I walked towards her, and after a few steps, she suddenly turned around and ran forward. Her steps were light, as if she had floated out.

"Brother Fan, come quickly!" She floated into the distance, and I could still hear the ethereal voice.

Actually, now I'm starting to think that maybe it's really a dream. Before, I was carried by the old ox to the cemetery in Taoyuan in the north of the village, and saw Cheng Lao Wu digging a grave, although it felt like a dream, but that thing really happened, and Cheng Lao Wu died in the grave.

I felt that Xiaowei appeared in my dreams, not like a good sign, and I suddenly started to worry a little.

I didn't hesitate, I followed the white-clothed Xiaowei in front of me, she shouted my name as she walked, it was like a soul, it felt very weird.

I followed her all the time, this time towards the south of the village. A road in the south of the village, passing through the old stage of the village, the courtyard of the village brigade, and finally until the vicinity of Zhu Danian's house.

The white-clothed Xiaowei stopped and stopped, and finally, when I chased it all the way to the vicinity of Zhu Danian's house, I saw the white shadow flash into a small road next to it.

I didn't get too close all the way just now, and the white shadow suddenly disappeared from my sight. I was worried that I would lose it, so I chased it that way, and the snow on the road was cleared, and it was still very slippery, and I ran over and slipped under my feet and fell to the ground. This squat is a pain in the butt, this is really a dream, why don't I feel it?

Didn't you say it wouldn't hurt in your dreams?

I got up from the ground and looked down the path, but instead of seeing the white shadow, I saw a light in front of me. There is no light at night in the countryside, unless there is something special, such as red and white.

Of course, I immediately thought of Cheng Lao Wu's matter, Cheng Lao Wu's family carried him back, it must be to keep the spirit, because Cheng Lao Wu's death was very sudden, and it was a horizontal death. If there is no mourning hall to be buried directly, it will increase the resentment of the deceased, and rural people are very concerned about this, and would rather believe that there is something than believe that there is none.

I saw such a little light on this path, and I searched for a while, but I didn't find the white shadow. Could it be that the white-clothed Xiaowei just came to bring me to this place?

I walked along the path in the direction of the light ahead, surrounded on both sides by a woods of dogwood, and the snow crushed the branches almost to the ground.

The front is indeed the direction of Cheng Laowu's family, it seems that what I think should be right.

Cheng Lao Wu's family has also made a lot of money in recent years because of cattle raising, and the family's house has been renovated, which is more magnificent than the old tiled houses of other families around.

The door of Cheng Laowu's house is open, and the mourning hall can be seen from the road outside, and the mourning hall is located in the hall, and the light comes from the mourning hall. Everything is quiet here, Cheng Lao Wu's body is lying on the spirit bed, there are three kinds of tributes placed at the head of the spirit bed, Cheng Lao Wu's body is covered with a white cloth, and there are white candles on both sides, emitting cyan light.

I thought it was all normal, but when I saw the cyan candlelight, I began to feel a little uneasy. That's right, my grandfather told me since I was a child that cyan light comes from the underworld, which is definitely not a good sign.

No wonder the white shadow will lead me over, the candlelight in front of the mourning hall has turned cyan, this Cheng Lao Wu's mourning hall is going to have an accident!

I cheered up and looked into the mourning hall from a distance, but there was no movement.

Next to the funeral bed, Cheng Aniu, the son of Cheng Lao Wu, knelt, he looked at his father's body, his eyes glazed, and his face was full of tears.

I just stood in the doorway and watched, and if anything happened, I should be able to keep up with it if I rushed over here. Standing in this place in the middle of the night felt very cold, Cheng Aniu knelt for a while, he seemed to be a little tired, he actually fell asleep next to Cheng Laowu's spiritual bed.

However, I kept staring, and the mourning bed was quiet all the time, and nothing seemed wrong except that the color of the candlelight was not quite right.

When I was really bored, I was even a little sleepy, thinking that I would go back if I was really fine. I don't know if I'm dreaming right now, really, if it's a dream, it's too real. If it's true, it doesn't feel like something is quite right.

Just as I was thinking about it, I suddenly felt a gust of wind passing by, and then I saw the candlelight in the mourning hall staggering.

