"Filial son carries the coffin!"

With the shout of the old village chief, he put the rope on the coffin around his hand twice, and then pulled the rope forward hard, and the huge coffin stopped firmly on his shoulder.

As soon as the coffin was put on the body, the suona craftsman standing at the front of the funeral procession seemed to have received some order, reached out and stroked the white beard that covered his lips, took a hard breath, his eyes were round, his thin neck was raised to the sky, and the loud suona sound resounded in the sky in an instant.

Behind the suona craftsman followed a few people scattered, each holding a red jar full of paper money in their hands, and raising their hands to scatter the paper money on the road as they walked.

The trunks, blades of grass and shrubs on both sides of the road were covered with paper money, old and new, and it was evident that such funerals had been held several times in this small village, and the interval was not very long.

The village chief, who had shouted at the beginning, followed the center of the procession, carrying a spirit banner more than one person tall in his hand. This spirit banner was too heavy for an old man who was already in his prime, but he still refused the help of others, and stubbornly insisted on carrying it himself.

Putting on his back hung at the end of the line with a coffin, which was more than three times taller than him, but was easily carried by the young man, and he even had the leisure to pay attention to the bees in the grass that were busy collecting honey.

The bee sucked enough nectar from the flowers, wagged its tail and spread its wings, but before it could be proud, it crashed headlong into a spider's web.

The bee struggled frantically, but instead of freeing it from its restraints, it became more and more entangled in the cobwebs, sinking deeper and deeper.

Feeling the violent vibration from the spider web, the spider that had been waiting in the dark for a long time slowly crawled out.

Looking at the bee that slowly fell into death, the heart of the end suddenly hurt for no reason.

He was going to help the bees, but before he could do anything, he was interrupted by the impatient voice of the village chief.

"Stop! What are you doing again, bastard? Hurry up and keep up with me! If you miss the time to send your third uncle to the ground, see how I clean you up! ”

Hearing the words of the old village chief, he shuddered, and hurriedly ran a few steps to catch up with the large army, you must know that the old village chief's crutches are not so easy to withstand.

"Stinky boy!"

Seeing that he had caught up, the old village chief didn't say anything more, glared at him and turned around.

The ancestral tomb is in the ancestral hall in the north of the village, which is not far away, and it didn't take long to see the iconic archway of the ancestral hall.

The suona craftsman who walked in the forefront stopped at this time, and the original suona sound that rushed into the sky was now full of desolation and sadness, and the mournful music seemed to sound from people's hearts.

The sound of suona occupied the heart of the end little by little, and pictures appeared from his mind.

Having lost his parents at a young age, he grew up eating a hundred family meals, and spent every night under the bridge that crossed the river at the entrance of the village.

In winter, even if you wrap the cotton clothes given by your aunt, it will have no effect, and the cold wind will penetrate into your body little by little from every inch of your skin.

This cotton coat is already all the help that the aunt can provide him, in the year of the catastrophe, the people in the village themselves can't eat enough, and it is already very good to be able to reward himself with a mouthful of food.

finally survived until they grew up and married a wife, but the wife died due to dystocia, leaving only their father and daughter.

Now that he is about to abandon his daughter, the last picture in his mind stays on his daughter's face, whose face is full of black and gray, and she is calling her name hoarsely.

I want to spend more time with her.

Without my care, what will she do in the future, can she take care of herself?

I didn't have parents when I was a child, and now my daughter has to taste this pain again.

I hate it!

The blood gradually blurred his vision, his mind became more and more dizzy, and the world in front of him slowly fell into darkness.

Don't wake up from the memory, feel the wet face, reach out and touch it, the tears have long since flowed down my face.

Was that the memory of the third uncle just now? But he clearly remembered that the third uncle didn't have a daughter, not to mention that the third uncle was obviously happy and mourning, how could he shed so much blood before he died?

He raised his head blankly, the suona didn't know when it stopped, and the suona craftsman was standing there quietly at this time, staring at him with an extremely strange look.

This look was unfamiliar, as if he was examining an inanimate thing, staring at it without being hairy.

Not only the suona craftsman, but the entire funeral procession, including the old village chief, everyone stared at him expressionlessly.

