82_82884The "he" behind him wrapped around Lan Caidie's slender waist and forced back, she couldn't see anything, and moved forward step by step obediently, and I don't know what happened to hit her waist in front of her to stop. Is it a bed?

She said no, no, but the restless little rabbit in her heart had already begun to plop and jump, and her face was hot, expecting him to rudely pick herself up and throw herself heavily on the bed.

"Caidie, can you please help me open it?" he asked warmly.

"Open what, sir, are you going to give something to someone?" Lan Caidie bit her lower lip shyly. When a man says this, he must be giving himself a ring.

The "he" took her hand and groped around the table in front of her, and finally found a large square box, the wooden box was very high, half a meter, and occupied most of the wooden table. That faint fragrance wafted out of this box.

Lan Caidie said in her heart: When did the master be so interesting? He also carefully selected a gift for himself? According to his aesthetics, he would never give me ordinary gold and silver fingers, this big box may contain a piece of jade Ruyi, maybe a whole piece of red flame coral ornaments, maybe it has been carefully carved into the shape of a heart.

Biting her lower lip, she happily stretched out her little hand and groped for the wooden box, looking for the switch, and in a short time she found a buttonhole in which was a thicker metal pin, which was already rusty.

"Open it?" Butterfly asked again.

"Well, quick, quick, open it!" he was excited.

Although this metal thimble is very exquisitely made, it can be regarded as an anti-theft measure in ancient times, and it is difficult to pull it out crookedly pinned into the buttonhole, but the blue butterfly has a pair of skillful hands, and it is effortless to open it, its fingertips continue to fluctuate, and its heart has roughly figured out the shape and tricks of the thimble, and then uses the little fingernail to reach into the buttonhole to the left, up, and then to the left to pluck hard.

Click...... With a crisp echo, the thimble in her mouth was pulled out by her, and suddenly the faint fragrance became stronger, wafting out along the gap in the box, filling the whole room, the fragrance is now a little exaggerated, and even a little pungent, Lan Caidie felt groggy in her head, and the whole person was a little shaky, and there were gold stars in her eyes. This is...... Incense?

"Honey, open it! open it! Please! open it!" he begged in Rainbow's ear, teasing her in every possible way, a wet tongue already licking into her sensitive earlobe. Lan Caidie was completely drunk, her body was no longer dominated by her brain, and she subconsciously told herself that what he wanted, he must give it to him, and he was all he had.

She had no strength at all, as if the blood in her body had been drained, and she put her hand on the edge of the wooden box and gently pushed it upward......

Suddenly, a dazzling golden light shot out and illuminated the whole room, and when Caidie turned her head and used this golden light to look at the tender "him" behind her.

"Ah......????" Her body froze directly as if it had received a high-voltage current of 100,000 volts, and then the charming apricot eyes slowly closed, and her body lost its center of gravity and fell......

The funeral customs of the Hezhe people are very cumbersome, very different from the Central Plains people, at six o'clock in the morning, before dawn, Professor Bayala took Wushuang to the door of the two deceased people last night. The other Hezhe men at the door stood on the left and right with torches, and none of them dared to speak, and Professor Bayara had a very important role to play today.

He took out a very strange mask from his back, and the blue-faced fangs painted on the mask were hideous and terrifying. The role he wants to play is another god of the Hezhe people, "Buchu", and the god of Buchu is the god of soul-drawing, just like the black and white impermanence in our Han people's funeral concept.

"Let's get started!" he said.

Wushuang saw that there were eight people in the funeral procession of dozens of people who were very special, and these eight young and strong young men were all shirtless and did not wear a single piece of clothing on their upper bodies. Although spring has begun now, the temperature can still reach zero degrees in the morning, and the cold wind is blowing, aren't they afraid of the cold?

In fact, this is a special tradition of the Hezhe people, generally the deceased must be carried out of the room where he used to live by four immediate family members, these four people must be young men, and must go into battle shirtless, because there is a saying that if you wear clothes, it means that your body is not clean and you have done bad things, such a person cannot contaminate the body, it will make the soul of the deceased also dirty, and his soul will be difficult to reincarnate.

The deceased lies on the bed or kang where he slept before his death, still covered with a quilt and will not be put into the coffin, because it is believed that his reincarnated soul has not left the body and that he is not completely dead. But there is a difference between life and death, after all, he is just a cold corpse now, and the living people go in and out of the door, so the souls of the dead can only go through the window, which is similar to the concept of our Han people.

Eight shirtless young men walked into the old house, each in groups of four, two dragging the corpse out of the window behind them, and two stretched out their hands in front of the window. After more than 20 minutes of busy work, he finally lifted the two corpses out of the window.

This is not yet on the road, and then it is up to Bush to stand in front of their faces and stare at them for a while, and then blow deeply. It is said that only when they see the hideous and terrifying face of the bush will they know that they are dead, and the frightened soul floats out of the seven orifices. If there is no such procedure, then after the burial, the soul will be bound to the body forever, and over time it will become a sperm, becoming a corpse demon and harming the villagers and people, especially its own immediate family.

Professor Bayara knew the traditions of the Hezhe people very well, and he lowered his head to look at the faces of the two corpses, how miserable these two corpses were, he didn't dare to look at them squarely, and they just went through the motions. Then he pursed his lips and was about to blow on the air, but at this time he was dragged by Wushuang behind him.

"Professor, what are you going to do? Blowing in their faces? Are you crazy?"

"Twins, you don't understand, this is the custom of the Hezhe people, let's follow the customs, we can't let the two kings die without turning a blind eye and can't be buried. "The old professor is very kind, in fact, no one is happy to do this work, but as a descendant of Bayara, how can he refuse the request of the Hezhe people? A few years ago, every time an old man in the tribe left, it was the people of Wara who sent their souls to them. The Bayara are the rulers of the region and the guardians of the Hezhes