"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.

"Yingying, what do you think?" I turned my head and looked at Fu Ying, who had been silent.

Fu Ying seemed to be in some kind of deep thought, and did not react to my question in the slightest. Suddenly, she opened her phoenix eyes sharply, stepped forward quickly, and once again lifted the red cloth covering the deceased's body, and Ruyu's fingers reached the top of the deceased's skull.

"Miss Fu, why are you ......" Shopee, Heng Qi and the others didn't know why Fu Ying would make such a move, and they all exclaimed in surprise.

I was also taken aback, trying to stop Fu Ying: "Yingying, don't ......" Before I finished speaking, Fu Ying's hand had already pulled out the hair on the top of the deceased's skull, and through the gap between Fu Ying's fingers, we could clearly see that there was a hole the size of a chopstick's head on the top of the deceased's skull, and there was a little white adhesion at the mouth of the hole, I don't know if it was a brain or something?

"Yingying, what is this?" I said as I stared at Fu Ying's finger in amazement.

Fu Ying looked blankly into the distance and replied, "Soul, this is his soul......"

"What? This white, dirty, disgusting thing is the soul of the peasant uncle?" Heng Qi, Xie Ke and the others all widened their puzzled eyes.

I was also very confused, because that thing was obviously the brain material or brain plasma of the peasant uncle, how could it be the soul of the peasant uncle? Is this what the human soul is?

"No, this is where his soul has left. Fu Ying obviously heard our "criticism" and hurriedly corrected it softly.

"So that's the case?" everyone finally realized: after a long time of trouble, it turned out that they had misunderstood.

But a new question arose: "Is his soul leaving this hole?" I looked at Fu Ying.

Fu Ying nodded.

"Miss Fu, the human soul is the human biological field, and the biological field is a magnetic field, not a solid state or a liquid state, how could it leave such a small hole?" Heng Qi seemed to ask a very "professional" question at this time.

"I'm not talking about that ......," Fu Ying explained.

Fu Ying explained for a long time, and we figured out that what Fu Ying was talking about was that something seemed to bite through the skull of the peasant uncle from this place and suck all his brain material. In other words, the head of the peasant uncle is now completely empty!

"What is it that sucks the peasant's uncle's brain?" we all asked.

Fu Ying shook her head, indicating that she wasn't sure what it was. "Don't guess, it must be a ghost!" Heng Qi's hair almost pointed to the sky.

"If it was a ghost, it would be impossible to bite through the skull of the peasant uncle and suck the matter out of his brain! I am sure that this is not a ghost, but some kind of creature! Since it is a creature, it is not a ghost!" Shopee said as he looked at me.

"Then there is no need to cover this red cloth to ward off evil spirits, because this is not evil at all, it is just a normal death. As he spoke, Heng Qi stepped forward and lifted off the red cloth covering the deceased's body, crumpled it into a ball and threw it on the fence next to him.

"Don't be so rude!" I hurriedly shouted, but it was too late, so I had to let him.

"Okay, let's bury the old man first. Shopee said with a frown.

"That means my cousin-in-law can handle the funeral in a dignified manner?" the peasant suddenly turned from sadness to joy.

"Of course, we must have a funeral for the old man!" exclaimed Heng Qi.

"Where's the coffin?" he said, looking left and right.

"There are no coffins. Didn't you listen to the village chief that you can only use a thin fir bark board to nail a funclot, and then use the functor to bury the old man?" said the old god suddenly with gloom.

"What is a funclot?" Heng Qi really didn't understand what it was? Of course, this was the first time we had heard such a statement. Presumably this is just a local dialect vocabulary, not a written language.

"It is used to bury the dead body of a child or an unmarried young man, and this kind of corpse is collectively referred to as 'short-lived goods', and cannot be buried in a regular coffin. The old god explained with a roll of his eyelids.

"You're short-lived!" said the peasant, suddenly furious.

"Yes, old god, your statement is indeed inappropriate, the farmer's cousin is seventy years old, how can he still be short-lived?" Heng Qi also reprimanded. But I always think that their statement is so bizarre.

"Okay, it's really unrealistic to make a coffin now, just nail the auxiliary functifier, let's go find some materials, and hurry up and start work. Shopee said with a wave of his hand.

"I'm afraid we don't have enough people, so let's call everyone back. Heng Qi looked at me and Shopee.

Shopee and I both nodded.

So all the people who stayed at the entrance of the village were called back by us.

The peasants found a few fir trees, prepared to sawn them into planks, and then nailed the funclers. Yang Shengnong, who knows carpentry, is in a tug of war with farmers, while Long Yunpeng and Zhu Fenglian are on the side.

Shopee, who writes well with a brush, writes a banner in the open space in front of the hall, and his girlfriend Deng Li sharpens the ink for him. The rest of the girls, such as Gao Weizhen, Jiang Rulan, Liu Lianqing, Chen Xiaoling, etc., tied wreaths on the other side of the house.