Their eyes reminded him of the spider, and he was like a bee bound in a spider's web, waiting in vain for death.

His legs were weak, cold sweat flowed, and as soon as his hands were loosened, the coffin on his body fell heavily to the ground.

The coffin slammed on the ground, but instead of making a dull sound of wood hitting the ground as imagined, it fell to the ground silently, soft, giving people the feeling that it was not a coffin that fell to the ground, but a papier-mâché ornament.

"Be careful! Why is your kid always frizzy? ”

The familiar reprimand came, and he didn't raise his head, the people in front of him had already returned to normal, and everything he had just experienced seemed to be just his own hallucination.

"I told you to plug your ears, don't listen to your fourth grandfather's suona, you don't listen! It's okay this time, the coffins are all on the ground! The village chief walked to Stop's side as he spoke, raised his right hand, and slapped Fail's head: "What are you doing there in a daze, why don't you carry the coffin again!" ”

"Yes!" was completely awakened by this slap, and hurriedly pulled the rope and put the coffin on his back again.

Seeing that the coffin had been re-loaded, the suona craftsman pulled out a white lantern from the package hanging from his waist, and pulled out a piece of rune paper with yellow characters on a red background.

I don't know what he did, but he squeezed the rune paper in his hand hard, and a blue flame lit up in his hand.

With the help of the blue fire in his hand to light the lantern, the suona craftsman dropped a sentence: "Follow up, if you go distracted, it will be easy to die in the big tomb" and walked into the ancestral hall of the black hole.

The ancestral hall of Chengguang Village is called the Great Tomb by the villagers, and it is built underground, and can only be accessed through the hole in front of you.

Behind him, the funeral procession slowly followed, and he also picked up the coffin and followed the village chief.

Even in the middle of the day, it was still dark in the cave, and nothing could be seen, only a faint blue light flickering in the foreground.

It's not the first time he's come to the tomb, but this kind of darkness still makes him feel scared, not to mention that he experienced such a hallucination just now, which makes him even more scared.

"Grandpa the village chief, I seem to have seen a lot of strange things just now, I seem to have seen the third uncle and his ......"

Don't think about talking more can always get rid of your fear, plus Fang Cai's hallucinations are really real and suspicious, so he still opened his mouth to ask the village chief about his doubts.

"Why, did you see that your third uncle did not die of illness, but was killed? I guess, do you still see that your third uncle has any relatives that he can't let go? ”

The village chief's old voice sounded from the side, and when he heard the village chief's reassuring voice, the whole person relaxed, and even the darkness around him seemed to be dispelled.

Surprisingly, the village chief seemed to know what he wanted to ask, and directly said what appeared in his hallucination.

Putting on the jaw that almost dropped in shock, he stumbled and asked, "Just... What I just saw is true? ”

"What a fart!" The old village chief smiled and scolded angrily: "Your fourth grandfather has been learning suona since he was a child, and when he was young, he learned the ability to present the past experiences of dead people in other people's minds through the sound of suona.

However, if the deceased's experience before his death is too plain, he will not be able to move the guests, and the guests who will be gifted will not take too much money except for the particularly good relationship, so this bad kind will think of a bad trick.

When replaying the experience of the deceased, he sometimes added some of his own adaptations, and made up stories that moved the guests to tears, and he would give a lot of money, and the host would also give a lot of money when he gave a reward. After coming and going, this kid is addicted, and now no matter who he blows suona, he has to bring his own adaptation, not to mention how angry it is. ”

"That's right." After listening to the village chief's explanation, it suddenly dawned on me that everything I saw just now was made up by the fourth grandfather.

Putting an end to breathe a sigh of relief, feeling that he was trembling with fear was really a little ridiculous.

The strange eyes I saw just now were probably hallucinated because my body was too weak to withstand the power of suona.

I'm scared, and sure enough, I've heard too many ghost stories.

But what he didn't know was that in the darkness, the old village chief was still looking at him with that strange look.

As if the darkness couldn't stop him from looking, the corners of his mouth pulled mechanically and stiffly to the sides of his cheeks, revealing a horrible smile.