It was only after the great bird had called that I found that the long, short, and short, donkey call had stopped. I looked down at the sweet potato cellar, and found that the fog below turned into black smoke at some point, and kept rising up.

I was startled and quickly dodged back. I saw that the black smoke was rising upwards, and suddenly there was a muffled sound, and scarlet flames actually burst out of the sweet potato cellar. This was something I didn't expect, and I quickly jumped back and hid under the gantry.

The fire burned straight upwards violently, and I saw that the sweet potato seedlings that stretched out were also quickly scorched and turned into black charcoal, and the wild hemp leaves that were close to the side were burned and rolled up directly, and some even peeled off and lit.

I was about to rush out to carry a bucket to extinguish the fire, but I found that the mouth of the sweet potato cellar was burning brightly, and suddenly something rose from the fire from below, and it was black and not slippery, and it was a donkey with its head up and tail down and going up!

Just when the donkey rose to the mouth of the sweet potato cellar, its donkey head tilted to the place where I was standing, and I could see it clearly, and when it was about to open its big mouth and call, I saw a snap, and the donkey's body exploded all over the ground, and the black powder instantly splashed the whole yard......

I was startled, and hurriedly lowered my head to the side to avoid the black powder. When I looked up, the fire had been extinguished, and the leaves of the large wild hemp trees in the yard were full of black powder......

I stood under the gantry for a long time, not daring to go any further. Thinking that since the donkey's bark was gone, I should also go out, so I patted the black ash on my body and wanted to lift my legs and go outside.

But as soon as I turned around, I heard a faint burst of suppressed cries from the bungalow on the west side, and the cries were clearly the cries of a woman, and the cries seemed quite sad and sad.

I thought it was Aunt Nine coming back from the south, but when I took a closer look, the voice was very unfamiliar, and it wasn't Aunt Nine's voice at all. Could it be that someone took advantage of their family's absence to sneak in?

However, this is impossible, not to mention a big living person, even if it is a thin-footed and clever cat, it is impossible to get in through the crack in the door of the dragon gate of Uncle Jiu's house, but what is the cry of this woman?

I had the experience of this donkey calling, and I suddenly felt that this woman's cry must be something that was doing something, so I didn't care, so I wanted to leave. However, the cry was like a cry, and it was not for me to go, nor was it for me not to go.

Well, I'd better go check it out. So, I picked up a rotten branch from the side of the gable, and as I walked in, I used the branch to beat the black ash on the wild hemp tree, until I reached the edge of the boundary wall in the middle of the courtyard.

I hurried to look in the middle of the boundary wall, wondering if the big bird that had just fallen from the wall had died here. But I looked and looked, and there was only one pure long hair, and the great black bird was gone!

I thought the big bird was simply sick, and ran away from the ground without dying. I didn't care, so I took the branch in my hand and cautiously walked to the edge of the hall to the west, for the woman's cry was still faintly heard.

There are no trees planted in this courtyard in the west, but why is there no grass growing at all? However, when I went to the side of the house, I found that the large iron lock that was tightly locked on the door was exactly the same as that on the gate of the courtyard outside, and it was rusted and stained.

And when I looked into this courtyard, there were no footprints in the courtyard, and even the pressure well had been broken for I don't know how many years. It stands to reason that people who live here must have water, and this pressure well has been broken for so long, so isn't this person thirsty?

At this moment, I heard the sound of something suddenly falling and hitting the ground in this hall, and the sound was very heavy, and it was so loud that my scalp went numb with fright, and I almost sat on the ground.

I quickly turned my head to look into the hall, and through the thick wooden door, I saw the big square table in the room, and I didn't know what was going on, and it toppled over on all fours. I looked on both sides, and there was nothing in the room, except for a few small chairs, and the altar was also bare.

These two bungalows are made up of three houses, the hall house plus the east and west side houses. I looked at the east room, and there were some old purlins and pillars piled up in a mess, and there was nothing serious outside.

When I set my eyes on Nishima, I froze. I never imagined that this western room turned out to be a mourning hall!

In the middle of the west room was a door panel, on which lay a man dressed in new clothes, with a yellow sheet of paper covering his face. And on the small table in front of the man's head, two large blood-red wax sticks were burning, and the clay basin below was burning with fire paper.

And kneeling in front of him was a man covered in a white cloth, who was throwing fire paper into the clay pot one by one, and the cry came from the man's mouth. I was terrified, I thought it was incredible.

Our custom here is that the old people in the family make a mourning hall in the middle of the hall, and the deceased is placed in the middle of the hall with their heads outward and their feet facing inward. But I don't know which rule it is, so I actually set up a mourning hall in the west.

Just when I was frightened, I didn't know what was on my instep and smashed it all at once, I hurriedly looked down, obediently, the big black bird, dragging its long tail, ran to my feet at some point, stretched out its sharp beak, and pecked me one by one. I was amazed, if I did it a few more times, I would have been bitten by it.

So, I unconsciously raised my foot and kicked it out, but I didn't think about it, this black thing didn't know how to hide, and I kicked it straight out.

I really didn't expect that this big black bird was kicked away by me, and flew straight into the open west window, without any skew, and the big bird fell into the pot where the fire paper was burning brightly.

The cry stopped abruptly, and the great bird fell into it, spilling the fire around. Unexpectedly, this time it was not tight, and the corpse covered with fire paper on the door panel actually burst into flames.