In the early morning, the sky was slightly bright, and the Zhao Mansion had been busy for a while. According to the customary burial rules and etiquette, the servants were too busy to keep their feet on the ground.

Their breakfast was set up in the flower hall, and Su Luo came early in the morning, watched Sang Ling arrive, and handed over the almost cold white porridge.

"How did you sleep last night?"

"Was it haunted again last night?"

The questions of the two collided, Su Luo raised his eyebrows, and answered Sang Ling first.

"No, nothing happened. Later, Zhao Qingdu fell asleep lying on the edge of the coffin, and the old man did not appear. ”

The coffin didn't see any ghosts, either there were no ghosts, or it was weird on the other end.

In front of him is a variety of breakfasts, cakes, fritters, and side dishes, and the taste of mortals here is fresh and salty, even the prepared breakfast. Today, however, it is different, with a small pile of spiky white sugar in the shape of a delicate lotus leaf-shaped porcelain plate.

The spoon in her hand was the first to run to the porcelain plate, the sugar was submerged in porridge and rice, and she stirred it with a spoon a few times, and when the rustling feeling at the bottom of the bowl was gone, she took a bite directly. In an instant, the sweet taste exploded in the mouth, warming from the tip of the tongue to the stomach, washing away a lot of fatigue.

"It's so sweet."

Su Luo looked at her unconsciously narrowed eyes, and also smiled.

"I know you like sweetness, I bought this sugar in the shop yesterday. If you think it's delicious, we'll buy some later. ”

They have been together yesterday, when did Su Luo buy it? Could it be after he left the inn last night?

The corners of Sang Ling's eyes suddenly opened quickly in surprise, driving some of the afterglow of her eyes, like a fluttering butterfly wing.

In the morning light that gradually brightened, Su Luo's gaze gently fell on the butterfly's tail and stroked it, with a delicate gentleness that he couldn't even perceive.

"This is the first furnace to come out, guaranteed sweet."

……

After the two had breakfast, they also came to the mourning hall. As guests, they will have to send the funeral with the Zhao Mansion. Moreover, about whether there are ghosts or not, Sang Ling also wants to find out.

She thought that Su Luo had not rested all night, and urged him to go to sleep, but she insisted on following him when she didn't want him.

"It's weird here, how can I leave you alone."

After urging a few times, Su Luo simply stood behind, closed his ears, and pretended not to hear.

Sang Ling was really helpless by his childish approach, so he could only let him go.

After a while, it was time to go.

The mist gradually dissipated, and countless paper people, paper horses, wreaths, spirit flags, and gold and silver ingots were put on the car, waiting for the coffin to go out and go to the grave for burial together.

Zhao Qing was in better spirits because he had slept for a while at night, and his body was much more stable when he looked at it. Zhao Bai didn't appear, and the servants went back and forth several times, but they didn't call anyone.

Zhao Qing was really angry, so he directly raised his hand and ordered:

"Let's go to the funeral directly, this unfilial son won't wait for him."

"Yes."

In response, six strong servants came out, and several of them tied a few fingers of thick hemp rope around the coffin and tied it, and the bamboo pole passed through the hemp rope and carried it on their shoulders, and they were about to lift the coffin. Zhao Qing, who was dressed in numb filial piety, held the spiritual seat, stood in front of the coffin, and cried loudly, and the servants around him had already been told, and immediately howled and cried together.

At this moment, when everyone was waiting for the coffin to go out, they suddenly heard a "click" from nowhere, and the bamboo pole was all folded and completely broken.

The room was silent, and everyone looked over.

Sang Ling couldn't help frowning, the weight of this coffin plus people will never exceed three hundred catties, even if everyone is not strong enough to lift it, but this hemp rope as a stress point does not break first, what is the matter with breaking the bamboo pole first?

The servants carrying the coffin looked at each other in shock.

"We didn't make much effort."

Zhao Qing frowned and looked at the bamboo pole that was broken by the roots, and for some reason suddenly remembered what happened last night, when Zhao Bai said that his father's dead soul appeared.

