I pushed him away and scolded, "You're stupid, aren't you, listen, listen, is it your wife who is talking?!" ”

"Huh? … Well, it doesn't seem to be—" The man scratched his head.

"So, the old man who died in the coffin knows you?" I asked Yang Shujun.

"Impossible." Yang Shujun said.

"Brother Yang." The woman shouted in an old man's voice, "Didn't I promise you to sing to you when I was well when I was in the hospital, and now I will sing you a piece of "Shajiabang"..."

Regardless of whether Yang Shujun agrees or not, she staggered and sang, "I think back then, Lao Tzu's team was opened..."

I said in my heart, it seems that this dead ghost has recognized the wrong person, and I don't know who Yang Shujun is mistaken for.

At this time, the filial son came over and told us that his father had lived in the hospital for a while a few months ago, and the old man was in good spirits at that time, and there was an old man surnamed Yang living in the same ward, and the relationship between the two was good.

I frowned when I heard this, and said in my heart, I originally thought that I couldn't find a second one in the world as strange as Yang Shujun, but I didn't expect that there were still people who looked like him.

Yang Shujun grinned, "So, that old man is also very handsome?" ”

I swallowed my saliva and said, "Let's find a way to get the old man's ghost out of this woman first, Yuxin, let's go, let's go back and get the magic weapon." ”

In the funeral procession, the old man of the landlord and his cousin all knew my skills, and they talked about the fact that I had dug up the coffin in the feng shui of the Broken Yang Mansion that day, and stared at the big eyes of the people who listened.

The Mr. Yin and Yang walked over, looked at the woman on the stage tremblingly, pointed to the coffin and asked me, "Little Master, look..."

"Just carry it and bury it." I said, "Send a few men to guard this woman..."

Yang Shujun waved his hand, "Xiao Leng, you go, I'll guard her." ”

"Brother Yang, how am I singing?" The woman asked.

"Good!"

Yang Shujun clapped his hands and moved a stool to sit under the stage.

I waved my hand at Miss Bai with a smile and a smile, "Yuxin, let's go." ”

"Young man, let my son drive you back." The old man of the landlord said.

"No need, you all go to the funeral."

Some of them ran away from the bustle, and when they saw that nothing happened, they gathered again.

We cut through the crowd and walked back.

"Apprentice, have I learned the grappling technique just now?" Miss Bai asked.

"Huh?" I swallowed, "No, no..."

Miss Bai glanced at me, "Then I'll show you again." ”

"No, no, I learned!"

"Will it or won't?"

"No... So what... Yes. ”

"What are you hiding? I'm not a tiger! ”

"Uncle Yang, you don't need to send us, go back to the play..."

I waved my hand behind Miss Bai, and ran away as soon as she turned her head.

"Ah Leng, you bastard, if I catch up with you, I won't be surnamed Bai if I don't fall ten heels..."

Because we couldn't wait until after dark to cast a spell to invite the upper body ghost out, after getting the magic weapon, Miss Bai and I first went to a restaurant near our residence to have a big meal. When I returned to the mourning family, it was almost evening. There were a lot of people around the stage, and those mourners had already returned, waiting for the dinner to begin.

On the stage, the woman was still 'babbling' and singing, and the person who was ghosted did not feel tired, and it was very draining.

"Hurry up and save my wife." The woman's husband yelled at me.

"What's the hurry?" Miss Bai said coldly, "You have to let people take a breath, are you begging for someone, or are you calling for someone?" ”

Yang Shujun sat there, 'hummed' and said, that is, Xiao Leng went to eat first, and if he dared to scream, he would let his wife sing for a day, anyway, I haven't heard enough of it, uncle.

"The one who is a confidant dies~~~" The woman pinched her sword finger and said in a long banter, "Brother Yang~~~ You and I hit it off at first sight~~~ I will sing for you for three days and three nights~~~ It's also worth it~~~Huh~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I frowned, the more strange my heart became, and my heart said, the dead ghost old man who possessed her insisted that Yang Shujun was another surnamed Yang, how similar the two looked.

