Who's knocking on the door?

Tonight's dirty stuff is a bit fierce, and the knocking on the door is so urgent, I clenched the hosta in my hand and looked at the cat's eye by the door.

A big eyeball, also staring at me at the same time, turned around.

"On the seventh day of the first month, open the door! You're ...... Vomiting, full of yard ....... ”

I have always told the people in the village not to come to me after seven o'clock in the evening, and to talk about anything until dawn.

But outside the door, I can't tell if it's a person or a ghost, his voice is like the village party secretary Mao Fu, but it's not quite like it.

I changed to a stronger fingerprint lock, using peach wood, peach wood can ward off evil spirits, any ghost as long as I still have a hosta, there is no way to break in, I saw Mao Fu lying on the ground through the cat's eye, a group of ghosts around him, sucking and sucking.

The lamp at my door illuminated clearly, and his body and soul were dragged by several ghosts, and he seemed to struggle and refused to come out.

At the moment when my life hung in the balance, I suddenly opened the door, clenched the hosta in my hand, and pierced it.

At this time, the hosta emitted a really green light, and a cloud of ghost fire surrounded me outside the gate of my house.

I dragged Mao Fu's wrist, entered the house and closed the door, the wicker splashed on his body with water, and then pressed his heart cavity, back and forth thirty times.

Ahem, ahem

Seeing that Mao Fu woke up, I hit him in one ear, he shook his head, pressed his temples, and suddenly remembered something, sat up and grabbed my wrist, "The seventh day of the first month, your family...... Your home! ”

"What's in my house?"

Seeing Mao Fu's panicked expression, I found that something was wrong, how could this person's body be cold and cold, without a trace of temperature, his eyes were hollow, Yin Tang was black, and his lips were purple.

"Your ancestral grave has been thrown away! Your father, your grandfather ....... ”

Mao Fu's voice became smaller and smaller, and then he kicked his legs, twitched twice, foamed at the mouth, and lay on the ground.

Frightened, I sat down on the ground and reached out to test the tip of my nose.

He's dead?

How can someone who was alive just now die?

So, I got up and looked at the cat's eye again, there was nothing, and I turned to look at Mao Fu's body again, but I didn't expect anything.

I...... I, what did I just pull back!

I was nervous, and I soaked my hands all night, because these hands had grabbed Mao Fu, so I couldn't calm my nerves, and I always felt that I had caught dirty things and couldn't wash them off.

One night, just like that, I was in a trance, took a leave of absence, and shut myself out of the tree cave house.

In the afternoon, when the sun refracted into the house, there was another knock on my door.

Knock knock

14 o'clock

So, I unscrewed the doorknob, and it was the village cadres, who were dressed in white with black sleeves, and then they also gave me a black sleeve.

Tell me an unfortunate news, that is, when the city wall was renovated yesterday, a person was crushed to death, and that person was Mao Fu, the village party secretary.

When Mao Fu left, he was still holding an orange trumpet flower in his hand.

Orange trumpet flower .......

The day before yesterday, when I went to the grave, there was an orange trumpet flower growing in front of my grandfather's grave, and I couldn't bear to pick it at that time, but I promised to pick it when I left.

I remembered that last night, Mao Fu came to knock on my door, and at that time, he was really like a dead man.

"Let the other big brothers, don't renovate for the time being, deal with Mao Fu's aftermath before starting construction, and then wait for you to call a group of people, follow me, and I will personally take people to the burial."

I changed into white clothes, then put on black sleeves, stood my hair up, beat it with a wooden fish, and recited the sutra that my grandfather loved to recite when he was alive.

There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south.

I found Mao Fu's files, selected the best coffin, and then moved out the banknotes and wreaths that had been stored for a long time.

I haven't done anything in vain for too long, and dust has fallen on it, so clean it up with a feather duster.

I can't give up my whole body, Mao Fu died last night, and his ghost came to me in the middle of the night to tell me something.

Soon, they arrived, and hurriedly carried these things down the mountain.

At the foot of the grave, I saw the Mao family crying uncomfortably, some fainted on the spot, and some grabbed Mao Fu's hand angrily and refused to let go.

I stepped forward, and when I lifted the white cloth, I took a few steps back, not standing firm.

Just like last night, his eyes were open, his eyes were hollow, Yin Tang was black, his lips were purple, his mouth was foaming at the mouth, his legs were straight, and his hands were clutching orange trumpet flowers.

The heavy feeling makes me speechless, our village has not died for a long time.

All along, after returning from my underworld, most of the people who died were from the next village.

At this time, I remembered the letter that the little black snake had sent me, and I had something to say, but I interrupted it.

Damn it!

A few people supported me, and when I went up the mountain, the graves of the other houses were covered with grass.

There is no grass on the grave, and the lord's house is poor.

Feng Shui is said to be fertile and strong.

The cemetery that does not grow grass is not good in terms of mountains or soil quality, and the ashes of the ancestors buried in it are also black and moldy in texture, which is extremely unfavorable.

However, when I came to my father's grave, I saw that the grave was covered with orange trumpet flowers, the same color and size as in Mao Fu's hand.

"On the seventh day of the first month, if the flowers grow on the grave and are not artificially planted, it is not a bad thing for future generations to commit peach blossoms, don't think about it."

The others looked at me coldly, staring at my father's grave and comforting me.

Well, let's hope nothing is a coincidence.

But when I went up, my grandparents' graves were together, and their graves were covered with trumpet flowers, covering the words on the tombstones.

I don't think it's that simple, it's not good to grow any flowers, but it's still orange.

When people die, they will put on chrysanthemums, chrysanthemums are dedicated to the dead, and chrysanthemums are orange.

"The seventh day of the first month, ah, this, this ......."

"Don't worry about it for now, bury Mao Fu's coffin, do me a favor, and leave my grandparents' ancestral graves."

Everyone was amazed!

Generally, there is no big deal, and they will not throw the grave, and the others dare not and shake their heads one after another.

Carrying Mao Fu's coffin up the mountain, he began to dig the soil, and then buried it, burned paper money, erected tombstones, and offered sacrifices.

Everyone, one person with one incense, after finishing it, made excuses that there was still something to do, and they were unwilling to help me throw the grave.

"On the seventh day of the first month, everyone else is gone, we also have something, to be honest, it's a good thing to grow flowers on the grave, this kind of good thing, anyone who goes to throw the grave and leak it is not good for anyone."

"It's okay, then I'll do it myself!"

Everyone thought I was crazy and didn't stop it, leaving a hoe.

I rolled up my sleeves, picked up my hoe, and knocked down the tombstones, the first one to throw my grandfather's.

I was sweating profusely, but the more I threw it, the more I found that the soil was getting looser and looser, and I felt like I had been thrown by someone before, so my heart became more anxious.

I think Mao Fu must have seen something unclean before he died, and the accident happened when he was distracted by the construction, so I wanted to see it for myself.