The servants next to him also began to talk a lot, and their faces became frightened.

The news in the house spread quickly, and the coffin bearer actually knew about the haunting last night, and Master Zhao had died suddenly, but now that this happened again, they were a little weak when they thought about it.

One of the leaders asked Zhao Qing in a low voice.

"Young Master, do we still want to carry it?"

"Lift!"

Zhao Qing squeezed the spirit card in his hand tightly, and thought of his younger brother who was not angry. "Go and call the second young master, it must be my father who is waiting for him to come!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. It's not that Master Zhao is too angry, so he doesn't want to go out.

Soon, a servant called Zhao Bai, and the coffin bearer also selected four people from the surrounding servants, a total of ten people, and supported thicker and more solid wooden poles on the left and right.

Zhao Bai was quickly brought in, he was still wearing last night's clothes, and the dust and mud were crumpled into a pile because they were half-dried and stuck to his clothes after a while, which was worse than old sauerkraut. But he didn't care about the disgusted eyes of others, and seemed to be a little scared because of last night's events. Cowering as far as he could go, he poked his head out to look this way.

Sang Ling glanced at his seemingly fearful ghost, but thought that this guy was cowardly, and didn't pay much attention.

Su Luo has been standing in the shade with his arms folded leisurely, guarding Sang Ling from afar. For these, it's just a formality and watching the Zhao family lively.

When the person arrived, he could lift the coffin, and someone shouted: "Get up——! ”

Ten strong men violently, I don't want this time, strange things happened again, the coffin didn't move at all, everyone made enough strength to lift it back and forth a few times, the coffin just didn't move, the six big men have been doing hard work for many years, but I didn't expect that this time I couldn't lift a coffin.

For a moment, everyone panicked. I stared blankly at the dark and strong necks and arms of the ten coffin bearers, the green tendons that were congested and burst out of the arms due to excessive force, the beads of sweat the size of beans were hot from the hairline, and there was a coffin that could not be lifted.

At the end, I suddenly saw that the coffin had been raised by three fingers, and before everyone could breathe a sigh of relief, they heard a clatter, and the rope broke!

Moment!

The whole coffin slid out of the bench in an instant because of the huge inertia, and the coffin slammed to the ground with a bang, and the huge impact force hit a thunderous sound, and the entire coffin board was overturned and fell more than ten meters away.

Zhao Bai looked at the coffin board that was almost smashed on the ground against the tip of his nose, his eyes were wide open, his eyeballs almost came out of his sockets, and he stared straight at the coffin board on the ground, so frightened that he couldn't say a complete word.

"I ...... Me, me. ”

At this time, the entire mourning hall, together with the front yard, was almost audible of pins dropping. Everyone's eyes converged on Zhao Bai's face, looking at him with blue lips and white face, with a hellish expression.

Everyone was thinking that even if they were really afraid of the soul of their father who had just died, they shouldn't be so afraid.

"Poof."

Someone laughed out of place, it turned out to be the good-looking young man, Su Luo.

He walked out of the shade in a few steps, slowly paced in front of Zhao Bai, looked at him with a smile and said:

"Did you do something bad last night? Why are you so scared? ”

The fluttering tone, like a slap in the face, suddenly woke up Zhao Bai, he was startled at first, and then when he reacted, he shook his head desperately, shaking his head violently.

"I didn't, I didn't do anything, you nonsense! Absolutely nothing! No! ”

"Are you going to keep lying?"

Sang Ling interrupted him, she stood in front of the coffin without the lid, stretched out her finger and pointed to the coffin and continued: "Zhao Qing, I think you can come over and take a look, the truth about last night's haunting can be revealed." ”

"What?"

Zhao Qing, who came back to his senses, took a few steps closer and tiptoed to look into the coffin. In the next second, his eyes were cracked, his finger pointed at Zhao Bai fiercely, and he said angrily:

"You actually stole your father's funeral goods!"

