In the wilderness, the only moonlight is also obscured by the clouds, which is particularly strange. Although there were ten of us, none of us knew magic, and we all had an instinctive fear of such strange things.

"What's going on? Could it be that there really are ghosts nearby? ”

One of my brothers looked at me in a panic and asked in a trembling voice, as if I should know some magic.

Where the fuck do I know what's going on? However, it is only ten o'clock in the time, even if there are some dirty things, they should not appear at this time, most of them are dead cats and dead dogs nearby, because the meat has rotted for a long time, and the phosphorus in the remaining bones has come into contact with the air.

When I thought of this, I immediately breathed a sigh of relief, sometimes, the easier it is for people to be in a nervous mood, and I naturally imagined that I could scare myself into an inexplicable panic.

"Don't be afraid, it's very likely to be a phosphorus fire, which will disappear after burning for a while."

I popularized the cause of the ghost fire to everyone, and at this time, some people also thought of it, and the tense atmosphere suddenly relaxed, and a kid actually walked in curiously to take a look, and let me drag it over.

Although I know that this is phosphorus fire, I can't take any chances, because I am convinced that there are really ghosts in this world, and if I guess wrong, wouldn't this kid rush up to get bad luck?

Sure enough, a few seconds later, the faint green light disappeared, and everyone had a false alarm, laughing and returning to the simple room to continue drinking and bragging.

Originally, we took turns to talk about some weird things that we had personally experienced, but after they listened to me, no one answered for a long time, and I couldn't help but cough and remind them that it was time to talk about their own experiences.

"I'll do it first, I've told others about it more than once, but no one has ever believed it, and you guys think I'm talking nonsense, so listen to the story."

Lao Yang, who was beside me, looked around at us, lit a cigarette, and began his own narrative......

In the countryside, especially in the past, there were many strange things that happened, most of which were inexplicable by today's technology.

In recent years, as the population has gradually increased, electronic products have become more and more popular, and there have been fewer and fewer supernatural events, and these brothers of mine have told some strange things that they have experienced cautiously.

Lao Yang used to be a paper craftsman, that is, in the countryside who has four people to ask him to tie some houses and cars and the like, it stands to reason that this kind of industry is also a more popular industry now, because now people have money, for their ancestors are also more important, who the old man died, the colorful paper is absolutely indispensable, some have used gauze, the cost is more expensive.

No matter from which point of view, Lao Yang should continue his paper work, instead of the tiring work of coming to the construction site to do small labor, and the salary is definitely not as lucrative as dry paper.

Ten years ago, Lao Yang was in his thirties at the time, when he was young and strong, and he had been in the family heirloom business of drying paper with his father for nearly 20 years.

For his unconventionality, Lao Yang's father is strongly opposed, in the words of the old man: "This paper craft is to deal with the Yin people, and the old rules must not be broken, and there are many taboos in this industry, but anyone who enters the industry must be regarded as a golden rule, and there must be no violation in the slightest, otherwise there will be a catastrophe." ”

Lao Yang was young and vigorous in the end, and turned a deaf ear to the old man's opposition, as long as he could make more money, after coming to business, he still encouraged his lips and persuaded the family that had the accident to burn more things for the deceased.

Generally speaking, the deceased are the biggest, even if they don't want to, they won't say anything, they often listen to Lao Yang's words and set up some TVs! Mobile phones and other things, mobile phones were not common at that time, and living people could not necessarily afford them, so in order to make their deceased relatives live better in another world, the owner was embarrassed to pick this money.

As soon as he came and went, Lao Yang's name became louder and louder, and anyone in ten miles and eight villages near and far would come to him to make paper, whether it was because he had good craftsmanship, and because he could talk and do business.

However, Lao Yang's father always disagreed with his son's approach, because Lao Yang Ming gave some things to others for free, but he still let people spend more money.

However, Lao Yang collects money for good materials, but when he makes it for others, he often uses inferior materials where they are not noticed, because the craftsmanship is good, but no one can see it.

"It's not right for you to do this, you have to do things according to your conscience, people are doing it, and the sky is watching!"

Lao Yang's father persuaded him more than once, however, the stubborn Lao Yang thought that his father was an old feudal and didn't take his words to heart at all, and he was still doing paper business as always.

