When Lao Chen Tou arrived, the people had almost been bombarded by the village chief, leaving only four or five people to help. The village chief looked at Lao Chen Tou expectantly, and Lao Chen Tou said: "The person died about a week ago, and judging from this method of death, it is not man-made. ”

The village chief said, "It's not artificial, is it..." After receiving the affirmation, the village chief's face was a little ugly, and no one dared to touch the village chief's brow at this time. When Bei Sandou and Xuanyang went home, they saw a few people standing next door, and Xuanyang was a little curious, so he went next door. Seeing Xuanyang and Bei Sandou coming in, the village chief said to the two, "Widow Li is dead, do you know?" Xuanyang was slightly surprised, and then shook his head again. Bei Sandou sighed again and again: "Thanks to my foresight, I dug two small holes in the wall in advance, and I have seen enough of this book over the years." ”

"Lao Dou, you are too unauthentic, and you don't call me when you look at the scenery. The village chief blew his beard and stared at Bei Sandou.

"The village chief is right, Lao Dou, you are too inauthentic, how can you not call us if there is a good thing?" Lao Chen said angrily, his expression clearly meant that the good cabbage was arched by the pig.

Xuanyang coughed dryly: "You have gone off topic." ”

When Xuanyang said this, the three of them all restrained their obscene looks, and Lao Chen said: "Lao Dou and Lao Yang, it's not me talking about you, you two are Youfang Warlocks, how could this Widow Li be killed right under your noses?"

Xuanyang asked, "When did Widow Li die?"

Old Chen Tou said: "I have been dead for a week. ”

Xuanyang showed a thoughtful look, and suddenly patted his head: "Just a week ago, when Lao Douwo and I were watching costume dramas at home, it was inexplicably colder, and there seemed to be some sound outside, and we thought about whether it would be a passing wild cat that knocked something down, so we didn't care." Who would have thought that there would be evil spirits? ”

"You also know our situation, our Taoism was abolished, so we went to Yegang Village to retire. If we knew that there was something evil going on, we would have stopped it, but the truth did not allow it, first, we didn't know about it, and second, we just sent a few more heads when we went out. Bei Sandou thumped his chest, sighing and regretting. Lao Chen Tou and the village chief nodded unquestionably, and after Bei Sandou flickered like this, a trace of doubt in the hearts of Lao Chen Tou and the village chief disappeared. As the others spoke, Widow Li's eyes rolled and quickly closed.

"It's not a matter that Widow Li's body has been placed here, so it's better to bury it tonight. Xuanyang proposed, Widow Li's abnormal movement just now was discovered by him, so he said this.

Old Chen Tou asked people to carry a thin coffin in the Yizhuang he opened, and the village chief went to open the only radio loudspeaker in the village to let the villagers get together, and Widow Li's house was immediately lively, and the villagers talked one after another, and when the coffin came, two middle-aged people carried Widow Li into the coffin, and the coffin board was quickly closed. The coffin was nailed, a rope was attached to the coffin, and an arm-thick stake was tied to the other end of the rope for the coffin to be carried. The first batch of funeral music walked out, and then the paper money went out, and there is a saying in Yegang Village that paper money is money to buy roads, so that the little ghost can make way. "Hey... Hey!" The two middle-aged men carrying the coffin could not lift the coffin no matter how hard they wanted to shout and shout, and the crowd began to panic, and those who had just walked out saw that no one was following behind, so they all stopped and looked back into the house. Old Chen Tou shouted loudly and asked someone to catch a rooster. Lao Chen put the chicken on the coffin, and it didn't move, just stood quietly on it, tilting his head from time to time to look at the people in front of him. The two middle-aged men drank again, holding back their strength, and the coffin could not be lifted more than an inch above the ground. Seeing this, Bei Sandou blasted them into the funeral team and asked him to come by himself and Xuanyang. Beisandou is in front, Xuanyang is behind, Beisandou shouted: "Get up!" After he drank, the widow Li in the coffin quieted down, the coffin was lifted lightly, Beisandou and Xuanyang carried the coffin and walked out, and then walked out of the mourning, the village chief walked in the mourning team, his hand kept wiping the non-existent tears on his face, his mouth was like a big horn, the louder than the big horn in the village, his voice almost overshadowed the entire mourning team: "My sister Li... Whining... Woo woo..."The wife on his side was panicked when she heard this, and she was always beaten off by the village chief when she held the village chief's hand, and the village chief's wife didn't look at the village chief.

There is only one man in the entire mourning team, the village chief, and Lao Chen Tou is in the last funeral team, he and the others have a bitter face and a look of grief, but he covers his mouth with one hand, he wants to laugh but he doesn't dare to laugh, after all, you can't laugh at such a serious thing as sending a funeral, and you will be taboo.

This time, the preparations were very hasty, and although the people in the village were wearing ordinary clothes, they were almost the same as the official funeral procession.

The whole team went up the back hill in a majestic way, and there was only a narrow path wide enough for two people in the back mountain, surrounded by dense forests, wild grass up the waist, and winding paths like the yin and yang dragon lines in Tai Chi Bagua that separated the grass on both sides of the road.

Halfway down the road, I heard a comfortable and gentle female voice: "Come here, come and play with me." ”

Old Chentou, Bei Sandou, and Xuanyang all listened to it, and the others continued to walk as if they hadn't heard anything.

Old Chen took out a handful of black powder from his pocket and kept sniffing it in front of his nose, this thing seemed to have the effect of concentrating and calming the mind. A roar that only he could hear came from Bei Sandou's mouth, as if warning something. Xuanyang just smiled dumbly, and continued to carry the coffin with Bei Sandou, not taking this matter to heart.

When they arrived at the destination, two people dug a big pit, Bei Sandou and Xuanyang put the coffin in the pit, buried the soil, and built a small grave bag, and the wooden tombstone read: Li Xiuying's tomb.

At this time, it was already in the middle of the moon, and everyone went back to their own homes, looking for their own mothers, and the way back was very calm, and there were no more moths.

Back in the house, Xuanyang first took a shower, and then continued to watch his costume drama. Beisandou lay on the two small holes in the wall, although Widow Li was dead, Beisandou still couldn't help but remember the fragrant scene when she took a bath before.

- End of chapter