Coming with the wind is a small piece of paper money.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of heart-tearing mourning, accompanied by the chanting of the Dharma Sutra of the deceased, intermingled and entangled throughout the entire Jiangcheng.

"Dust to dust, dust to dust...... The living are in the world, and the dead are in the underworld......"

Some people hold the coffin to mourn the elderly, some cry bitterly for their young son, some hold the spiritual seat of their wife, and some hold the tablet of their husband......

Wails filled his ears, and tears wet the stone bricks of the entire street.

"What's going on......"

Xia Zhicicada swallowed a mouthful of saliva hard, let it moisten his already dry throat a little, and then walked two quick steps to the front of the crowd, grabbed a person's sleeve casually, and asked.

"Woo woo woo...... Father...... Father...... Obviously, the doctor said that there was no big problem, but this person was suddenly gone......"

The young man in plain clothes burst into tears, and he choked up for a long time before he said a few words intermittently.

He forcefully pulled out the corner of the sleeve that was grabbed by Xia Zhicicada, holding the coffin and crying silently, but he still commanded his subordinates to continue to walk forward.

Xia Zhician walked through this funeral procession, followed by another team that was also dressed in white and white.

"Son...... My son...... Thief God! Why don't you take my old man's life...... I don't want to live anymore. ”

The man who came was a rickety old man with a white beard, his wrinkled old cheeks were also full of tears, and he was holding a crane-headed cane in his hand, trembling with every step.

The old man was half crying and half scolding as he walked.

I was old, and I finally got old and had a son, but I didn't expect my son to grow up healthy and healthy to the age of the crown, and he was preparing to go to Beijing to get famous, and he also made a marriage with the youngest daughter of an old friend, and said that he would get married when he came back from the capital.

Can...... But I didn't expect this man to die suddenly.

Xia Zhician didn't step forward, he watched the old man walk by, and the son of the white-haired old man lying quietly in the black lacquer coffin behind him.

There are three major misfortunes: the loss of a father at a young age, the loss of a wife in middle age, and the loss of a son in old age.

The loss of a father at a young age represents the loss of a family's support and support. The loss of his wife in middle age means that a man has lost his companionship and tolerance. The loss of a child in old age represents the loss of a family's bloodline inheritance and all hope.

Alas.

encountered this, only a helpless sigh.

White paper money kept flying out of people's fingertips, scattered in mid-air, and then some fell on the shoulders of others, and then were blown off by the wind; Some of them slid directly to the ground, and then were wet with the falling tears and stuck to the stone bricks.

For a time, the clouds were white, and the people who came were white......

Even the ground under his feet was white.

In a scene as white as snow, only the red silk lanterns hanging high on the eaves of the street are still fluttering in the wind, where there is still half a sense of festivity, only the color of blood remains.

Oh, and if there's anything else that can show itself in the snow of white paper, it's the square coffin covered in black paint.

It's pitch black, and it's particularly conspicuous in the white paper in the sky.

Every place where white paper money is not filled with black is the missing place in the hearts of every mourner, and it cannot replace the important person.

"Woo woo woo woo ......"

"Ahh

"I'm not alive anymore......"

The dead were silent, and the living wept and wailed.

Xia Zhician stood on the side of the street, like an isolated passerby, inadvertently breaking into this painful world.

"My wife, ......"

Those who can afford to send a funeral procession are rich people, but those who don't have money also have to bid farewell to the dead, they can't afford to hire monks who chant sutras, they can't afford to hire mourning musicians who play and sing, and they don't even have a car to pull the coffin.

The man was dressed in coarse cloth clothes with patches of various sizes, and a pair of thin cloth shoes under his feet, which were also cracked.

He is a merchant who pulls things for people and sells coolies, and the money he earns is barely enough for himself and his wife.

But today, his wife, who was in love with him, died suddenly, and he didn't even have money for the funeral, so he could only borrow money to buy the cheapest thin-skinned coffin from the coffin shop, and pull it with the board car that he hauled all year round.

A thick rope was wrapped around his shoulders to his chest, and he dragged the wheels with both hands, step by step.

The fallen foot stepped the paper money on the ground into the crevices of the stone bricks, mixed with the dirt, and never separated from each other again.

"You dead ghost...... Why did you leave us so ruthlessly......"

A woman in a rag suit, holding a baby crying in her swaddling clothes, wiped her tears while following behind a donkey cart.

The man on the donkey cart who was swept by a piece of grass was her husband, the breadwinner of the family. Now he suddenly left her, leaving behind the child who was still in swaddling clothes.

"Whoa, whoa—"

The child cried loudly, not knowing if it was because he was saddened by the sudden death of his father, or simply because he had been hungry for days......

"What the hell is going on......"

No one could answer Xia Zhiciao's question, because no one could understand his question.

People are born with a number of gases, but their fate is determined, but they also leave a line to fight with others.

But the number of Heavenly Destiny Qi is such a thing, ordinary people can't snoop at all, most of the so-called warlocks on the rivers and lakes Mr. Yin Yang are deceptive, and some people who really have the ability can only spy on one-twelve, and only the true and true people who cultivate the main door can understand the real method of Wangqi.

This is also the origin of Xia Zhicicada's strangeness.

Looking at the man whose elders died, his anger did not show that his father died. Looking at the white-haired old man who lost his son, he should be the life of a house full of children and grandchildren. Look at the man who has lost his wife, he should be white-headed with his wife until he is old. Looking at the orphans and widows of their deceased husbands, they should also have a life of peace and joy.

What is the reason for all this?

Xia Zhician didn't know, but an inexplicable sense of panic rose in his heart. The entire Jiangcheng is now a funeral for every family, and every household is dead, and it is impossible for such a terrible handicraft of ordinary demons and monsters to do it.

