I didn't ask much, just sighed, "You can't just lie here naked, can you?"

"Why don't you go to my brother's room?"

"You don't think there's enough?" I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, "Or are you not going to let him on his way?"

People who have just died, who are already nostalgic for the world, and then put the mourning hall in their former rooms, then tonight will be too lively.

Zhang Ben lowered his head and clenched his fists, squeezing out a sentence: "Then, go to my room."

"Are you sure?"

Zhang Ben lowered his head and hummed, "You can help me."

Ay.

When the funeral is over, the house can also be thrown away.

As I entered the door, I once again looked at the tiled house behind me.

But any normal person knows what is the difference between yin and yang, how can he use his room as a mourning hall?

It's very doubtful here!

Chen Jiayan and I are both from funeral backgrounds, and with the two of us here, it is not difficult to set up a mourning hall.

Zhang Ben hung his hands and didn't say a word until the shed was set up, and he slowly spoke.

"I'm going to buy some burnt paper."

I glanced back at him, only to feel that the green energy between his eyebrows was a little heavier.

In the afternoon, there was no such change.

If you can't keep it, something will happen tonight!

"Don't go anywhere, just stay in the house."

As I spoke, I took out the yellow sheet paper I had brought with me from my bag: "It's not much, I'll buy it at dawn."

Chen Jiayan looked at the deceased, then turned to look at me, "I'll put makeup on him."

"Don't worry, put on makeup, someone should get lost."

I walked to the door, stretched out my hand and pulled it open, and a cold wind rushed in, blowing the ashes all over the sky.

The incident happened suddenly, and there was only one inch photo of the deceased on the mourning hall.

Two half-cut candles, pulsing lifelessly, opened my mouth and called out when the last piece of burning paper burned out.

"Zhang Ben."

"Ahh

He raised his bloodshot eyes and replied slightly.

I cleared my throat and pulled my back away from my chair, "I know you don't want to talk, but I have to say something."

"Let me ask you, how many of your brothers have you ever bullied anyone?"

"Hmm......" I hesitated, and added, "A disfigured woman."

"Nope!"

Zhang Ben almost didn't hesitate, and immediately shook his head in denial.

"Don't worry, you can think again."

Everything in this world cannot escape the word cause and effect.

It is impossible for a fierce thing like a saltless woman to entangle a person for no reason, let alone hurt someone's life.

If she harms someone, she will have to survive the fire dog hell for a hundred years, which is too expensive!

Zhang Ben thought for a long time, and then shook his head: "We are also our own people, and we don't do this kind of bullying."

I just nodded, and didn't argue with him on the tongue.

"Go and prepare a bucket of coarse salt."

Zhang Ben was stunned for a moment: "Is it the kind of pickles?"

"Yes."

In the autumn and winter in the north, there is a habit of storing pickles, and it is natural to prepare some large bags of salty salt at home.

Ten minutes later, Zhang Ben brought a red washbasin, full of coarse salt in front of me.

"Is it enough?"

I picked up a handful and nodded, "That's enough."

"And then, *** what?"

I looked at the time and pouted behind me, "You can rest for a while."

"Also, if you see something for a while, you can shout and scold, but you can't coax it."

Zhang Ben raised his head suddenly: "Yes, what do you see?"

I laughed, "I knew in advance, it's not good for you."

I've been leaning against the wall and playing with my phone, occasionally looking up at the door.

It was only when the hand pointed to 11 o'clock that I put my phone away.

From now until dawn, I can't be distracted in the slightest.

"Dadada......"

Soon, there was a sound of footsteps in the courtyard, and I immediately cheered up, and my hand was already holding the coarse salt.

"Here we are."

I just whispered, and Zhang Ben immediately jumped up, and the whole person shrank in the corner, looking out of the window.

At this moment, a tall figure was moving from far to near.

Zhang Ben hid half of his body behind me and stared at it for a long time: "It seems that it is my second brother."

"Are you sure?"

Zhang Ben rubbed his eyes, and his tone suddenly relaxed: "Our brothers, they are both big and tall."

"Don't worry, you won't be mistaken."

As he spoke, the man had already walked to the door.

"Squeak."

My gaze changed as he moved, and the door opened a crack, and Zhang Ben's second brother squeezed in through the door.

"Second brother!"

Zhang Ben shouted, and his second brother just nodded slightly, and then stood in front of the spiritual bed, without saying a word.

The second brother half-bowed his head and straightened his cap: "There are guests at home?"