At this moment, everyone's heart suddenly stopped beating.

It is truly terrifying for a person who has been holding his breath for many days to suddenly wake up.

Even Widow Chen couldn't help but take a half step back.

"He Yiliu, how did you wake him up?" Widow Chen was puzzled.

"You hit his sleeping hole with a heavy hand, but it didn't go deep enough when you solved it, and I was a little bolder. River Yiliu explained.

He Yiliu was afraid that Zhao Gongzi would not be able to wake up completely and have an accident, so he took out a heart-protecting pill from his arms and gave it to him.

Zhao Gongzi's eyes rolled twice sluggishly, and he suddenly screamed.

The cry is indescribably terrible, and even if there are ghosts in this mass grave, they will want to run away.

But Heyiliu, Qiu Yefei, and Widow Chen are not ghosts.

Hearing Zhao Gongzi's voice gradually hoarse, Widow Chen suddenly called out inexplicably: "Dead ghost, Zhu Yu, look, it's me!"

Zhao Gongzi gasped and said in a dumb voice: "What kind of place is this, am I a ghost now?" he could only say that he couldn't move.

Widow Chen squatted down and shook him: "Dead ghost, you are Zhu Yu! I call you, you have to respond." Zhu Yu, Zhu Yu!"

Zhao Gongzi snorted: "I'm Zhu-Yu? No, no, no. ”

"You are, you are Zhu Yu. Don't you recognize me? If you are resurrected, you will be resurrected. Widow Chen was still shaking him, and gradually became a little crazy.

Widow Chen's behavior made He Yiliu and Qiu Yefei stunned for a while, but soon, He Yiliu calmed down, pulled away Widow Chen's hand and shook Zhao Gongzi vigorously, and said indifferently: "He is not Zhu Yu, his is indeed Zhao Gongzi." ”

Akiba Fei wondered, "What's going on?"

"That's what I'm going to tell you about the resurrection of the dead. After He Yiliu finished speaking, he helped Widow Chen up and stood up together.

"Widow Chen, can you tell me the story of your resurrection of the corpse?"

At this time, Widow Chen was already sad, in pain, trembling all over, her hands were spasming, and she stretched out her claws tremblingly, as if she wanted to grab something on Zhao Gongzi's body, if it wasn't for He Yiliu to pull her, her claws might be able to tear off a piece of Zhao Gongzi's flesh.

Ahh

Widow Chen suddenly wailed and cried, and the cry reverberated in the mass grave, and then slammed and swirled in all directions.

I really haven't seen Widow Chen crying, no one in the rivers and lakes has ever seen it, I only know that Widow Chen screamed like a ghost crying, like a wolf howling, but I didn't know that her cry sounded more poignant and terrifying than the scream.

Widow Chen is really crying. Tears welled up, and a handful of snot was stained with cherry faces.

According to legend, one of the Eight Immortals, Tie Guan Li, formerly known as Li Xuan, once met Taishang Laojun and attained Taoism.

Once, its soul left its body and wandered among the three mountains and five mountains. Before leaving, he instructed his apprentice to take care of the body, but Li Xuan's soul wandered around and lingered.

The apprentices waited for a long time, and when they saw that the master's body was always frozen there, and could not survive, they mistakenly thought that he was dead, so they cremated him. When Li Xuan returned, his body was gone, and his soul had no place to return.

It happened that there was a starving beggar on the side of the road nearby, and the corpse was still fresh, so Li Xuan attached his soul to the beggar corpse in a hurry. After borrowing the corpse to return to the soul, Li Xuan was unrecognizable from the original Li Xuan, unkempt, with an open belly and exposed chest, and a limp. In order to support his body and walk, Li Xuan sprayed a mouthful of fairy water on a bamboo pole used by the original beggar, and the bamboo pole immediately turned into an iron rod.

This is the legend of resurrection from the dead.

Qiu Yefei listened, shook his head and said, "You mean, Widow Chen is playing the trick of borrowing corpses to return souls? But one is an immortal and the other is a mortal, which is a bit unreasonable." ”

He Yiliu still supported the sobbing Widow Chen, smiled and said, "As you and I are all mortals, Brother Qiu should know that there is a term in the Chinese funeral customs, called Touqi." ”

"First seven, does this have anything to do with the present?" Akiba Fei was puzzled.

The first seven are Chinese funeral customs. It refers to the seventh day after the death of a person.