Walking through the long funeral procession, he even saw countless people carrying coffins in other streets.

Xia Zhicicada walked all the way and watched all the way.

White flags hung high on both sides of the street, and the sound of mourning and mourning could be heard everywhere.

All the way to the post station in Jiangcheng.

"Woo woo, how can this person say that he is dead when he dies, oops, it's really ......"

As soon as I entered the door, I saw several postmen wearing white cloths on their heads and wiping their tears there, and they were still talking such and such things in their mouths.

"Okay, I've arranged for the funeral musician, let's put the coffin on and prepare to send the Yicheng for the last ride."

There is the oldest in the post guard, and he doesn't have a serious name, but he is just four at home, so everyone calls him Li Laosi, and the younger post man calls him the fourth uncle and the fourth uncle or something.

He was still heard in the crowd.

"What are you doing?"

Xia Zhicicada interrupted everyone's crying with a loud voice, and many people looked over while wiping their tears.

"Oops, it turns out that Lord Lingguan is back, I'm rude......"

There was a post guard who received Xia Zhician at that time, he naturally knew the other party, and because of Xia Zhicicada's special identity, the post guard strictly ordered him to entertain him well, and this post guard also told others in private.

"Lord Lingguan."

The crowd bowed their heads and saluted.

"What's wrong, you ......"

Xia Zhician took two steps forward, and before he finished speaking, he saw a black lacquer coffin that was covered by the post guards.

The coffin was the same as the black-lacquered coffins that were being mourned on the street.

"It's ...... here"

Xia Zhician motioned to everyone, those post guards bowed their heads and were silent, and some of them were soft-hearted and even shed tears, and then they heard Li Laosi say in an old and hoarse voice:

"Lord Yicheng Zhang."

Zhang Yueban, the post of Jiangcheng Station. Xia Zhician had just met someone last night, an official who was a little obese but still cute.

The most important thing is that when we met yesterday, Zhang Yueban's life character did not show the appearance of death, and he would definitely not die so soon.

"Let's not delay time, Xiao Wu, you stay, there can't be no one in the post station, the rest of the brothers, let's send Lord Yicheng on the last ...... together"

Xiao Wu, who was named by Li Laosi, was the post man who was familiar with Xia Zhiciao, Li Laosi deliberately left him down, saying that staying at the post station was fake, and it was true that he wanted to stay and take care of Xia Zhiciao.

"No, Fourth Uncle, I ......"

Xiao Wuyi didn't know what to say for a while, he wrinkled his brows, his face was entangled.

The rest of the people simply packed up, and were ready to put out the black lacquer coffin containing Zhang Yueban, and then they were about to join the funeral procession on the street.

"Wait."

Xia Zhician waved his hand to stop the guards, he slapped his hand on the coffin, making a loud bang, and everyone looked at him with a puzzled look and a little anger.

A few quick-tempered post guards rolled up their sleeves, and they seemed to be ready to come over directly to beat Xia Zhicicada, but fortunately they were stopped by Li Laosi with his hand.

"Lord Lingguan, ...... you are?"

Xia Zhicicada raised his head and scanned everyone.

Some of the post guards were puzzled in their tears, some of them were angry, and even Xiao Wu frowned, almost writing the word unhappy on his face.

Such a non-etiquette slapping the coffin containing the deceased with his hand can be said to be a great disrespect to Zhang Yicheng.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to ...... Open the coffin. ”

Xia Zhicicada sank his gaze and landed on the black coffin, as if he was going to see Zhang Yueban who was already dead directly through the wooden plank.

"Open the coffin! No, Lord Zhang was not killed, do you still plan to conduct ......an autopsy?"

"That's it, Master Zhang just died suddenly."

"Opening the coffin at this time is disrespectful to adults."

Li Laosi waved his hand, and everyone's criticism was suppressed, and he arched his hand at Xia Zhician again, and said:

"This adult, it's not that I can't wait to give face to the adult, it's just that the opening of the coffin is really unnecessary. The old man has also been mixed in the yamen for most of his life, and I have also seen the body of Lord Zhang, and there are no scars, and there are no signs of poisoning......"

Xia Zhician shook his head, what he wanted to see was naturally not an external injury, but something that ordinary people couldn't see at all.

If Lord Zhang was killed by a monster, then there would definitely be some traces left on his dead body, such as a thin demonic qi or something.

"I have made up my mind, please open the coffin."

"No! If you dare to open the coffin of an adult, our brothers want you to look good. ”

"Yes, dare to disturb the last sleep of adults, Lao Tzu doesn't care what kind of bullshit spirit official you are, I will definitely beat you with a blue nose and swollen face."

"That's it, that's it."

Li Laosi didn't speak, but he didn't stop the people behind him.

The tall postmen clenched their fists and made a clicking sound, and their wide eyes stared at the thin Xia Zhicicada.

Scold.

Xia Zhician smiled, he just waved his sleeve robe lightly.

A strong wind flew out of the cuffs, directly knocking out all the post guards standing around the coffin, of course, no matter how powerful these post guards were, they were just mortals, and he couldn't use the strength to deal with monsters.

So everyone was just like being punched in the chest, and then the whole person took several steps backwards, and some even sat on the ground with a butt, and the few strong men who demonstrated with Xia Zhicicada were more miserable, and the whole person took off not to say, and rolled on the ground until the corner of the wall did not stop.

"Oops, hey......"

"Ah, it hurts......"

Xia Zhician didn't need anyone's help, the sword qi in both hands gushed out, and along the four sides of the coffin, he cut off all the iron nails that were nailed in, and then used his palms hard.

I heard a bang, and the lid of the black-lacquered coffin flew out.