Ma Ya said that there were dead people on the pasture, and it was Wu Enqi's aunt who died, and the old lady was about to be eighty years old, and this morning when Wu Enqi went to deliver food, he found the old lady dead in her yurt. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"I'm eighty years old, and my lifespan is about the same, which is normal. "Wushuang didn't take it to heart.

"No, I went to see it just now, and the old lady's death was terrifying, she sat on the edge of the bed, her body stiffened and stretched out an arm, and pointed her finger at the felt curtain and stared at her eyes, as if something had broken in last night and was scared to death. Ma Ya described.

"Oh, don't blink, take me there. Wushuang put on his clothes and pushed the door and rushed out, and Ma Ya hurriedly followed.

Following the cry from the wind and sand, Wushuang found the yurt, there were many herdsmen standing outside the yurt, in this pasture, basically everyone is related by blood, this old lady is Wu Enqi's aunt, so the age is basically the eldest of the clan. The Mongols were matriarchal in the earliest days, so the status of women in Mongolian society is not low until today.

The herdsmen began to mourn the old lady, and a stone pile had been erected outside the yurt, with a stick tied to it, and colored cloth was tied to it. Before Wushuang could go in, someone behind him had already brought a basin of clean water, and the basin was shone with a gauze towel to prevent the sand from being scraped in, which was used to wash the old lady's body.

"Fellow, wait a minute. Wushuang stopped him, lifted the felt curtain and got in.

The yurt is full of unqi and a few elderly herdsmen are trying to find a way to press the old lady's hand down, and if a person dies, he must be buried, but what is the matter with her hand stretched out horizontally?

"Brother Wuenqi, you wait first. Wushuang called him aside.

"Distinguished guest, I'm sorry, you just came to catch up with the funeral of our Mongols, I know, you Han people think this is unlucky, why don't I let them send you back to Horqin later?"

"No, no, no, don't say that, what kind of thing is this? If you hadn't taken us in yesterday, I'm afraid we would have buried our bodies in the yellow sand. I mean, if you don't mind, can you let me look at the old lady's appearance?"

"This ......"

Ma Ya hurriedly stepped forward and said to Wu Enqi, my husband has lived in the Great Khing'an Mountains in the northeast since he was a child, and his ancestors are shamans in the mountains, and he has the same belief as our Mongolians.

The shamanism of the Mongols is about the spirit of all things, and this belief is actually very close to materialism. They believe that people have their own destiny, and that life will end at the end of their lives, unless they are abandoned by the Immortal Heaven and the curse of the demons is bad. The old lady is eighty years old, although she is strong and healthy on weekdays, but her age is here, and she is dead when she dies, and he doesn't think about other places.

Wushuang glanced sideways, ouch, this old lady's death was really terrifying, her eyes were full of blood, and she was like a bull's eye, and she almost rolled out of her sockets. She stared intently in the direction of the felt curtain, her stiff fingers bent slightly like chicken paws.

"Can't she put her hands down?" asked Wushuang.

"Well, let the guests laugh. ”

"If you can't put it down, don't let it go, it's easy to break the bones if you break them hard. Wushuang said.

He turned behind the old lady, the old lady had long hair, and when she slept at night, her bun was loosened and scattered, and Wushuang reached out and lifted the old lady's white hair and touched the back of her neck.

The others saw that this was disrespectful to the deceased, how could you, a Han Chinese, touch the old lady's body at will? Wu Enqi hurriedly signaled everyone not to move.

"Brother Wuenqi, can you let the fellows go out first, I have something to tell you. "Wushuang's face is not very good-looking.

After saying a few words to the other tribesmen in Mongolia, everyone dispersed, and only the body of the old lady and the three men were left in the yurt.

"The old lady is scared to death. "Wushuang was blunt.

"What? how is this possible?" said Unqi.

Wushuang said that there is an acupuncture point under the back of the neck called straight gallbladder, which is connected to the gallbladder, and as long as the gallbladder is ruptured, this acupuncture point will be dark green. Just take a look.

Wu Enqi walked around behind his aunt and took a look, and sure enough, it was as Wushuang said. Coupled with the fact that he saw the strange death of the old lady, he had to think of the theory of ghosts and gods.

"We herdsmen have hounds, and if something really broke into them last night, the hounds would bark," said Wu Enqi.

"Don't believe it, when don't dogs bark? Dead dogs don't bark! Wushuang walked out of the yurt with Wu Enqi, and next to the yurt was a dog house made of wood, about half a meter high, and the inside was already filled with sand. When he pulled out the sand with his hands, he saw that the vicious dog inside was hard.

"This ......," Wu Enqi stared blankly at the yellow sand.

The atmosphere of terror spread rapidly among the herdsmen, and everyone looked at each other and muttered quietly.

Wu Enqi asked everyone to disperse first, and the old lady's funeral would have to be dealt with for the time being. Then a few of the older clansmen walked into the yurt and consulted with Wushuang.

"Guest, my aunt is a devout believer, why did she end up like this?"

"You ask me, not good people in this world must be rewarded, natural and man-made disasters are indispensable, and unclean things in lonely places are also infested from time to time. Those things are aimed at the weak, and your aunt is old, and her yang energy is already weak, so she will be the first to suffer. ”

"You're saying there's a chance that someone else will die on the ranch?"

"I can't guarantee this, I don't know about your local situation, now I only see the old lady's body, I can only guess that this is not a normal death, put what the old lady saw last night frightened, none of us can guess. ”

Wu Enqi said: "Thank you for the reminder, you are not too tired if you have an injury, go back and rest for the time being, and we will deal with the rest." ”

After Wushuang and Ma Ya left, Wu Enqi never left the yurt where his aunt lived, and he whispered to several elders of the clan about something.

"Brother, what the hell is going on?" Ma Ya is young and doesn't understand what to say here.

"What's going on, this ranch is not clean, and it has caused something that shouldn't be messed with. That's someone else's family matter, you see, they know that they are not discussing, let's not follow the blind mixing, go back and continue to sleep. "He's got a lot of business to do with himself.