"And this coffin head, who asked you to face north, hurry up and transfer it!"

In the courtyard, Chu Siqi continued his performance, but there were more and more onlookers.

Half of these villagers are there to watch the excitement, and half are there to eat feasts.

The Liu family let go of the words, and wanted Liu Dahai to walk the scenery, stop the spirit for three days, and put on a flowing water banquet for three days.

Before, because of the hanging rope, there was no gentleman to preside, and the matter of the flowing water seat was put down.

As soon as Chu Siqi came, the hanging rope was burned, and he was making yellow mud bricks and stuffing cotton, seeing that it was fine, the pomp had to be put up, after all, Lao Liu's family was the largest household in Qianqian Village.

The principal shouted, let the villagers disperse, and began to set up a table and set up a table.

After a while, a simple stage was set up in front of the mourning hall, and a band that had been invited a long time ago began to perform on stage.

The performance above, the round table that can make twenty people below is also set up on the side of the road, and the smoked sugar melon seeds are on.

I sat down at a random table and stared at the mourning hall inside.

When the sky was about to be darkened, Chu Siqi came out and began to recite the words of thanks: "A word of invitation, start all stations!" Now Mr. Liu Dahai has returned to the world for a hundred years, alarming the Quartet, relatives and friends, three parties and nine clans, far away, over the mountains and mountains to come to pay respects, filial piety is a local partial house, lack of manpower, please understand. Inherit the love of relatives and friends, send a great gift, mistake your Seiko, spend money, filial piety a note in the heart, and then you will get married, repair the house, filial piety heard the news, and fill in the favor. The greeting is not thoughtful, it is coarse tea and light rice, please eat well, please sit down, the meaning of gratitude is difficult to express, smoke and pour tea drops to greet well. ”

"Open the table!"

The last two words fell, and the dishes began to be served.

Not to mention, Chu Siqi, this kid, was depressed and frustrated when he read the words, and he had specially practiced it at a glance.

I was not polite, after serving, I began to stretch out my chopsticks to eat, but my eyes were not idle, after Chu Siqi entered the house, I kept staring at the previous villager.

The villager sat at the table next to me, he was very greedy for wine, and when a glass of wine was poured, and before anyone else moved, he took it up and took a sip.

As soon as he took a bite, he closed his eyes and snorted in satisfaction.

After putting down the wine glass, he looked at the wine in the glass with some reluctance, and forcibly didn't drink it.

This is a bit strange, the Liu family's wine is unlimited.

I didn't make a sound, I ate with one chopstick without a chopstick.

The villagers at the same table all said that for the first time in so many years, they had eaten Liu's meal, and said that the Liu family had a lot of blood this time, so they had to drink more.

This meal was eaten until dark, and a small half was not finished.

The white banquet can't drive people away, even if the Liu family is dissatisfied, they have to hold on.

The people who eat the feast do not leave, but the process has to go down, and after dark, they have to keep the spirit.

The wakes are generally guarded by the children and grandchildren of the deceased, and there are many children and grandchildren of the Liu family, and there are more than ten people sitting in front of the mourning hall.

The most important thing in the funeral is actually the vigil, as long as there is no accident on the night of the vigil, then the funeral means that there is no problem.

Chu Siqi also knew this, and I saw that he deliberately confessed a few words to Liu Bin before returning to the building to sleep.

There are not many villagers left in this meeting, there are still three tables that have not been dispersed, and among them is the villager I am staring at.

I looked closely, and for two hours, he only drank one glass of wine.

Every time he raised a glass to drink, he only took a small sip, obviously wanting to drink, but suppressed the desire to drink.

It's weird.

"Come on, Lao Huang, take a sip, what's wrong today, you won't drink any free wine!"

The people at the table with him also felt strange and pinched the wine glass and touched it with him.

Lao Huang showed a mouthful of big yellow teeth, raised his glass and touched it, and said in a sharp voice: "It's done!" ”

After speaking, he tilted his neck and took a sip of a glass of wine.

"Hiccup!"

After a glass of wine, Lao Huang burped, his eyes were blurred, his head nodded, and he fell drunk on the table.

I noticed that the moment this glass of wine was in my stomach, a black shadow jumped out of Lao Huang's body.

"Hey, Lao Huang, drunk?"

Several people at the same table hurriedly pulled Lao Huang.

"Deceived corpse!"

At this moment, a scream came from the mourning hall, and the more than ten people guarding the spirit exploded, some ran out, and some ran into the building.

The only three remaining people outside heard the shout, craned their necks to look at the mourning hall, and they all threw down their wine glasses and ran.

I'm going to be looking in the direction of the mourning hall too.

The light in the mourning hall was dim, and the lantern in front of the coffin was extinguished.

On the surface, nothing was out of the ordinary, but soon, I realized that something was wrong.

I don't know when a hand came out of the coffin, and it was straining the edge of the coffin.

Soon, an old man in a shroud crawled out of the coffin.

When the old man came out, he stretched out his hand, grabbed a piece of pastry from the tribute platform, and stuffed it into his mouth.

After eating two pieces of pastry, the old man wiped his mouth, bent down to his portrait, and opened and closed his mouth.

My position is more than ten meters away from the mourning hall, and the old man's speech is fast and low, I can't hear what he says!

After talking for a while, the old man seemed to be tired, and sat on the coffin, staring at the three-story building behind the mourning hall.

"Where? Where? ”

Soon, Chu Siqi walked out of the building with the ghost head knife, followed by several Liu family members.

Seeing Liu Dahai sitting on the coffin, Chu Siqi trembled obviously, and his voice suddenly rose: "Kill demons and demons down, kill ghosts and gods, lie down for me!" ”

After speaking, he carried the ghost head knife and went to Liu Dahai.

Liu Dahai didn't move, just stared at Chu Siqi with a pair of bloodshot eyes and sneered.

The next moment, the ghost head knife slashed at Liu Dahai's neck, making a muffled sound, just like the muffled sound of a pig dealer cutting pork.

A human head fell into the coffin diagonally, and Liu Dahai's body fell into the coffin.

"Daddy!"

Seeing this scene, Liu Bin shouted like crazy and rushed to the coffin.

"Squeak!"

At this moment, a cry came from the coffin, and a yellow skin with a human head in his mouth jumped out of the coffin, and after landing on the ground, he ran away.

"Give me back my father's head!" Liu Bin chased like crazy, but he couldn't catch up at all.

The speed of the yellow skin was very fast, and after jumping out of the courtyard with the head in his mouth, he turned around three times and disappeared into the village.

"Who the told you to cut my daddy?"

Seeing that he couldn't catch up with Huang Pizi, Liu Bin turned around and came back and gave Chu Siqi a big mouth!

Chu Siqi was stumbled by a fan, obviously a little confused.

Seeing Liu Bin do it, the other Liu family members also followed.

With a push, the ghost knife fell to the ground.