It is generally believed that the soul of the deceased will return home on the "first seven", and the family should prepare a meal for the soul of the deceased before the soul returns, and then must avoid it, the best way is to sleep, and if you can't sleep, you should hide under the covers; if the soul of the deceased sees the family, it will make him remember, and it will affect his reincarnation as a human being.

It is also said that when the family returns home on the seventh day of the first day, the family should burn a ladder-shaped object at home, so that the soul can follow the "ladder" to the sky.

"If I'm not mistaken, it's the hour of time. He Yiliu looked up at the night and said:

"In China's funeral, counting from the day of the deceased's death, the mourning family will hold a paper-burning memorial service every seven days, a total of seven times, commonly known as burning seven. That is, from the day of the death of the deceased, every seven days is a sacrifice day, which is called the first seventh, the second seventh, the third seventh, the fourth seventh, the fifth seventh, the sixth seventh, and the last seventh, a total of 49 days. The old custom believed that the soul of a person lives after death, and before 7749 days, the ghost of the deceased will return home once. If I'm not mistaken, Zhao Gongzi slept here on the seventh day. ”

He Yiliu looked at Widow Chen and asked, "Widow Chen, did I say that?"

"Yes, yes. Widow Chen was still sobbing.

"Alright, it's up to you to make a name for the rest. "River Yiliu said with a tooth.

Widow Chen wiped away her tears, trembled her lips, and trembled: "Yes, your He Yiliu guess is right. I don't have anyone close to me in this world anymore, and the love of my life has come to an end!"

"That dark and windy night, I took Zhao Gongzi hostage here, the idea was very simple, I just didn't want the tea gang's kidnapping plan to succeed, but as soon as I arrived here, as soon as I saw Zhu Yu's grave, all my thoughts suddenly changed. ”

Widow Chen wiped away her tears again: "I suddenly remembered the allusion of borrowing a corpse to return the soul, and also remembered the custom of the Chinese funeral - the first seven. So, I piled another grave next to Zhu Yu's grave, which is this grave with a hole, of course it is not a grave, but a snail dwelling where I guarded for Zhu Yu. I ordered Zhao Gongzi's sleeping hole at that time, and then placed him in the snail house, every day, I had to burn paper and prepare food for him in front of Zhu Yu's grave, and then receive his soul qi, and then use the true qi to instill it into Zhao Gongzi's seven orifices. ”

"Do you think that after death, the soul of a person can be resurrected by attaching to someone else's corpse?"

"I always believe that Zhu Yu will reappear in another form. If you want to resurrect your soul, you must use a seemingly useless corpse, and Zhao Gongzi, who is asleep, is such a useless corpse. ”

"Alas, it seems that you are really a superstitious person, you almost killed Zhao Gongzi. ”

"He Yiliu, you know that my life experience is very bleak, and you also know that Zhu Yu has given me countless warmth, I don't want to let myself be helpless, no warmth, no happiness in the second half of my life, therefore, I want to do my best to redeem Zhu Yu, no matter what method I take. ”

Widow Chen was sad and excited for a while.

"But now that you want to resurrect Zhao Gongzi, can you understand that you are trying to resurrect Zhu Yu?" asked He Yiliu.

"Yes. ”

"However, it is still only Zhao Gongzi who has been resurrected, and Zhu Yu's ghost has not appeared, this is reality, not an illusion that you can achieve if you are superstitious to the extreme. He Yiliu said indifferently.

Widow Chen sighed deeply, "How much I want to make the illusion a reality instantly, even if it only flashes in front of me for a minute or a second......"

Qiu Yefei also sighed at this time: "After listening to your narration, I feel that in this world, some ridiculous things that sound ridiculous are simply inconceivable and unreasonable, but there seems to be an invisible silk thread connected, is this silk thread - love?"

Zhao Gongzi was gradually recovering on the ground, his eyes were turning flexibly, but his body still couldn't move, he slept for seven days and seven nights, the time was too long, and he had to wait for time if he wanted to move.

He Yiliu suddenly interrupted the silence for a while, and said to Widow Chen: "Zhao Gongzi is awake, I think, there should be another person in the cave, but, I guess, that person must have been killed by you, I'm afraid that there is no way to return to the sky." Isn't it?!"

"Who else is there in the cave?" asked Akibafei in surprise.

"Who else will it be, the leader of the Qingyang Gang of Thieves - Lu Guang!"

He Yiliu said disapprerovingly.

For this river and lake, He Yiliu is too familiar.