As the night falls, more and more people gather to see the excitement, and some people even hold their rice bowls and watch while eating, with different expressions on their faces, or surprised, or sighing, or afraid, or happy. I don't know who shouted, and the table started! During the day, the mourners squeezed out of the crowd and poured into the courtyard with a 'boom'.

"Brother, I'm going to eat too, and I'll listen to you sing again when I come back!" Yang Shujun shouted.

The woman sang, "Brother Xian~~~You go~~~Go ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The crowd burst into laughter, and I shook my head helplessly, seeing that it was still early, I decided to eat something first.

After the banquet began, we sat at the same table with the old man of the landlord and the filial son who played the mourning flags during the day. The so-called filial son is actually an old man in his sixties and seventies.

Because it was a happy funeral, the deceased was pretending to be sad before the funeral in the morning, and in the evening, the banquet was even more lively than the wedding banquet. A group of people guessed the wine and punched, shouting five and drinking six. Eight plates and eight bowls, filling every table.

If you want to say that the only thing that is not lively, it should be our table, after all, it is the father of the filial son who died, and the old man of the dead ghost is attached to the woman outside at the moment. For filial sons, fear is greater than grief. I comforted him and told him that it wasn't a big deal, and that he would be fine as long as he asked the old man to leave.

The filial son drank a few glasses of wine tremblingly, and the love was settled down.

"Uncle, is the person your father knew when he was hospitalized similar to our Uncle Yang?"

I pointed at Yang Shujun and asked the filial son. Yang Shujun's mouth was stuffed with food, and his emaciated cheeks were bulging.

The filial son looked at Yang Shujun and said, it looks like it from a distance, and he is as thin as him, and he looks like a starving ghost when he eats...

Miss Bai and I couldn't help but laugh when we heard it, Yang Shujun was very thick-skinned, deliberately made us happy, wiped the greasy on his mouth and said, looks like an uncle and mine, that is a top beautiful man, I want to be a little girl who chased me back then. I said, why are you still single? Yang Shujun said that because he was so handsome, those little girls fought every day in order to fight for him, but he had to not want any of them, and vowed not to marry for the rest of his life.

"Xiao Leng, look, you are also so handsome, and there will be no fewer little girls who fight for you, but no one has beaten this Xiaobai next to you, so ah, you just marry Xiaobai..."

Miss Bai pouted at him.

Xiaozi said, "It's true that she is a talented woman and a beautiful woman..."

My face was hot, I coughed, and said to the filial son, "Uncle, is the person who looks very similar to our Uncle Yang also surnamed Yang?" ”

Well, it seems to be called Yang... Yang is born..."

Yang Shujun suddenly stopped smiling and asked in a trembling voice, "What are you talking about?" ”

The filial son didn't notice Yang Shujun's abnormality, and was still bowing his head and pondering, "Oh, I think about it, it's called Yang Niansheng..."

The air instantly fell silent, and the shouts and shouts in the courtyard seemed to be gone.

"Yang Niansheng?!" I exclaimed.

"Well, he said his name is Yang Niansheng..."

Xiaozi said that Yang Niansheng didn't seem to be mentally normal, and the person was already in the ward when his father was hospitalized, and it just so happened that his father was a little senile and mentally abnormal. Two old guys who are not in good spirits live together and often talk about topics that don't matter. As for Yang Niansheng, there is also someone to take care of, and the person who takes care of him looks about thirty years old, and he is long.

"Does the man have a round face and a mole on his chin?" Miss Bai asked.

"Yes, girl, how do you know?" Xiaozi asked suspiciously.

Miss Bai and I looked at each other, and the person who took care of the 'Yang Niansheng' that the old man said was the dead man we had seen in the stone room in the mountain behind the stone village...

"Do you know what their relationship is?" I asked the old man who was dutiful.

The old man shook his head and said that he couldn't figure it out, he only knew that the man called Yang Niansheng a godfather, and he was very good to Yang Niansheng, with and urine, and there was no complaint at all. It was probably more than ten days, and Yang Niansheng's body recovered, and the person was discharged from the hospital with Yang Niansheng. What their origins are, no one knows...

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