waited for the ambulance to come.

The person in charge looked at the pool of blood under the coffin, and was a little suspicious, although this coffin was very heavy, it wouldn't be pressed like that, right? It looks like the bones are all deformed. This coffin is bloody, I'm afraid it's not a good omen, so let's bury it quickly, so as not to have any extraneous branches. Thinking of this, the person in charge of the matter hurriedly called the young man who was okay to come over, found a new bar, asked them to carry the coffin again, and directed the funeral procession to continue to move forward, and it was necessary to be buried in time.

The drums sounded again, but the team was unusually quiet, what had just happened obviously affected everyone's mood, both nervous and scared, if it weren't for so many people, I'm afraid they would have to run home.

This time, the team felt a lot faster, probably wanting to hurry up and go home, seeing that the already cold weather was even more gloomy.

Everyone carried the coffin on their backs and swayed on the potholed mountain road, everyone was cautious, for fear that the tragedy just now would happen again, and suddenly a young man said "Huh" and said to his companions: "Have you noticed that this coffin is getting lighter and lighter?" Much lighter than when you lifted it before? ”