I put the bone back in its original position, and finally, it came to the surface.

As soon as I looked in, I met Song Zhen on the shore.

She said she was going to sleep, but instead of going, she stood on the shore and stared at me with a gloomy expression.

I was the first to show a ruffian smile: "Song Zhen, why haven't you slept yet?" ”

Song Zhen pursed her lips, looked at me inquiringly, and said, "Zhao Tianshi is, in the middle of the night, not looking at Zhang Geng in the courtyard, what are you doing here?" ”

I jumped ashore and shook the water: "It's not that I was covered in blood just now, it smells weird, and I went into the water to wash it." ”

"Did Zhao Tianshi see anything at the bottom of the river?"

I shook my hair, and the water droplets on my hair spilled everywhere, and some of them spilled on Song Zhen's body, Song Zhen didn't care, and still looked gentle.

I said casually: "Really, what are some black jars used for?" ”

Song Zhen lowered her eyes, and her slightly trembling hands revealed her nervousness.

"It's some pickles, the secret pickles of the people in the village, which makes Zhao Tianshi smile."

I waved my hand and made an interested look: "Pickles? I love pickles, do you still have them at home? ”

Song Zhen's hands clenched suddenly, but her face was still calm: "I'm sorry, I just finished eating." ”

"Oh, then I'll go down and get a jar to eat, I always feel tasteless when I eat these days......"

"No way!" Song Zhen reacted violently, with a little hideousness on her face.

I looked up at her steadily.

Song Zhen said with a smile: "I mean, the pickles are not good enough to taste now, and they are not delicious when taken out." If Zhao Tianshi likes to eat it, after the pickles are successful, I will mail you a few jars. It's going to be buried tomorrow, why don't you take a break for a while......"

The corners of my mouth were grinning, but I was not obsessed, and walked to the yard by myself.

Song Zhen breathed a sigh of relief, she turned her head to look at the gray-white stone bridge, her expression was gloomy.

I took advantage of her inattention and reached out and patted her on the shoulder.

She subconsciously grabbed my wrist, and her speed was extremely fast, faster than the Dream Eater Tapir, faster than Wang Liqing, and even comparable to me.

There was a slight amount of surprise in my eyes: "Song Zhen, do you know kung fu?" ”

Song Zhen waved her hand and said, "No, I just learned two tricks of self-defense from my grandmother, both of which are simple and used to prevent perverts." My grandmother said that I was a little girl, and it was very dangerous to go out, and there were always some men who were not kind to me. ”

Song Zhen was referring to Sang scolding Huai, so he almost pointed at my nose and said that I was a pervert.

I didn't feel embarrassed, but said lightly, "Yes, your grandmother is right." ”

I let go of Song Zhen's shoulder, and Song Zhen seemed to finally realize that her own words were wrong, and quickly explained: "Zhao Tianshi, I didn't mean that, I ......"

But my face changed, and I said with a serious face: "What else? ”

"What?"

"Did your grandmother say anything else?"

"Zhao Tianshi, what do you mean?" Song Zhen regained her cautious and pitiful appearance, looking at me with slightly red eyes.

I lowered my head slightly, leaned close to her cheek, and stared straight into her eyes: "I mean, did your grandmother tell you what it meant to cross the bridge?" ”

Song Zhen's body trembled violently, but she was quickly stabilized by herself, and her eyes were stained with a hint of coldness, gloomy and gloomy, and she couldn't see the bottom.

But soon, this chill was covered by herself, and her eyes were so pure and innocent.

She waved her hands again and again, tears rolling down her eyes, like a frightened rabbit: "I—I really don't know ......"

I straightened up and looked at her with a smile: "I don't know, forget it, what are you crying about, it looks like I'm bullying you." Go find me clean clothes and pants. ”

Song Zhen nodded and walked towards the house as if she had fled.

I looked at her back fixedly and whispered, "I gave you a chance." ”

She didn't stop, I don't know if I heard or not.

The second day, the day of the funeral.

The clouds were overhead, the sun was gone, and the sky was dark and gloomy.

The gloomy wind was blowing, and there were many people who came to the funeral, holding couplets and wreaths, paper villas and sports cars, and some people brought a few paper figures, saying that they were going to burn them for Wang Lan as servants.

Before the funeral officially began, these people stood at the door, the anxiety in their eyebrows and eyes was greater than sadness, and fear was greater than sadness.

They held the white paper in their hands, stared at Wang Minghao with straight eyes, and thanked him warmly, saying that he was a good person.

Wang Minghao frowned, he obviously didn't like this kind of enthusiasm, because these people didn't show much enthusiasm for treating him as a savior, but more like treating him as the last straw that a desperate robber could grasp.

I looked at these people nonchalantly, and they all had black gas on their heads.

Did Wang Lan really only give the stolen Yangshou to Song Zhen alone?

Zhang Geng didn't realize it, when these people stepped forward to express their gratitude to him, he also deliberately tightened his face and maintained a high-level appearance, only the excitement in a pair of peach blossom eyes revealed his true thoughts.

This guy didn't realize the seriousness of the matter at all, and he was still secretly happy in his heart.

After being touted for two sentences, he forgot about last night's strange bird and became triumphant.

I don't know whether to say that he is optimistic or heartless.

At this moment, sixteen young and strong young men walked in from outside the courtyard, their upper bodies bare, showing their knotted muscles and strong bodies.

Their skin was dark, their eyes were shining, and when they saw the coffin, they swallowed as if they were a little afraid.

They were silent like parrots with their tongues cut and gourds with sawed beaks.

They held paper cows and paper men in their hands, and they placed these paper products on the ground in a regular manner.

Two paper cows, four boys and girls, and a paper car.

It seems that the current funeral industry is also keeping up with the trend, just using oxen to pull cars, which is somewhat nondescript.

The eyes of the paper cow and the paper man are empty, and the nose and mouth are vivid.

These young and strong lads walked up to the black coffin and lined up in two lines, neat and serious.

Song Zhen explained: "This is the coffin bearer I invited, their eight-character yang qi is very heavy, although it is not as good as Zhang Geng, but it is also good." Wang Tianshi, can you look at these paper products? ”

Wang Minghao nodded with satisfaction, and the old god touched his mustache twice, looking like a master with a winning ticket.

I noticed that Song Zhen had gauze tied to both of her wrists, and she should have finished taking blood.