"You're here."

In the middle hall of the ancestral hall, Hao Guofeng looked at Hao Ren who came over and said calmly.

Uncle Ping sent Hao Ren into the ancestral hall and said, "Guofeng, start quickly, so as not to miss the auspicious time." ”

"Okay."

Hao Guofeng nodded, shouted towards the outside of the ancestral hall, and the coffin bearer hurried in.

Then Hao Guofeng looked at Hao Ren again and said: "When you go up the mountain, you walk in front with the statue, no matter what happens on the way up the mountain, you don't stop." ”

Hao Ren nodded, his gaze sweeping over the entire ancestral hall.

The ghost disguised as his mother was not in the ancestral hall.

Knock knock knock......

With the sound of gongs and drums, the four ghosts carried the four corners of the coffin out of the ancestral hall, and the mighty villagers of Haojia Village followed behind the coffin wearing linen and filial piety.

And Hao Ren walked at the front of the funeral procession with the portrait.

Ghosts carry coffins, and people are buried.

Such a strange funeral procession walked towards the mountain behind Haojia Village in the morning light, but everything seemed so natural.

It's just that when the funeral begins, the coffin carried by the four ghosts has an abnormality.

As the coffin continued to vibrate, it was as if the corpse in the coffin was struggling desperately, as if it was about to break out of the coffin at any time.

"Keep walking, don't stop."

Behind Hao Ren, Hao Guofeng said with a gloomy face.

Hao Ren didn't respond, but his pace quickened slightly.

Now he just wants to send the ghost in the coffin to the mountain to be buried.

The funeral procession had just come out of the ancestral hall, and the originally clear sky suddenly became gloomy, as if a storm was coming.

In the middle of summer, sudden storms and rains are common, but today they always seem a little abnormal.

As the sky became gloomy, the whining wind blew, as terrifying as a ghost crying.

"Let's go!"

Hao Guofeng, who was walking behind Hao Ren, held the brazier and shouted again.

As the funeral procession passed through several old houses at the end of the village, a muddy path leading to the back mountain appeared in Hao Ren's eyes.

Boom......

Suddenly, a loud noise came from the coffin.

It's like someone with a hammer is striking the coffin violently.

As the sound sounded, the figures of the four ghosts carrying the coffin also shook violently, but fortunately, the coffin was still held steadily.

"Quick."

Hao Guofeng added dark paper to the brazier while urging Hao Ren.

Hao Ren heard Hao Guofeng's anxious voice, although he didn't know what was happening behind him, but his intuition told him that he had to send the ghost in the coffin to the mountain to bury it quickly.

Otherwise, there is going to be a great terror.

Not daring to delay, Hao Ren stepped on the muddy path leading to the back mountain.

Knock Knock...... Knock Knock......

As the funeral procession entered the muddy path of the back mountain, the movement coming from the coffin became louder and louder, and the four ghosts carrying the coffin were also shaking, as if they could not drag the coffin on their shoulders at any time.

Boom......

He hadn't gone far on the dirt path, and with another violent knock, the neck of the hanged man carrying the coffin shook, and the coffin slashed down the limp neck of the hanged man.

Syllable......

At the last moment when the coffin was about to fall, a figure rushed out of the funeral procession and dragged the coffin that was about to fall.

Yes, I understand.

From behind him, a pair of ghost hands stretched out like the withered bark of an old tree.

The ghost hand dragged the side of the coffin deadly.

However, the coffin did not stabilize for long, and immediately leaned over to the side on the other side, where only two ghosts were lifting.

"......"

A familiar curse came into Hao Ren's ears, and the figure of a stranger appeared in Hao Ren's mind.

It was the stranger who told him the night before yesterday that his parents were ghosts and his second uncle was also a ghost.

"Wei Wei."

Seeing another person rushing out of the funeral procession, he couldn't help but exclaim.

"Don't talk, keep walking." Wei Wei's face was gloomy, his shadow seemed to be alive, and he slowly stood up, and the ghost's hands steadily dragged the other side of the coffin.

Six ghosts carry a coffin.

On one side are the hanged ghosts, understand, and scorched corpses; On the other side are the Drowning Ghost, Wei Wei, and the Paper Piercing Man.

Fortunately, the coffin finally fell silent for the time being.

"Keep walking."

Hao Guofeng didn't seem surprised by the sudden rush out of Knowing and Wei Wei, as if he had expected it.

At this time, even if Hao Ren was afraid in his heart, he could only grit his teeth and continue to walk up the mountain.

"Hey......

Suddenly, an eerie laugh reached Hao Ren's ears.

It was exactly the same as the sound I heard in the ancestral hall the night before.

Only this time, Hao Ren was sure that the laughter came from the portrait in his hand.

And Hao Ren didn't look at the portrait in his hand, because he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to stand some indescribable stimulus.

It would be fun if you accidentally threw away the portrait in your hand.

"Hao Ren, I know you, I know everything about you."

Hao Ren was silent, still holding the statue and walking steadily towards the mountain.

"Don't you want to know where you came from?"

"I don't want to."

The second time, Hao Ren spoke.

If a ghost can believe it, it is better to believe that the lottery can win the jackpot.

"Don't you want to know about your parents?"

"Don't you want to know why you were chosen?"

"You don't want to know ......"

This time, Hao Ren never spoke again, and walked to the cemetery in the back mountain step by step.

There, there was a grave pit that was dug at an unknown time.

The size is just enough to put down a coffin.

As if he knew his fate, there was no sound in the statue, and even the coffin carried by the six ghosts fell into an eerie silence.

It seems that the ghost in the coffin has resigned himself to his fate!

It's just that the sky is even more gloomy.

Fortunately, the distance from the end of the village to the back mountain is not too far, and the funeral procession soon arrived at the back mountain cemetery.

"Fall into the coffin!"

With Hao Guofeng's shout, the six ghosts carried the coffin to the edge of the grave that had already been dug, and slowly put the coffin on their shoulders into the grave.

It's all so quiet.

It's as if this was an ordinary funeral.

As the coffin was put into the grave, Hao Guofeng put the brazier that should have been broken before the funeral into the grave, and then turned to Hao Ren and said, "Just burn the statue and seal the grave." ”

Hao Ren nodded, walked to the grave, and slowly put the portrait he had always held in his hand into the burning brazier.

Cracking sound......

With a tongue of fire jumping, nothing happened.

Just as Hao Ren breathed a sigh, a voice suddenly sounded, coming from the burning statue in the brazier.

"Hey...... We'll see you again! ”

"Seal the soil!"

Hao Guofeng shouted again, and this time it was several villagers from Hao's house who came over, each carrying a shovel in their hand.

Soon, the grave was filled.

But a few villagers continued to fill in the soil until a small mound appeared, and then stopped.

"Is it over?"

Hao Ren looked at the grave in front of him, only to feel that his legs were weak, and he was also glad in his heart.

Fortunately, in the process of funeral, except for the movement of the coffin, there was no accident......

Hao's house, the cemetery in the back mountain.

It was as if the pause button had been pressed, and there was an eerie silence.

It's like the calm before the storm.