People who are crawling on the ground may not be able to survive in terms of their age and current state, but this situation is closely related to the environment he is in and what he is facing... If he hadn't done any extreme outdoor exercise in the middle of the cold night, lying in bed to rest, and receiving careful care from his family, he would definitely not have died now.

Well, for an elderly person of this age, crawling is also considered an extreme sport.

And a group of people were looking at him silently, which made people feel that the atmosphere around them was full of indifference and weirdness. Is this ritual being held? Obviously, it is hard to believe that it happened in the enlightened and enlightened modern society.

Fu Jixianri and Marukakui, who were mixed into the crowd, were just watching this scene. Of course, they would not come out to stop or do other things if they were full.

The old man on the ground continued to crawl. After about half an hour, he finally stopped...not only did he stop his movements, but his life also stopped.

The deceased spread his hands and feet and lay on the ground. His shriveled limbs could be seen through his exposed wrists and ankles.

The crowd was still silent. After coming over for a while, someone finally came forward. He checked the situation of the deceased, then turned around and shook his head at everyone.

Just when Fu Jixianli thought that this man was regretting the other party's death, the man sighed and continued, "It's a pity that Mr. Gushan didn't hold on. He could reach the cemetery in another one or two hundred meters..."

Gushan? This surname sounds familiar.

This man's words sound a bit strange. He was not sad about the death of the deceased, but seemed to regret that the old man had not reached a certain position before he died. It was already a certain fact that this man would die. It seemed that how long he could crawl before he died was an unknown number.

But when this person announced his death in a very pity tone, the people around him who were quietly waiting here seemed to breathe a sigh of relief - they seemed to be glad that they were glad that the current result was.

Fu Jixianri and Zhen Zhongkui looked at each other and thought to himself that the people in this village are all perverts, why should they watch people crawl and look forward to the other party dying in this process?

Before a person dies, he will suffer great pain and torture, but now he artificially aggravates the degree of this torture. What is this for?

"Hmph, don't say these words hypocritically. Isn't my dad dying like this the result you are looking forward to?" Someone in the crowd pulled off the hood covering his head, and then his facial contour was revealed.

There was a hint of crying in this voice, but more of the emotion was anger... Fu Jixianri and Maru Aoi could still hear a sense of familiarity from it.

If that's right, this man should have taken them to hunt in the afternoon, and the person who died now is his father... His father was dying, and in the afternoon, this man could still go out to work and did not bring any emotions to work. Should he praise this gentleman for his special professionalism?

It’s more likely that it’s not a real father… Well, this is just a joke. It seems that in Japanese society, this kind of behavior is not very exaggerated.

"Boy from Gushan family, how do you say this? Each of us will experience this kind of thing. Gushan is just not lucky. He just got seriously ill during this period. This is God's will."

Gu Shanjiang's words were not very nice, and someone immediately rebuked him in the crowd, but this rebuttal seemed to be a little bit of anger after being poked into a central state.

"What do you think? Ask yourself, you know the best."

After Gu Shanjiang said this again angrily, he left and turned around and left here, completely ignoring his father's body was still exposed.

"You guy..."

"Okay, OK, Gushan boy is still young after all, and he doesn't understand some things. In addition, it was his father who died, so he couldn't help but lose control of his emotions... If he gets older, he will understand what we are doing." The person standing in front helped to make things happen.

"Too……"

"Okay, okay, I have to prepare for the funeral of Gushan. His kid will go with him first."

"Everyone, please help me and bring Gushan's body back."

"Well, it's because of this we gathered here..."

This is definitely not Fu Jixianli's illusion. Compared to the old man in Gushan who was crawling hard just now, after his death, these people have indeed become relaxed and even cheerful.

The atmosphere is really weird.

The people standing here must have been prepared. They seemed to have arrived here to help transport the bodies back. Then they saw them take out a stretcher and start cleaning up the bodies.

Fu Jixianri and Makoto Aoi took the opportunity to leave here quietly.

"Sister Kui, what do you think is going on?" When he went back, Fu Jixianli asked Mazuka Aoi like this.

"It's not clear yet, but... the purpose of the deceased should be to climb to the cemetery before dying, while the others do not want him to achieve such a goal.

If I guess correctly, the person who is standing in front of the matter should be the priest of the shrine in the village, and his clothes look very much like that kind of person."

Through the conversation between those people just now, Aoi Masaru made some simple speculations.

Fu Jixianli lowered his head and thought. After coming over for a while, he realized, "That is,..."

"In other words, Rijun, do you think that the 'stone hunting festival' is really over?"

The important festival of the locals was over, but in fact, what about it? It's not easy to say, but if you contact what happened tonight, it seems that this kind of guess is easier to come up with.

"Oh, is that true?"

"Just guess, as for the specific situation, what's going on... Let's continue to inquire tomorrow, and start with that Mr. Tanyama."

