There must be a coffin bearer at the funeral.

But my grandfather didn't let anyone else appear except me and the person who was pure yin, which really puzzled me.

When Grandpa heard my inquiry, he smiled mysteriously: "When did I say that I need to carry the coffin?" ”

"The capital of the Stygian Spring, the gods and ghosts also go!"

"Eight Spirits Support the Coffin, Soul Town Nine Directions!"

"I, Wu Sanke, have been buried countless times in my life, and my coffin does not need to be carried by a living person! All you have to do is go all the way, and when what you have in your hands falls, there is my tomb! ”

In the end, Grandpa's voice was loud, not like a dying old man, but revealing a domineering spirit that looked down on the world.

My heart was shocked, especially when I heard those two mysterious sentences, I had already guessed what my grandfather was going to do.

Seeing my sluggish appearance, my grandfather's expression suddenly became serious, "Have you remembered everything I explained just now?" ”

I suddenly came to my senses and nodded, "Remember!" ”

Grandpa was satisfied, his expression softened, and he said: "After doing these things, you will leave Wujia Town and go to Jinling, where there is a shop I left behind, you will inherit it and wait for a person surnamed Lin to come to the door." ”

"Remember, the first person you do must be this person surnamed Lin, no matter what others promise you, you must never agree, understand?"

"Understood." I nodded, taking in my grandfather's every word.

Although I don't know what Grandpa's purpose is, he must have a reason for doing it.

Seeing that I was silent, Grandpa's expression softened and he touched it again. My head said with a smile: "Xiaofan, grandpa knows that you have a lot of doubts, but one day, you will understand everything." ”

Feeling my grandfather's withered but warm hands, I couldn't stop my tears.

I looked up to say something to my grandfather, but he had closed his eyes and his body was stiffening.

"Grandpa!"

I shouted.

When I looked closer, my heart suddenly cooled.

Grandpa's body was stiff, and some vague corpse spots had even appeared on his body, and he had been dead for a long time!

My heart trembled violently, and my grandfather was still telling me a moment ago, how could it be that he had passed away a long time ago?

At this moment, something even stranger appeared in front of my eyes.

The nine shrouds in front of the grandfather's bed burned by themselves.

At the same time, there was a whining sound outside the window, a dark wind hovering around, and the closed door also snapped and suddenly opened.

For a moment, it was as if something was pouring in.

The cold wind blew in my ears, and I couldn't help but shiver, and then looked at my grandfather, and a sadness took over my chest.

My grandfather is gone, and I have no relatives again.

Thinking of what my grandfather had told me before, I silently sorted out his clothes for him and lit firecrackers three times at the door.

The first sound, the conjuring.

The second ring, calming the nerves.

The third ring, please be filial.

Just after the three rings, the people in the town had not yet come to mourn, but a man in his thirties appeared outside the courtyard.

He was dressed in a shabby cotton coat and a large black umbrella, and his whole face was shrouded in shadows.

I was a little surprised to look at this strangely dressed man.

As for the appearance of the hexagram, my grandfather had long said that I was blue, so when I found out at a glance, I found that there was a bad aura gathered on the other party's body, faintly full of blood.

In ancient times, this was a typical murderous aura, and if the person who possessed this aura was either a king or a general, he was reckless in the green forest.

And this person's evil aura is exposed, but he does not have any princely and noble breath, which can only show that he is the latter, and he has at least three lives on his back.

As I looked at the strange man, he came up to me.

I saw him put away the big black umbrella, revealing an angular face, bowing to me, and saying, "Little young master, mourning." ”

"Little master?"

Puzzled, I looked at the man again and again, making sure I didn't know him.

"Can I go and worship the third master?" The man said.

Grandpa said that after the funeral, there will be people I don't know to mourn, thinking that this strange man is what grandpa said, so I didn't stop him and let him into the house.

To my surprise, the strange man came to the front and back of Grandpa's Spirit, and suddenly knelt down and kowtowed three times in a row.

I was really surprised.

Generally, there are funerals and condolences, and only the closest family members will bow to the family, and it can be seen that the relationship between this strange man and his grandfather is not ordinary.

"Third master, I have already done everything you want me to do, whether to leave or stay in the future is up to the third master!" The strange man lowered his head and said in a hoarse voice.

Before the words fell, only a soft creak was heard, and a piece of rune paper floated out from under Grandpa's coffin.

Like the nine shrouds, the paper spontaneously ignited before it hit the ground, and the flames slowly rose and then turned into smoke and swirled around me.

When the strange man saw it, a sharp edge flashed in his eyes, and then he laughed.

"Got it! Da Niu must obey the last wish of the third master, swear to follow the little young master to the death, and protect him thoroughly! ”

The strange man was very excited, and kowtowed three more times to his grandfather's mourning hall.

Immediately after, he turned around and knelt down towards me, "Little master, the third master has the grace of reinvention for me before his death, and from now on, my big cow's life will be yours!" ”

His behavior really surprised me, and I couldn't stand such a big gift from him, so I hurriedly asked him to get up.

But now my eyes lit up.

Before his death, my grandfather instructed me to find a person with a pure yin personality.

The so-called pure yin personality refers to the birth of the lunar year when the moon is cloudy and the sun is cloudy.

Finding such a person is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Not to mention that in this short day, it is almost impossible.

This strange man named Da Niu respects his grandfather so much, is he the person who is pure yin and life as grandpa said?

I immediately asked with hope about Da Niu's birthday.

But my hopes were soon dashed.

Da Niu's birthday is not only not pure yin, but the yang to the evil, such a person has nothing to do with the pure yin at all, and even the lonely star of the sky.

I sat down in disappointment.

Thinking back to my grandfather's deathbed instructions, those few things seemed to me to be difficult tasks.

Da Niu didn't know what I was thinking, and after bowing before my grandfather's spirit, he left in a hurry, as if he had something important to do.

I didn't stop either, thinking about how to find someone with a pure yin personality.

Grandpa said that his coffin must be funeral before dawn tomorrow, and I don't have much time left.

I thought about it, took out my phone and edited a message, and then forwarded it to various groups.

At the moment, only a dead horse can be used as a live horse doctor.

Just after I finished sending a group message, someone came outside again.

In front of him was a young man in his twenties, wearing a plaid shirt and various tattoos on his arms, and he was not a good person at first glance.

When I saw this young man, my face was a little unpleasant.

This person's name is Chen Guangfa, and he is a well-known ruffian in the town, who often bullies men and women, but he has to intervene in anything that is a little advantageous, and because his father is the majority shareholder of the town's cooperative, basically no one dares to go against him.

His arrival made me wonder.

Because of my grandfather's prestige during his lifetime, although Chen Guangfa was domineering, he never dared to come to my house to spread wildness, so I didn't have any dealings with him, and I don't understand why he took the initiative to come to mourn.

However, out of politeness, I took the initiative to say hello and welcomed him in.

Chen Guangfa responded lightly, and after entering the mourning hall, he did not worship, but pulled a chair and sat down.

Behind him was a group of people, who also sat down to smoke and sip melon seeds, looking arrogant.

I frowned, trying to say something, but eventually endured it.

Chen Guangfa was even more proud because of this, and his next words immediately made me angry.