"Sister Chunliu, don't listen to my master's nonsense, his ideas are all ideas, but you can't listen to them." Bai Li scooped out a bowl of winter melon and tofu from the pot and handed it to Old Man Tao: "Do you want to eat?" ”

"Eat, why not." Old man Tao took the bowl with his left hand, and stretched out his right hand to follow: "Chopsticks, what do you let your master eat without chopsticks." ”

Bai Li silently handed over a pair of chopsticks, watched Chunliu's head grow back to his body, and asked quietly: "Sister Chunliu, what is this underworld like?" ”

Chunliu looked at Bai Li and shook her head slightly.

"Can't say it, or don't you know, don't want to say it?" As soon as I finished asking, the people in the courtyard moved, bustling, either screaming that their necks were sore, or they were shaking their legs and stomachs.

Although Zhang Xiwu didn't know what had just happened, he also knew that this was not normal, and hurriedly beckoned someone to say that Zhang Xiniang was buried.

Bai Li didn't say much, she was still sitting in front of the stove and added firewood to it, I don't know if it was an illusion, she always felt that Zhang Xi was looking into the kitchen. Occasionally looking up, I met his gaze, and I only felt that there was no trace of popularity in those eyes.

After a burst of blowing, Zhang Xiniang's coffin was carried out of the courtyard of Zhang's house. It's also strange to say that when I left the village, the weather was still good, but when I arrived at the entrance of the village, it was foggy. Fortunately, the fog is not very heavy, and you can vaguely see the ancestral tomb of the Zhang family at the end of the ridge.

"Uncle Zhang, take a look, is there a lantern floating in the ancestral tomb of the Zhang family?"

"Lanterns? Who can hold a lantern in someone's graveyard in the middle of the day? Zhang Xiwu squinted, followed the direction of the coffin bearer's finger and looked into the ancestral tomb of the Zhang family, and sure enough, he saw a lantern.

It was an oblong white lantern that was not common in Huaxi Village, and there seemed to be some pattern painted on the lantern, but it was far away, so it was not real.

"Uncle Zhang, I didn't lie to you, there is really a lantern."

Zhang Xiwu was silent, walked to the front of the team, rubbed his eyes and looked carefully. At this moment, he finally saw clearly, it was a man wearing a black shroud and carrying a lantern in his hand.

"Zhang Xi, Zhang Xi, come here."

"What's wrong?" Zhang Xi walked up to Zhang Xiwu with a blank face.

"You're young, you're eye-catching, can you help me take a look, who is that guy wandering around your grave?"

"It's my dad." Zhang Xi only glanced at it, and then grinned: "When my father left, he was wearing a black shroud, and my mother burned a lantern for him, and the lantern was the same as the one he was carrying." ”

"Do you see clearly?" Zhang Xiwu's face became more and more difficult to look at: "Zhang Xi, you are a scholar, you should know that this is not a joke in some things." Today is the day when your mother will be in peace, if you are deliberately making trouble, I will no longer care about your family's affairs. ”

"It's really my dad, it's my dad who came to pick up my mother." Zhang Xi grinned, but his expression looked strange: "It's a pity that he can't catch my mother, because my mother has become a fish, and this fish has been eaten." ”

"Zhang Xi!" Zhang Xiwu scolded angrily: "If you talk nonsense again, I will discipline you on behalf of your father." ”

"Fish scales, I found my mother in her room on the day she disappeared." Zhang Xi stretched out his hand, and there were two fish scales in his palm.

Rao is Zhang Xiwu has lived for half his life, and when he saw this situation, his heart was also a little drumming. But the coffin bearer has already come here, if he doesn't bury this coffin, how will he stay in Huaxi Village in the future. Just when Zhang Xiwu was hesitating, he suddenly heard Zhang Xi say: "My father is gone, and he won't pick up my mother." ”

When I looked up, there was no lantern in the graveyard at the end of the ridge.

"Isn't it just a ghost, what are you afraid of, this ghost is also a human being." Zhang Xiwu gritted his back molars hard, relying on the large number of funeral people, and stepped across the ridge of the field.

No one had ever seen such a battle, and from the moment they crossed the ridge, everyone remained silent. The ancestral tomb of the Zhang family was wrapped in a cloud of mist, and both the relatives of the Zhang family and the villagers who came to help felt a chill, as if they were surrounded by eyes, looking at them coldly.

No one spoke, there was no sound, the whole burial process was silent, and when they returned to the village, everyone found themselves in a cold sweat. Fortunately, there is still steaming winter melon and tofu to eat, and after two or three bites, the cold sweat on this body will almost spread.

"Brother Zhang Xi, eat." Bai Li put the bowl in front of Zhang Xi: "You taste it carefully, my winter melon and tofu can be made differently from others." ”

Zhang Xi was still grinning, but he was just smiling, and the remaining four features on his face did not have any expression.

A piece of hot tofu was in his stomach, and he saw another person behind Bai Li, who was wearing white clothes, his black hair was messily draped, his face was pale, and his eyes were empty and terrifying. He was holding tofu in his mouth and was about to reach out to point behind Bai Li, but he saw a hand suddenly poke out from behind Bai Li, and his long, sharp nails slowly approached her eyes.

The smile on the corner of Zhang Xi's mouth disappeared, he opened his mouth slightly, and when he saw a hollow eye socket on Bai Li's face, he spat out a lot of blood, and the person fell to the ground. Bai Li was startled, and hurriedly retreated, and as soon as he stood still, he saw a piece of blood-stained white tofu falling in the snow nest at his feet.

The courtyard of the Zhang family, which had just become warm, suddenly became silent again, and those who were holding bowls, either standing, squatting, or sitting, all stopped their movements and looked at Zhang Xi motionlessly.

The first to react was Zhang Xiwu, who put down the dishes and chopsticks in his hand and urged Zhang Xi's younger brother to invite the village doctor. Bai Li wanted to watch the excitement for a while, but was dragged out by Old Man Tao.

"Girl, let's go, this Zhang's food is unpalatable."

"Is it because of those tears?" Bai Li asked uneasily, "Will those people be like Zhang Xi, one by two, vomiting blood." ”

"Scared?" Old man Tao pulled his beard and asked Bai Li, "You didn't hesitate at all when you put tears in the pot." ”

"It wasn't a whim, I didn't think about it that much for a while." Bai Li glanced at his hand: "To be honest, I also wonder how to ask Sister Chunliu for tears when I think about it." If it was just to harm Brother Zhang Xi, I would still be able to convince myself, but everyone else is innocent. Master, at that time, did I also get lost in my mind? ”

"Hell? In front of my old man, who the hell would dare to make a mini. These ghost tears are also tears, how can they be so powerful. Old man Tao stroked his beard: "Zhang Xi vomited blood because he lacked heart and lungs, and he was offended in the rest of his life." ”