The mourning hall was erected, and people were also arranged to report the funeral to relatives from all parties, and everything was carried out according to the regular funeral process. In this seemingly ordinary funeral process, which can no longer be ordinary, villagers kept coming up to Tian Xiang and secretly stretched out their thumbs. Today, this kid suddenly came to this hand, which is impressive.

Throughout the day, the funeral was carried out in a panicked but orderly manner, and it was not until about seven o'clock in the evening that the villagers left one after another, leaving only the children and grandchildren to keep watch in the mourning hall. At this time, the two sons of the third and fourth also rushed back. Tian Xiang sat alone at the base of the wall, quietly looking at the portrait of his grandmother, recalling the bits and pieces of the past, and silently weeping.

The old three, the fourth, and two families of eight whispered around the coal fire, Tian Xiang knew what they were talking about, but he didn't bother to pay attention. Ran thought to himself: It seems that tonight, if they dare to do it, I will kill people, the big deal is to slaughter them all, burn down this mourning hall, everyone will bury their grandmothers, anyway, it is meaningless to live without relatives. Thinking of this, he got up and walked to the kitchen and secretly put the kitchen knife in the pocket of his cotton coat, returned to the mourning hall, and sat down in the corner again.

"Tian Xiang, you are not small!" said the old Sitian Shengmao suddenly coldly.

"Presumptuous will not end well!" said the old Mita Shenghe interface.

Tian Xiang glanced at them coldly, then moved his gaze to the portrait of his grandmother, and did not say anything.

Tian Shenghe stood up first, and then the others also stood up. Tian Xiang sneered, stood up slowly, leaned his back against the corner, stretched out his finger and pointed at his grandmother's body and said, "I'm not afraid to lie here, but I have to pull a few cushions before lying down." ”

Tian Shenghe and the others were sad in their hearts, looked at each other, and then smiled confidently. Tian Shengmao spoke, "I don't know the height of the sky, the thickness of the mongrel! ”

"Unfilial people are not qualified to stay!" Tian Xiang replied.

"Who are you talking about?" the fourth daughter-in-law, Liu Fangsu, roared sharply.

"Talk about you dog mongrels!" Tian Xiang said fiercely.

"Who are you talking about?" Several people from the third and fourth families pounced one after another, and Tian Shenghe raised his leg and kicked it.

Tian Xiang pulled out the kitchen knife with a "swish", slashed at his thick legs, and then brandished the kitchen knife and slashed around. For a while, Tian Shenghe's thigh was like a blood infusion, kneeling on the ground, and the old fourth Tian Shengmao also had blood in his arm, and the two families retreated one after another. Tian Shenghe's two sons hurriedly dragged the third child aside, lest Tian Xiang make up for it again. Fortunately, they are thicker in winter, and the kitchen knife is not sharp, otherwise the two of them would have been more seriously injured. Tian Xiang did not pursue, after all, there were many people on the other side, so he was afraid that he would be robbed of the knife and suffer a loss.

The third and fourth children were born for the time being, and the daughter-in-law and son of the third and fourth children hurriedly found cloth strips and bandages to bandage them. They never dreamed that Tian Xiang would hide the kitchen knife in his clothes, and he would be so ruthless, and they were terrified.

Silence! A brief silence was followed by whispering. The third daughter-in-law, Ning Shuang, made two phone calls, one was to call the police on 110, saying that someone had committed murder, and the other was to call the hospital at 120.

Tian Xiang looked at them coldly, his heart fluctuated, and he couldn't wait to rush over and cut several people to the ground. At this moment, the text message rang, Tian Xiang leaned against the wall and opened the mobile phone, it was Xue Yuxin's text message: Happy New Year!

Looking at the text message, Tian Xiang's tears were like springs, and the grievances, helplessness and sadness in his heart were vented in one go. He didn't understand why this was the case, and there was a kind of dependence and sustenance on this little girl. The heart of death began to soften, softening into a pool of tears sliding down his cheeks. Tian Xiang replied to the text message with tears in his eyes: "I miss you, I miss you very much!" If he wouldn't and wouldn't dare to say this sentence in normal times, but now there is no other words to express his state of mind at this time.

