Niu Naojie Village, Dashi Township, C County, finally arrived, and we didn't care about scolding Huang Ranran, and went straight to the farmer's uncle's house. As he walked, Heng Qi asked the peasants: "What kind of person is your uncle, peasants?

The peasant shook his head and said, "Where, like my uncle, he is an old widower, childless and daughterless." ”

"It's really miserable—does he have anything to show for it, like your uncle, who can 'yell at people'?" Xie Ke also asked.

"No, it won't. Not everyone can do this life. The farmer continued to shake his head.

The farmer's words reminded us of a past three years ago. Three years ago, when the peasant's uncle died tragically, all of our task force attended his funeral and held a solemn funeral for him, but in the course of the funeral something horrific happened, and although it was a thing of the past, it still makes people feel palpitating when I think about it. Let's hope it doesn't happen again this time.

However, due to the bad journey, our group was a little uneasy.

Suddenly there was a gong sound on the hillside, and all of us were startled, and we all looked up at the hillside. There was a lonely wooden house on the hillside, the walls of which were made of cedar planks piece by piece, and the roof was covered with thin black curved tiles with green moss, which were fired in a very simple earthen kiln, and were of very poor quality and very easy to break. The person who lives in such a house must not be a rich man.

It was from that house that the gong sounded. Looking from afar, you can see a villager carrying a broken gong and banging. This gong sound is a bit like the life-urging gong sound of the ancient execution ground when beheading a prisoner, which is very frustrating and at the same time terrifying. A sense of foreboding rose in each of us, and at the same time we decided that it was the house of the peasant uncle.

The sound of the mourning gong sounded slowly and long, which shook our hearts for a while, and the peasants had a sad look on their faces, as if they wanted to cry, but they couldn't cry yet. When we saw him like this, our hearts were full of pain.

When we finally reached the house, the sound of the mourning gong stopped abruptly, and two or three villager-like people came up to us, one of whom was the one who struck the gong.

The gong striker glanced at the peasant and said, "Anon, you have come just in time, and your cousin's affairs will be handled by you." These people are ......" his eyes looked at us.

The peasant pointed at us and said, "They are all my friends, and they are here to help with the funeral." ”

"Ahem......" The man coughed, and his face was a little gloomy, "Anon, I advise you to be simple, find two pieces of cedar skin nail auxiliary functus, and bury your cousin, it's best not to do any more funerals." ”

"Village chief, what are you talking about? Others are human beings, but my cousin is not human beings, why can't we hold a funeral for him?" the peasant suddenly said with a little excitement.

"Farmer, if you have something to say, don't be hysterical!" Shopee hurriedly stepped forward to persuade him. The farmer shook his hand and almost lifted the shrimp skin.

Heng Qi hurriedly supported him from behind and said with a smile: "Shopee, don't persuade people if you speak lightly." ”

"Anon, listen to the village chief's words, it's better to be simple, just get to the hall, don't make a big fuss. Another villager also stepped forward to explain.

"I don't want the village to pay for it, my friends can help my cousin run the funeral!

"It's not that the village can't afford money and people, it's really another reason -- you have to listen to the persuasion of the offspring, don't be as tough as an ox!" the village chief also continued to say in a non-yin and yang manner.

"Village chief, what is the reason, why can't you hold a funeral for the old man?" I couldn't help but interject at this time.

The village chief rolled his eyelids and looked at me and said, "This is ......."

"This is our Captain Yang, you better be polite to him!" the farmer snorted coldly.

The village chief smiled bitterly and said, "It seems that you have always been the one who is unkind to us, right?" He then looked at me again and shook my hand, "It turned out to be Captain Yang, fortunately, fortunately." That's the case, his cousin died a little unlucky, and according to the village rules, he could only be buried simply, so as not to expose his body to broad light for a long time, and not to make a big funeral for him. If it stays there for too long, I'm afraid something unpredictable will happen......"

The village chief's words seem to be full of mystery, but they are confusing.

"Not bad. According to the meaning of the village, he was originally going to be poured with tung oil and cremated on the spot, but in order to take care of Anon's emotions, he was still asked to bury his cousin by himself. Another villager also said.

"Only the wounded god who died violently, and the person who was asked for his life by the fierce god and the devil should not hold a funeral for him, and simply bury or cremate him, is this also the case with my cousin?" the peasant seemed to think of something, and glared at the village chief vigilantly.

The village chief showed a slight smile that did not smile: "Virtuous nephew, you are to the point." After the village chief finished speaking, he led the two or three villagers and left the house.