Stirred by this cold wind, I suddenly sobered up.

After the candlelight staggered for a while, I began to see Cheng Lao Wu's body begin to move. What the hell was running into the house just now, could it be the white shadow I just saw?

Immediately afterwards, Cheng Lao Wu sat up slowly, and the white cloth on his face still did not fall. Cheng Aniu next to him slept very soundly, and he didn't wake up when there was movement on the spiritual bed.

After Cheng Lao Wu sat up, he turned his head back and forth, as if he was looking for something. When my grandfather died, it was Wu Jiuye, the incarnation of Li Qing, who used to make trouble, and my grandfather was not really a corpse. And this time Cheng Lao Wu's situation looks very strange, and I didn't see anyone approaching, could it be that the gust of wind that blew over just now was really a ghost, and Cheng Lao Wu's body was possessed?

If it weren't for possession, Cheng Lao Wu's situation should be a fraudulent corpse.

However, the strange thing is that after Cheng Lao Wu sat up, he just looked around for a while, he seemed to want to stand up, but he couldn't stand up at all.

I am reminded of a custom in the countryside.

It is the kind of dead person who guards the spirit, and the feet of the deceased must be tied with a hemp rope, especially for people like Cheng Lao Wu who died horizontally. This is not a Taoist way to exorcise ghosts, but a custom that has been used for a long time, at least in our village.

It is said that this practice is afraid that the cat will startle the corpse, if the corpse is really defrauded, there is such a hemp rope tied to the foot and neck, the deceased will not be able to stand up at all, will not hurt people. Moreover, hemp rope is a kind of rope that has been hammered thousands of times, cooked with kudzu on the mountain, soaked in the water of the Qinghe River with a mallet to hammer thousands of times, is a kind of rope to the sun, generally speaking, the rope to tie the corpse must use hemp rope, the word linen and filial piety, is also the truth. Therefore, the hemp rope is both rigid and soft, which has the effect of resolving grievances.

After struggling for a while, it seemed that Cheng Lao Wu really couldn't stand up at all because his feet and necks were tied, so he couldn't get off the spiritual bed.

However, after a few minutes, Cheng Lao Wu quieted down, originally thinking that Cheng Lao Wu had been relieved of his grievances by hemp rope, and if he failed to deceive the corpse, he would lie back. However, I didn't expect that Cheng Lao Wu not only didn't lie down, but also looked at Cheng Aniu.

Cheng Lao Wu lowered his head slightly, the white linen on his face fell off, I saw the blue face, and the eyes that were full of whites, and I couldn't help but have a layer of goosebumps on my back.

There was a thick resentment in his eyes that were full of whites, staring at Cheng Aniu viciously. Immediately afterwards, Cheng Lao Wu stretched out his finger to the candle next to him, and the candle immediately made a sizzling sound. When Cheng Lao Wu took his fingers away, his index finger was burning.

His index finger was emitting cyan flames and white smoke, and at the same time, corpse oil was dripping down, Cheng Aniu was lying on the edge of the spiritual bed, still there was no movement at all, Cheng Laowu's fingers dripping with corpse oil moved towards Cheng Aniu's ear.

Seeing this scene, I remembered a story that I was most afraid to hear when I was a child. It is said that there is a family, there is only an old lady and three granddaughters, and one day the old lady died, and the three granddaughters kept the spirit.

In the middle of the night, the old lady sat up, lit her fingers with a spiritual lamp, and dripped corpse oil into her ears, and when the villagers found it the next day, the ears of the old lady's three granddaughters were all black, bleeding from the seven orifices, and they had long since lost their breath.

And the old lady's ten fingers were scorched, and the old lady was covered with white hair, and the green tendons on her face were like insects, and her face was full of twists and turns.

When I was a child, I was so scared that I didn't dare to show my ears when I went to sleep when I heard my grandfather tell this story, and I was especially worried that an old lady with a hideous face would come to drop my ears. Of course, when I got older, I felt that grandpa's story was a story, it wouldn't be true, and it was too mysterious.

However, at that time, the grandfather also said that there were specific villages, specific people, and which family was the case. It wasn't until I saw this scene that I thought that my grandfather's story might not be a story, but that he was telling the truth.