Police cars and ambulances pulled the alarm into the village one after another, alarming the villagers. The peaceful night was shattered. When the villagers rushed over, Tian Xiang, who was handcuffed, was being pulled into the police car, and he was still yelling, "I can't handle my grandmother's funeral, kill your whole family!" The doctor shook his head while re-bandaging and nursing the third and fourth children, and because the two were not seriously injured, the ambulance returned empty.

The whole courtyard gradually regained its calm amid the noise, whispering and shaking of the head, but the hearts of many villagers were as if they were being weighed down by a boulder. Some people had expected that the family would not live in peace, but they didn't expect it to be so big.

After the villagers left one after another, the third and fourth hugged their thighs and hugged their arms and smiled at each other, with an indescribable happiness in their hearts.

The two families surrounded the coal fire again, complained a few words, scolded their mothers, and taught their sons a lesson, and then talked and laughed.

Suddenly, there was a "pop" sound in my grandmother's bedroom, and several people were startled and creepy. Several people peeked at the door and then at the corpse of their grandmother lying behind the mourning hall, with an indescribable fear.

"What, what...... , what's the sound?" Liu Fangsu shuddered.

"It should have fallen to the ground, right?" Tian Shengmao also beat the drum in his heart.

"And no one is inside, what will fall to the ground?" Ning Shuang hurriedly asked.

"Judging by your appearance, it may be a rat...... Huh?" Tian Shenghe was dismissive. But before the words were finished, I saw the door of the hall "squeak" open, and the startled Tian Shenghe didn't close his mouth for a long time.

"There's a ghost!" I don't know who shouted, and several people ran out of the door.

As soon as I ran out, I heard a "pop" in the mourning hall, and the ground trembled. A few hurriedly turned around, only to see Tian Shenghe kneeling in front of the mourning hall and convulsing continuously, foaming at the corners of his mouth.

Seeing this scene, Tian Shengmao raised his legs and ran to the gate of the courtyard, but no matter how the gate was pulled, it was difficult to open. "Slap" Tian Shengmao's face seemed to have been slapped in the face, and one heel was planted on the ground.

"That's someone!" suddenly shouted one of their sons.

"Mother, mother, I don't dare, I don't dare!" Tian Shengmao shouted while kowtowing, looking more and more strange in this quiet winter night. Soon, blood was already pouring from his forehead, and blood was gushing down his cheeks, hideous and terrifying.

Ning Shuang, Liu Fangsu and several of their sons were already stunned on the spot, trembling together.

At this time, there was a slight coughing sound in front of the Ling. Ning Shuang thought it was the old Santian Shenghe, and hurriedly rushed over, but when she ran to her, she saw Tian Shenghe twitching and looking at her with a cruel smile. Ning's body trembled, his cold hair stood on end, and he was planted on the ground with a "poof".

"Mother, mother, you spare us, we will send you to the end of your life. Liu Fangsu hurriedly knelt on the ground, kowtowing and chattering. The sons of the third and fourth were also frightened, and they knelt on the ground and trembled.

"I've done too much evil, and the old lady can't feel at ease when she leaves!" the neighbor's aunt listened to the window for a while, muttered to herself, and got back into the bed.

"Her house is haunted? This is the New Year's Day!" "Should! Unfilial children and grandchildren should be rectified!" An old couple in the front yard listened for a while and whispered a conversation.

The candle in front of the mourning hall flickered on and off for a while, and gradually returned to normal. Tian Shenghe stopped convulsing, as if he had been skinned, and looked at the few people in front of him in a daze. Ning Shuang also opened his eyes, but his hands trembled. Tian Shengmao and Liu Fangsu seemed to have been strangled by their necks, panting for breath and no longer calling. Their sons crawled on the ground and watched in horror at what they saw.

The courtyard was calm again, but several people stayed where they were, not daring to move for a long time, no one spoke, and no one dared to propose to leave. After more than half an hour, several people struggled to get up and got into the kitchen, shivering, and even could hear each other's heartbeats. Fortunately, there is nothing unusual in the mourning hall and courtyard.

As the sky began to brighten, the family came to help one after another.

When Tian Shengmao recounted last night's experience with palpitations, the third master of the family replied disdainfully, "Haunted?