"What? Did your cousin die violently or was asked for his life by a powerful ghost?" Heng Qi, Xie Ke, Liu Yong and the others all stood up.

"There is indeed a heavy yin qi here, and it seems that what the village chief said is true. The old god looked at his surroundings and nodded and sighed.

"Where is my cousin?" the peasant paused for a moment, then suddenly yelled at the village chief and the others who had already gone away.

"In the sun-dried grain flat over there, a few of you have buried him, carry him to the back mountain and bury it, don't do any more funerals!" The village chief's words came from afar in the wind.

"Where's the grain flat?" I said, looking at the farmer.

The peasant gestured to the open space to the right of the house: "Over there." ”

We hurriedly walked to the open space on the right side of the house - six or seven meters over, turned the corner of the house, and arrived at the valley flat.

The so-called sun-dried valley flat has an area of more than ten square meters at most, the inside is close to the mountain cliff, and the outside side is a soil slope with an elevation angle of more than 60 degrees. On the soil slope, there are some miscellaneous trees such as bamboo trees and chestnut trees. More than ten meters below the soil slope is the stone road we came up on, and then we will reach the entrance of the village in the distance.

There were two strip-shaped benches in the barn of the barn, and on the bench lay a door panel with a shabby straw mat spread out on the door panel, and on the straw mat lay a cold corpse, which was covered with a piercing red cloth!

"The red cloth is used to drive away evil spirits, and the dead are generally only covered with white cloth, and the red cloth seems to be really a bit evil!" Long Yunpeng exclaimed.

"Old God, is this really the case?" Xie Ke asked as he looked at the old god uneasily.

The old god nodded and said, "There is such a saying. ”

"Ahh

"I think you are completely mired in feudal superstition and idealism!" a voice suddenly burst into anger.

We were all taken aback and looked at Shopee together. Because in the past, such high-sounding words often came from the mouth of Shopee.

Unexpectedly, Shopee looked at us inexplicably and said, "What are you all looking at me for?

"It's Huang Run!" Zhu Feng said.

"Dead run, how did you say Shopee's words? Do you want to take the lead?" Heng Qi scolded with a smile.

"Well, let's stop all the boring gags! let's take a look at the deceased. Shopee frowned and walked over to the door, intending to lift the red cloth and take a look at the deceased. However, when his hand touched the red cloth, it retracted like lightning, and at the same time smiled at me a little embarrassedly, "Kesi, it's better for you to suppress the evil, you can uncover it." ”

I smiled and stepped forward to uncover the red cloth......

"Yo-" An exclamation rang out in my ears. I also took a breath, trying to stabilize my mind and look at the dead under the red cloth.

Even though I was mentally prepared, when I saw the situation of the deceased, I still gasped and almost stayed there.

I saw that the limbs of the deceased were completely twisted into a ball, like a wrinkled twisted flower. The expression on his face was also extremely terrifying, as if he had experienced some kind of extreme pain. His eyes were fixed on a certain place in the air, his mouth was also the first to grow, and Bai Sensen's teeth and bones were completely misplaced, which should have been an expression made in extreme pain.

There were already a lot of corpse spots on the deceased's body, but the shrinkage was not too serious, and it seemed that the death should not be long in coming, no more than thirty hours at most.

There was no blood or any wounds on the deceased's body, and it did not look like he had been killed by an external force.

"Uh, uh......" Except for me, Shopee and the girls were already vomiting.

I asked the girls and the timid people to go to the entrance of the village to breathe fresh air, leaving only a few people with great concentration, such as Hengqi, farmers, and old gods. But Shopee insisted on staying, and I had to let him stay. At the same time, Fu Ying and Yang Liu also had to stay by my side, and they couldn't get rid of me, so I had to let them stay.

"How is your cousin's health, and how old is he?" I said, lightly covering the red cloth and looking at the peasant.

"My cousin-in-law was just 70 years old, and he was always in good health, and he never had any illness. When the village chief informed me of my cousin's death, he did not say that he had died of illness. The farmer replied.

"Was he murdered?" asked Heng Qi.

"Who is sick to murder such a bad old man who has no quarrel with the world, is poor and white, honest and honest, and lives in the mountains?" said the peasant.

Judging by the circumstances of his death, it was indeed an unnatural death. However, the cause of death is not clear. "I looked at the crowd.

"If it wasn't from illness and death, or if it was murdered, then there was only one possibility, it was killed by a ghost!" Heng Qi said with a cold expression in his teeth.