Old man Gao was wearing bright red clothes, which were more gorgeous than blood, making people feel that he was not going to welcome his funeral, but was preparing to marry another daughter-in-law.

He was full of spring light, with a wooden cane in his hand, much more energetic than when Qiao Du first saw him yesterday, as if he was dozens of years younger in an instant.

Seeing Old Man Gao appear, everyone who was still waiting for the opening of the table stopped talking and looked at Old Man Gao.

Every smile bloomed on the faces of the villagers of Suiming Village, and that smile even carried a little fanaticism in the sun, as if they were expecting something, they stared at the old man Gao, and there was a little greed in their eyes.

"Hello everyone, welcome to my funeral."

Old man Gao's expression was calm, and he said to the villagers.

"I hope you all have a good day."

"Good!"

The villagers echoed.

Qiao Du also called the number, but it was a light cloud, looking at the old man Gao without saying a word.

"What's wrong?"

Qiao Twilight leaned her head and asked in a low voice.

"It's kind of weird."

Qianyun whispered in Qiao Dui's ear.

"He doesn't smell too old anymore."

Hearing this, Qiao Duan looked at Old Man Gao again.

In the field of vision, the words as bright red as blood emerged one by one.

[He is waiting for the end of this life, but death is not the end, but the beginning of a new life, look up, the sky and the universe are one! 】

"It means that although Old Man Gao will die, he will not be destroyed?"

Qiao Twilight thought to herself.

Beside her, the village chief Pu Jia, who was full of smiles, stood up, and she came to the side of the old man Gao.

"Old man Gao has worked diligently for two hundred and eighty-two years, and now, let us send him away."

The villagers cheered again.

This atmosphere is really weird, and it makes Qianyun's eyelids jump, and there is a premonition that something is about to happen.

The old man's son and daughter-in-law lit the firewood piled up under the pot, and I don't know what was boiling in the cauldron, and after a while, it was steaming and white mist came out.

"It's time for the big dish."

On the side, a villager sighed.

Qiao Du and Qianyun glanced at each other and looked at the pot.

The old man's expression was pleasant, and he stepped on the ladder to the side of the pot, his skin dry and his eyes red from the scorching flames.

He saluted everyone, and then, as soon as he took off his clothes, the whole person jumped into the pot.

Immediately afterwards, the old man's son and daughter-in-law brought a wooden pot lid and covered the cauldron.

"Dad, how do you feel inside?"

The son asked through the cauldron.

"Comfortable, comfortable!"

The old man's urn voice came from the angry words.

Qianyun's eyes widened, she had never seen such a posture, she didn't expect that the so-called "funeral" would actually cook Old Man Gao alive.

"You can eat first, I'll take care of the heat."

Village Chief Pu Jia said with a smile.

The villagers started their chopsticks.

Qiao Du also lifted the chopsticks.

He had seen the teaching of eating and knew that he had to go for the meat dish first, so he immediately picked up a piece of fried pork that was wriggling and stuffed it into his mouth.

"It's fresh."

Twilight commented as he tried to swallow the piece of meat that he was trying to crawl out of his stomach as he began to lay his chopsticks down at the fish crawling with white worms.

Seeing this scene, Asanomo felt dizzy.

"It's hot, it's hot!"

In the pot, the voice of the old man Gao came, with a little pain, which made people feel creepy when they heard it.

"Dad, don't worry, it won't hurt in a while."

Old man Gao's daughter-in-law soothed.

"I'm fine, I'm fine."

The tall old man replied with a trembling voice.

Naturally, Qianyun had no intention of eating, so she stood up, came to the side of the cauldron, and looked at the village chief who was adding firewood.

"What is this doing?"

Asa Yun asked tentatively.

"You haven't seen it, this is helping Old Man Gao exorcise evil spirits."

The village chief replied with a smile.

"Exorcism?"

Assomo swore in the name of the Hall of Eternal Life that she had never heard of such a way to exorcise evil spirits.

"Yes, we are immortal, but people will gradually age, which is caused by evil entering the body, and now it is necessary to steam out all the evil in the old man's body with yang energy, so that he can get a new life."

The village chief, Pu Jia, replied as a matter of course.

"I've never heard of anything like this."

Asuimo chuckled inwardly, feeling as if he had grasped some kind of fact.

"Of course, this is an untold secret in our village, Miss Qianyun, if you and your brother stay in the village, we will meet one day."

The village chief said with a smile.

"It hurts, it hurts, my head hurts."

In the pot, the old man's voice had become muffled, not like it came from his throat, but like some kind of meat friction pulled, and it was barely possible to distinguish a single word.

"Don't worry, old man Gao, it'll be fine soon."

The village chief, Pu Jia, soothed, her voice was gentle, like a mother who coaxed her child to sleep.

"But that's it."

Qianyun originally wanted to say that this would not cause any evil at all, and it would only make Old Man Gao lose his human form, and it would take dozens or hundreds of years to recover.

But she looked at the village chief and the villagers as they were taken for granted, and suppressed the urge to speak.

When there was almost no sound of the old man in the pot, the village chief Pu Jia climbed the ladder with a basket, and she asked the old man's son and daughter-in-law to lift the lid of the pot and throw some of the ground grass and trees in the basket into it, as if they were really cooking.

Qianyun gently pinched the corner of his clothes.

The lid of the pot was closed again, and at this time, there was no longer any voice of the old man in the pot, but a disgusting and disgusting fishy smell came from the pot, and Qianyun held his breath and quickly returned to Qiao Dui's side.

Qiao Du was still playing with an old man, sandwiching the remaining piece of meat from the plate into her own bowl.

Qianyun whispered in Qiao Dui's ear, telling him what he had just seen.

Qiao Du put down her chopsticks.

"And the extra vegetables."

He touched his stomach, as if regretting that he had eaten too much.

Qianyun's scalp was numb, and he didn't know what Qiao Du was doing.

By this time, the smell of the cauldron had enveloped the people, and the whole village was in a morbid frenzy, and everyone was waiting for the last dish to be served.

Qianyun felt a wave of nausea, she heard the sound of a gong, and the village chief Pu Jia spoke again.

"Everyone, the dish is ready, please don't be impatient."

She lifted the lid of the pot.

Immediately, a long spoon was put into the pot, and a spoonful of meat and soup was mixed and put into a bowl.

She just kept the cycle going, filling enough for a table.

Old man Gao's son picked it up, came to the table where Qiao Du and Qianyun were, and distributed the bowls of "big dishes" to everyone.

Qianyun saw that the rough clay bowl contained turbid soup and wriggling flesh.

(End of chapter)