"That's mine too! I have half of my father's money, what is stealing? That's what I deserve, I deserve! ”

Zhao Bai shouted louder.

Zhao Qing couldn't believe his ears, and said hatefully:

"You took the funeral goods of your deceased father, what reason do you dare to have. Go out and ask and see who thinks you have a point! You are innocent! I don't have you as a brother, you are disloyal, unfilial, shameless, you are a bed bug on the ground, a fly, disgusting, disgusting! ”

Zhao Qing is a scholar and has never scolded anyone, but now he has said a few disgusting words in a row, which shows that he is really angry.

Sang Ling took a few steps back and continued to look at the coffin, but this time she was looking at Master Zhao's body. Because of his burial, his clothes were extremely neat and rich, and his hands were folded on his abdomen, and he looked peaceful, as if he had fallen asleep. I can't even smell or see the corpse spots, and after Sang Ling walked around, he set his eyes on his face, but now his face was covered with yellow paper, and he couldn't see his facial features.

On the other hand, the quarrel between Zhao Qing and Zhao Bai has further escalated.

Zhao Qing poured out all the things that Zhao Bai had been angry with his father countless times since he was a child, gambling and drinking. In front of all the servants in the mansion and the two guests, he almost ripped off Zhao Bai's face and put it on the ground to step on.

Zhao Bai was so angry that he yelled:

"Why are you telling all these things, Zhao Qing! Are you still my brother! ”

Zhao Qing replied to him coldly:

"Now my father is so angry with you that he doesn't want to go out, and I'd rather not have your younger brother."

Zhao Bai looked at his brother's condescending eyes, his heart was cold and disappointed, where was there family affection in his eyes, and some only gave up.

Childhood memories kept flooding back, Zhao Bai gritted his teeth with hatred, and he was about to pounce all of a sudden. He has completely lost his mind now, he doesn't care about anything at all, and he is about to crash into Zhao Qing.

"I'm like this because of you, because of you! Zhao Qing, I hate you, I hate you all my life! ”

But before he could get closer, a cold wind suddenly blew, he was caught off guard, and was kicked out at once, and before he could react, he felt that his body sank, and the whole person was tightly arrested, and then he was pressed to the ground straight up.

Su Luo retracted his feet and commanded the servant who was pressing Zhao Bai:

"Tie people up, save them from hurting people again."

The servants looked at the man under their men with contempt, and quickly took hemp rope and tied him fiercely.

Zhao Bai was like a beast trapped in a cage, struggling desperately, staring at his brother with red eyes like a cannibal.

"Zhao Qing, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!"

Zhao Qing looked at his younger brother in front of him, his body shook uncontrollably, and after barely standing still, he was tired and weak all over his body.

He didn't look at Zhao Bai again, and ordered someone to pick up the coffin board and cover it back on the coffin.

At this time, Sang Ling had quietly stood beside Su Luo again, with a flick of her sleeve, her fingers inadvertently covered a little yellow paper in her sleeve, and watched the coffin board not far away being lifted, and then fell down and buckled the coffin.

Zhao Qing personally carried a hammer to nail the coffin with the thickness of his thumb, he was a scholar who had no power to tie the chicken, these were not easy for him, and it took half an hour to complete it.

After everyone shouted this time, the coffin was easily lifted up and walked towards the outside of the house. The coffin fell on the prepared carriage, and the carriage with the wreath paper man followed half the street behind it.

At this time, Zhao Bai had no strength and was lying on the ground in despair. When Zhao Qing passed by him, he lightly instructed the servant:

"Take him with him to send the spirit, and the hemp rope doesn't have to be loosened."

Zhao Qing was forced to be led to follow the funeral procession, and everyone slowly walked out of the city gate and towards the outside of the city.

It is surrounded by mountains on three sides, and only the south of the city is flat. As soon as Sang Ling and the others entered the city, they also walked through the farmland in the south of the city before entering the city. Now the funeral procession does not go to the south of the city, but goes straight to the mountains north of the city, apparently to bury people in the mountains to the north.