Heng Qi cooked dinner in the kitchen, Liu Yong helped him cook, and Xie Ke lit the stove (firewood and straw were also burned locally).

The old god took Jiang Yong and Datou to the back mountain, looking for the location of the grave, and digging the grave pit by the way. Our plan is to stay overnight tonight and have a funeral tomorrow morning. Therefore, the tomb had to be dug up on the first day.

Fu Ying and Yang Liu and I were holding an instrument and walking around the hard paths around the fields, ready to catch a strange signal.

As for Huang Ranran, Chen Han and Xiao Ziang, they were arranged to guard the old man's home.

............

It was getting dark, and the twilight was so dark that the visibility was so low that it was almost impossible to see the silhouette of the person on the other side. Yang Shengnong, who was sawing with the peasants, shouted: "Shopee, it's time to hold the lamp, right? ”

Shopee, who was waving, rebuked impatiently, "Can't you turn on the lights yourself?

"If there's no electricity, how can you turn it on?" Yang Shengnong responded.

"What? This is too bullying, isn't it? This village doesn't even turn on the lights for the old people?" Shopee couldn't help but shoot the case, and almost slapped a bottle of ink, so that a few people next to him hurriedly rushed over to hold the ink bottle, and dyed their hands black.

"Shopee, don't be hysterical, it's not that the village doesn't have lights for the elderly, but that the lighting circuits here are aging, and there is a meeting or a short circuit, so that all the lights are not lit!" Yang Shengnong hurriedly explained.

"Won't you overhaul the circuits?

"It's useless to overhaul, if you want to overhaul, you need to replace all the lighting wiring here, in that case, the amount of work is too large, we only stay here for one night, there is no need to build so much." Yang Shengnong said.

"And what lamp do you want me to hold?" Shopee's fire came up again.

"Let's make some dead wind lanterns, or don't use a few white lanterns in white paper, so that it can also reflect the taste of funeral. ”

Long Yunpeng interjected.

"Then let's do it according to the dragon's policy. Shopee waved his hand impatiently.

So several big white lanterns were raised in front of the house and behind the house, and the word "mourning" was written on the lantern to highlight the atmosphere of the funeral.

Of course, these lanterns were not electric lights, but fixed oil lamps or candles (there were quite a few of these in the peasant uncle's house). The crowd continued to work under these white lights.

At this time, the cedar planks had been sawed and the funnes were being assembled, and the dinner of Heng Qi and others had not yet been prepared, the girls were still wearing wreaths next to the house, and the last pair of shrimp curtains had not yet been written. As for the group that digs the grave, they did not return either. And Yang Hao and Fu Ying also held a mysterious instrument and didn't know where they went, and they also didn't come back.

The three people who were guarding the spirit, Huang Ranran, Chen Han and Xiao Ziang, were a little impatient, and at the same time, the empty belly sounded like a drum.

Huang Ran ran suddenly let out a fart, and Chen Traitor and Xiao Ziang reflexively pushed Huang Ranran. Huang ran ran without warning, just pushed to the door panel where the deceased was lying, in order to maintain his balance, his hand had to be propped up on the door panel, and the face also fell down, just to the face of the deceased - after the red cloth covered by the deceased was thrown away by Heng Qi, he did not cover any other cloth, only covered his face with a small piece of handkerchief. Huang Ranran's face went down, and naturally the handkerchief on the deceased's face was rubbed off, and the deceased's stiff face was directly attached to Huang Ranran's face.

Huang Ran jumped up nervously, hurriedly fled to the side, and shouted at Chen and Xiao at the same time: "You two are really damaged, why are you pushing me to the dead?"

Chen and Xiao laughed together: "This is the retribution you deserve for your stinky fart!"

"Okay, you two don't get caught by my fox tail, I'll be as good as you guys! Damn, why don't you have a piece of cloth on this dead man? I remember that the dead man was still covered with a red cloth, where did the red cloth go?" Huang ran and muttered, looking left and right, looking for the red cloth.

"That piece of red cloth was thrown away by Hengqi, don't look for it, let's find another piece - you stay here, don't move, let's go find it!" Chen Han and Xiao Ziang shouted at Huang Ranran, and slipped away to other places, leaving Huang Ranran standing there in a daze.

As mentioned earlier, the spirit of the deceased rests in the barn next to the house, and the place where the crowd moves is on the other side. Therefore, it is naturally quite empty and lonely. However, there were three people guarding here before, so naturally they were still a little angry. At this moment, as soon as Chen and Xiao left, the desertion and gloom here increased dramatically. And the sky has long since darkened, and only a miserable white lantern is left shining here, which makes people feel even more miserable and desolate.

Huang Pao ran as if he had been poured a basin of cold water, only to feel cold from head to toe, and the terrifying taste quickly spread to his whole body.

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