Time: noon: 11.21

Location: Tsukishita Village Ancestral Hall, Itsukushima City, R Province, Island Country.

Jiang Xiaobai sat on the threshold, pulling his hair, a little dazed.

"This ...... Do you want to hold a white affair? ”

He asked himself.

A pair of gray cloth shoes walked up the stairs step by step, and Jiang Xiaobai immediately got up and made way for this pair of cloth shoes.

"Huh." The ghost baby on the side held a black pen, drew a pair of shoes on page 27, roared, opened page 28, looked at the staircase, and a gray dress slowly floated in.

Below, there's something coming!

Belly Chengzhong sat next to him, like a robot, stiffly lit a penny of yellow paper, and didn't dare to move.

After the ghost baby finished painting, the pair of gray cloth shoes took the yellow paper in the paper ash, and then walked into the ancestral hall.

The courtyard of the ancestral hall is not large, there are nine round tables, and on the stools, there are all kinds of corpses, severed hands, burial goods, shadows, heads, hair, etc......

"These guests ......."

Jiang Xiaobai turned around and glanced at the inside of the ancestral hall, panicking in his heart.

It's time for dinner soon, and he prepares food for these guests, no, for these things, and I don't know if he will eat them!

In general, some people are responsible for cooking and cooking, some people are responsible for welcoming guests, some people are responsible for crying and mourning, some people are responsible for keeping spirits, and so on......

Jiang Xiaobai also did all of them.

It's just the effect......

At the top of the staircase, four white skeletons held white paper umbrellas, wore white cloths, and were dressed in white clothes, standing there motionless, their mouths open and closed, not knowing what they were talking about.

When they saw something coming, they immediately walked over, walked to the door of the ancestral hall, stayed for a while, and then turned around and left.

It's a welcome.

In front of the right side of the ancestral hall, there are seven stoves that look like stoves, purple fire is burning inside, and seven cauldrons are covered with things, and things are boiling inside, but there is no heat coming out.

The seven white skeletons were illuminated by purple light, and their bodies were purple.

It's cooking.

Several white skeletons holding white paper umbrellas, holding a plate with yellow paper ash in it, walked around the ancestral hall compound, stopped in front of something, and waited for this thing to reach out and grab it towards the plate.

Grab a few transparent ingots, paper money, apples, etc., and withdraw your hand.

It's hospitality.

In the corpse room in the backyard of the ancestral hall, four white skeletons knelt on the futon, holding a white paper umbrella, staring directly at an old man's corpse with empty eyes, and their chins were wide open, as if they were crying.

There was also a white skeleton standing next to the old man's corpse, holding a white paper umbrella with one hand, and the other hand on the forehead, chest, and thighs of the old man's corpse, gesturing a few times, opening his mouth, and continuing to repeat the action just now.

It's mourning.

"It's only the first day...... On the second day, the main seat, and on the third day, the evening table ....... ”

Jiang Xiaobai smoked a cigarette, gave a broken leg to make way of it, looked at the things below, and didn't say a word.

According to the rules in the white matter, funeral, arrangement, arrangement, preparation, notify relatives and friends in advance, etc......

These things came over without notice, and they didn't fight back, Jiang Xiaobai smoked a cigarette and opened the old, yellowed, and pitch-black notebook.

On the second page, there is a simple description that ghosts cannot be killed, followed by a series of names, a total of thirty-six!

"These things, all friends of the deceased?"

Jiang Xiaobai read the names of the thirty-six people one by one, except for the first one who had no name, the names and codes of the rest of the people were all written.

"Those gray cloth shoes just now, gray cloth shoes...... Is it a Yin walker, Luo Jiang? ”

Jiang Xiaobai groaned, all kinds of things on the chair could barely be √ with the names, code names, and names of the group of people on this notebook.

Smoking a cigarette, pulling over a stool, and sitting next to the ghost baby, Jiang Xiaobai began to fold the paper ingots.

It didn't take long to fold it, and there were fewer things that came up, but there were still them.

The time is almost 11.45.

"Whew!" As soon as the ghost baby pen was lost, he left the chair, walked into the ancestral hall with his short legs, found a chair with nothing to sit on, and sat down.

The white bone corpse holding a white paper umbrella walked over, stiff and numbly handed out the plate he was holding, and there were more than a dozen transparent apples in the yellow paper ash inside.

The ghost baby went to eat, and the work of registering the name naturally fell on the head of the belly into the middle one.

With a bitter face, he picked up the pen, turned the sixty-seventh page, and without looking at the opposite thing, he stood up, and looked down to see that two blackened, rotten fingers were crawling up towards the corner of the wooden table.

Two fingers were drawn, and the registration was completed.

Two blackened, rotten fingers also climbed onto the table, pulled out a transparent penny yellow paper from the plate, climbed off the table, and crawled towards the ancestral hall.

"Master......." The abdomen is in the middle of the mouth, and he wants to speak and stops.

Jiang Xiaobai didn't say a word, folded the paper ingots, threw away a cigarette, raised his eyes to look at the black coffins on the two benches, and the four coffin bearers not far away, and retracted his gaze.

"I'm not unlucky, master, you speak." Cheng Zhong smoked a cigarette, took out his supernatural mobile phone and glanced at it, the screen flickered, this is unimaginably dangerous, and he is useless.

"What are you talking about, tomorrow the main banquet starts, the ghost who came here...... Stuff, will there be more, do you have a way? Jiang Xiaobai said.

"So what do we do?" He asked, holding a black pen, looking at the squirming pool of black water, he turned a page and drew a river on it.

~~~~~~ (Blackwater)

"What should I do, after the white event is held, look at the mood of that thing." Jiang Xiaobai smoked a cigarette, looked at the black water on the table, squirmed into the plate, took away a piece of transparent yellow paper, and squirmed towards the ancestral hall.

"Master, that's a ghost! Do you really believe in a ghost? He turned the next page again, took the black pen, waited for a while, there was nothing in front of him, he got up and looked down.

Or nothing.

But a piece of transparent yellow paper on the plate, a few pieces of paper are missing.

It was as if something out of sight, standing across the table, reaching for money.

"Hell, isn't this everywhere?" Jiang Xiaobai complained, took out a pile of yellow paper, lit it and put it on a plate.

"Master, just in case, I said in case, if the white things here are finished, we will die...... Is it necessary to continue this white event? "Belly Cheng Zhongyi took a black pen, drew a small figure on the paper, marked it, couldn't see it, turned the next page, and asked questions.

At this time, the two people are completely like white things, the person who is responsible for registering the name, the person who is responsible for counting the gifts, and the person who has a reputation.

It's just the name of the registration, which is drawn.

And these things didn't give gifts, just raised their shoulders and mouths, and came over on an empty stomach.

Some don't even have shoulders, mouths, etc......

Time: noon: 12.00

In the courtyard of the ancestral hall, there are nine round tables and ninety seats, which are full of all kinds of things, and ghost babies are also among them.

The corridors and aisles of the ancestral hall are also stained with all kinds of things, they are late, the seats are full, and they can only wait for the first round to eat.

Fortunately, the white bone corpses holding white paper umbrellas, holding plates, walked around in this group of things, so they didn't let them wander around.