Generally speaking, no one in the family has passed away, and no one wants to deal with people in this business, because once they go to them, they are crying and mourning, and there is no moment when the family is dead and smiling.

However, just a few days after his old father went to live at his sister's house, a young man who claimed to be Xiao Yangzhuang suddenly came to Lao Yang's house, about thirty years old, wearing a black suit and sunglasses, with a height of more than 1.8 meters, and a face full of meat.

As soon as he entered the door, the man greeted Lao Yang with a smile, Lao Yang was drying sorghum stalks at home and making paper ties, sorghum stalks are used for skeletons, one can not be moldy, two can not be moth-eaten, otherwise the effect will be much worse.

Seeing the person, Lao Yang was stunned, as if he felt as if he had seen this man somewhere, but he couldn't remember anything, and the strange thing is that generally speaking, let alone an outsider, even if it is from this village, he will not come to his house because of taboos.

Dafan other villages come to find their own, all of them are people in the family who have passed away, looking for him to tie some paper, however, such a person you let him laugh He will never laugh, it is already good not to cry and enter the door, this middle-aged man is actually smiling, it seems that he should not be looking for himself to make paper.

"Sit, sit, you're tired, drink saliva first."

Lao Yang was extremely attentive, moved a mazha for the big fat man, let him sit down first, and then went back to the room to make a cup of wild chrysanthemum tea, brought it out and put it next to the man, waiting for him to speak.

There is an unwritten rule in the line of making paper, no matter who comes to their own home, there is absolutely no limit to asking others what they are here for, and they must wait for others to speak first, which is also for a reason.

For example, if someone comes to you for help, or something else, you just say, "Make paper!" How many people died in the family? What kind of do you want? "In case people don't come to make paper, and there are no dead people in the family, so you have to fight.

Moreover, if the other party is really here to make paper, you don't need to ask, people will naturally tell you that someone has died in the family, whether it is a man or a woman, whether it is old or young, and what price you want to tie.

To make paper and paint coffins, the drummers all know some simple techniques, otherwise once they anger the gods or the dead, not only will the family be unlucky, but they will also be involved.

However, some of the necessities of paper tie may not be known to the family of the deceased, which must be reminded by the person who made the paper tie, what else do you have to do, what are the benefits of doing these to the deceased, and so on.

However, today this person is a little unusual, he smiled before speaking, as if he had encountered something particularly happy, which made Laqin's heart a little hairy, and he had worked on paper for twenty years, and he had never seen a smile in his own house.

"Master Yang, I want to make a shroud, just my body, you look at it, you have to let me wear it, this is a fixed money, I will pick it up at night."

The man took out fifty yuan and put it on the table in front of Lao Yang, took a deep breath at the teacup on the table and said, "Sure enough, it's good tea, but I still don't drink it, you hurry up, I'll pick it up before eight o'clock in the evening, please." ”

After saying that, the man stood up and walked away with a smile on his face.

Now Lao Yang's heart is really a little hairy, what does this mean? If you live well, why do you want to make a shroud for yourself? This doesn't make sense! Besides, if he really knew that he was going to die and ordered a shroud for himself, then he didn't come with a smile?

Lao Yang thought about it left and right, and never understood why, to say that there are not no people who are still smiling in the face of death, those monks who have attained the Tao look down on life and death, thinking that they will become Buddhas when they pass away, and they will die with a smile.

But that man has black hair, how can he not look like a monk, besides, who can predict his life and death? If you really know when and how you died, what's the fun in life? Every day is spent waiting for death, and people are driven crazy even if they don't die.

Because the man was in a hurry, he was wrong from now on, and it was almost eight o'clock if the shirt and pants were ready, leaving him not much time to think.

Looking at the fifty yuan on the table, Lao Yang was ruthless, do it, anyway, it has nothing to do with him whether he lives or dies, since others need it, he has been a little nervous recently, and the surname Suo doesn't think why he would make a shroud for himself.

Making shrouds and paper are actually two different things, otherwise there would be no special shroud shop, but Lao Yang's family legend is not only paper, making shrouds, painting coffins, making cornices, and sending can be done with one hand.

After the shroud was finished, it was exactly a quarter of seven o'clock in the evening, and there were still three quarters of an hour before the tall man came to pick it up, Lao Yang suddenly thought of a possibility, and suddenly felt a chill down his spine.

If you make your own shroud, or smile, there are only two possibilities......

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