Outside the firewood room, there was a crying cat like a baby, and in the firewood stack there was the sound of rats moving.

Shu Ange stood up and leaned in front of the crack in the door to spy on the scene outside.

The moon shone on the earth like a mirror, outside the firewood room, there was no one empty, and no matter how far away, the sound of suona sounded faintly.

I am afraid that the mourning hall has already been arranged, and the rural custom is to stop the spirit for three days before being buried.

In the plot prompt, these irrelevant trivial matters were not mentioned, and Shu Ange guessed that according to custom, the Song family might drag her to the funeral tomorrow.

After all, even if Mrs. Song hated her again, now she is also Song Yue's wife who has just passed the door.

Moreover, there are many customs in the countryside, and the wife's wakes are very important. Some people who didn't have a wife before they died, and they had to try their best to marry the deceased after death.

There was a smell of smoke and dust in the firewood room, and standing by the door, the air outside was fresh and humid.

Shu Ange closed his eyes and felt the aura around him with his heart, and was pleasantly surprised to find that Longhe Village was very full of aura.

She opened her eyes, and there was a bright light in her eyes, and she suddenly saw the hope of escaping from Longhe Village.

Compared with practicing kung fu, in fact, Shu Ange prefers to practice Taoist spells, after all, sprinkling beans into soldiers to call for wind and rain is cooler than dancing knives and sticks in hand-to-hand combat.

Shu Ange was in a bright mood, and began to ponder the identity of the mysterious man again.

He appeared when Duan Yushu was dying, and buried her in the mountains and forests far away from Longhe Village, and he was by no means an ordinary person.

There are many spirits and ghosts in the mountains, and Shu Ange suspects that he is not an ordinary human.

Duan Yushu has a clear mind and is a good cultivator, but she has never been exposed to these things, so she regrets it for the rest of her life.

Shu Ange sat down cross-legged by the door, closed his eyes, and dispelled the distracting thoughts in his heart, while chanting the Taoist mantra in his heart, while trying to absorb the essence of the moon and introduce the aura into his body.

Longhe Village is full of aura, the original owner is talented, and Shu Ange is a familiar veteran.

In less than two hours, Shu Ange successfully induced qi into her body, and when she opened her eyes again, her vision became extremely clear.

Shu Ange is in a good mood, and cultivation can purify impurities in the human body, and it can also make people deaf and clear.

The original owner's qualifications are so good, if Shu Ange is lucky enough and opens the spiritual apertoire, even if he doesn't deliberately use his luck, he can see through the deeds of demons and monsters.

The bright moon was sinking in the west, and the deep night swept in, Shu Ange continued to draw qi into his body, and the bruises and scars on his face were not so hideous.

At about four or five o'clock in the morning, the barking of dogs suddenly sounded, and human voices could be faintly heard in the distance.

Shu Ange stood up, patted the dust on his body, and closed his eyes against the stack of firewood.

The footsteps got closer and closer, and the chaimen creaked open, or the two stout women yesterday, one of them held an oil lamp in one hand, and the other held a white linen filial piety cloth and filial piety cloth, squinting and said, "Young grandma, Madame asked you to keep a vigil for the young master." ”

What should come is always coming, Shu Ange opened his eyes sleepily, pretended to be scared and cried and said: "I want to go home, you let me go, I will give you money at home, give you a lot of money." ”

The two mothers-in-law glanced at each other, took a few steps forward, and set up Shu Ange.

She stood limply, looking weak and weak, her miserable expression dimmed by the flickering light of the oil lamp.

The mother-in-law on the left put down the oil lamp, and the two took off Shu Ange's wedding dress neatly, and changed into filial piety clothes for her.

"Young grandma, just accept your fate, the Song family is also a big family in Longhe Village. As long as you don't want to run, and honestly guard for the young master, Madame is angry, and I won't embarrass you in the future. ”

"Aunt Qin is right, Aunt Wang, I also advise you, your arms can't twist your thighs, so let's accept your fate."

Shu Ange lowered his eyes, with tears in his eyes, and he didn't speak if he wanted to cry or not.

The two of them took her by the arm and carried her all the way to the mourning hall.

The mourning hall is the place where the wedding hall was arranged yesterday, and there are white flags, white curtains and white paper everywhere, and it is white and miserable.

White candles were lit on the table of heaven and earth, three incense sticks were lit in the incense burner, chopsticks were inserted in the offerings, and the ebony coffin was resting in the back.

There is a black and white portrait of Song Yue on the table, his eyes are hooked, he wants to smile or not, and there is horror in it.

There were two little girls kneeling in front of the spirit, and kept throwing paper money into the clay pot, and the blue and faint firelight turned into clouds of green smoke and floated into the sky.

The mother-in-law surnamed Qin and the mother-in-law surnamed Wang knelt on the ground according to Shu Ange, asked her to kowtow to the spirit seat three times, and then let her kneel in front of the spirit, guarding the spirit like two little maids.

The little maid is only a teenager, with thick braids, her hair is not shiny, her eyes are blue when she stays up all night, and her sleepy head is one by one when she burns paper, and she doesn't dare to close her eyes to sleep.

The ground was cold, but fortunately there were two or three layers of clothing, and the pain was still within the tolerable range.

But if you have to kneel for three days, it is estimated that Shu Ange's knees will be crippled.

When a young man is in good health, the pain will pass, but when he is older, the pain he has suffered will become an inexhaustible sin.

The two mothers-in-law yawned for two days, and after a while they fell asleep against the pillar.

The little maid was burning the paper mechanically, except for a curious glance at Shu Ange at the beginning, she didn't look at her much next.

Shu Ange crossed his legs together and continued to absorb the aura of heaven and earth.

She didn't have the slightest affection for Song Yue except for disgust, and she didn't jump in front of him to beat him, and she was counting on her to be a little sad.

It feels too uncomfortable to be controlled by others, Shu Ange just wants to get stronger as soon as possible, and after cleaning up this group of people, he leaves Longhe Village.

Unconsciously, the sky was bright, and there were more people in the mourning hall, and the two mothers-in-law saw that Shu Ange was lazy, and knelt down according to her.

Shu Ange's single-minded fire, due to the situation, he could only endure the humiliation first.

It was dawn, and there were more people who came to mourn, Shu Ange had a cold face, and no one came to say hello.

Mrs. Song greeted her relatives and neighbors with swollen eyes, wiped her tears with a handkerchief, and her vicious eyes drifted to Shu Ange from time to time.

There was a cry in the mourning hall, and Shu Ange had a faint face, neither crying nor making trouble, and did not invest in the slightest emotion.

The Song family thought that there were too few people in the mourning hall and few people crying spirits, so they specially spent money to hire people, kneeling in front of the spirits and crying loudly as if singing.

The sound of suona was deafening, and the crying people hired for money were very dedicated, and the villagers stretched their necks to watch the excitement, muttering pity in their mouths one by one, and there was no trace of pity on their faces.

Everything is like an absurd farce, but a fresh life is buried in the ignorance of the villagers.

Shu Ange gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, hating the Song family more and more, and hating everything in Longhe Village.