“Ok.”

Before Mr. Morishita returned, Fu Jixianri and Makoto Aoi returned to their guest room first. After checking that the room was not opened, they lay down to rest.

…………

The next morning, Fu Jixianri and Zhen Zhongkui went downstairs.

"Good morning, two guests, did you sleep well last night?" Mrs. Morishita, who was busy downstairs, greeted them.

"It's pretty good, my waist is not sore, my legs are not hurt anyway." Fu Jixianli vaguely said something.

"Haha, that's great... By the way, the meals we can provide today are relatively simple, I'm really sorry.

Because someone in the village suddenly passed away last night, and now my husband went there to help, so today I can only provide the cooking... I am really sorry." Mrs. Morishita continued to say this.

As expected, only Mrs. Morishita and Masako Morishita could be seen downstairs, but Mr. Morishita could not be seen.

"It's okay, but... Is someone dead? Unfortunately, things are really impermanent." Fu Jixianli pretended not to know, and then sighed at this incident without any pain.

"Thank you for your understanding. According to our customs, the funeral can be completed in one day and we can recover the next day."

"It's okay in one day? What about monks and chanting scriptures? Burial? Cremation?" Fu Jixianli asked curiously. This funeral was quite efficient.

"Whether it is burial or cremation, it will be completed within one day. Because the place is too remote and there are no temples in the village, if we want to hold a funeral here, the priests in the shrine will be presided over the funeral." Mrs. Morishita explained.

Fu Jixianli: "..."

How to say it, the shrine robs the temple of work, it sounds a bit familiar, and it seems to have seen it from somewhere.

"Guest, I made an appointment today to visit the shrine in the village, but because of the funeral, it may be a bit busy there today, so..."

While having breakfast, Morishita said to Fu Jixianri and the others with apologies.

"It doesn't matter. We have plenty of time anyway." Fu Jixianli said it doesn't matter. Although he wants to go there now, if there is no local guide, it would be very problematic for him to go to the funeral site alone.

"I ran outside for an afternoon yesterday afternoon, but I was actually quite tired, so this morning we decided to rest in the room and might go out for a walk around myself in the afternoon... Is this OK?" Aoi Makazu said to Morishita Chiko.

"I was very tired last night, but I didn't have much rest." Fu Jixianli added immediately afterwards. Well, what he said must be the truth. He got up in the middle of the night and watched a big show, so the two of them didn't have enough sleep.

But speaking like this will definitely cause misunderstandings. Aoi Maru glanced at Fu Jixianri with a chilling look, while Morishita Chiko could only pursed her lips and smiled... This person probably took the opportunity to make a couple relationship she had built in her imagination.

"It doesn't matter, of course it's OK. Guests can visit freely in the village, as long as they don't run into the forest and get lost." Of course, it was impossible for Morishita Chiko, and there was no reason to stop Fu Jixianri and the others from doing their own activities.

After lunch for a while, Fu Jixianri and Makoto Aoi greeted Morishita and then slowly went out for a "stroll".

"Anyway, the speed of burying people still feels too fast."

"You don't have to worry about this kind of thing. The key is what the content of the funeral is, is it a real and simple funeral?"

Fu Jixianri and Marukakui have been wandering around the village, and everything around them seems extremely normal... If it weren't for the scene I saw last night, anyone would have thought this was a peaceful and peaceful village, far away from the hustle and bustle of the city and yearning for natural and pleasant villages.

After walking around, at night, the two of them finally quietly approached the cemetery outside the village and slightly left their residence.

Then they saw a lonely person standing in front of a newly erected tombstone. It was the valley mountain... At this time, all the guests attending the funeral seemed to have retreated, and as a son, he couldn't bear to leave.

Fu Jixianri and Zhen Zhongkui looked at each other and took advantage of the rare opportunity for each other to fall alone.

"Mr. Guyama, we have heard of the matter, so please feel sorry for me."

At this time, apart from these polite words, it seems that Fu Jixianli can only speak like this... It is not joking to say that the joys and sorrows of people are indeed inconsistent.

"Oh, it turned out to be the two guests from yesterday. Are you... walking?"

"Yes, I turned here without realizing it."

After Fu Jixianli walked to the person, he faintly smelled a smell of alcohol.

"Is the funeral over? Mr. Taniyama has nothing to do at night? Don't you have to accompany today's guests or the neighbors who help today?"

"I've been with you, and now they're still drinking downstairs, so I found a chance to escape." Gu Shan shook his head, then put a sarcastic smile on his face, "The atmosphere over there is quite lively, just like a banquet. If you don't know, you think something good happened in the village... No, or for them, this is indeed a good thing."

This person was a little drunk, on the one hand because he drank some wine, on the other hand, he should be because he was angry... For most people who don't care about their own affairs, they really laughed and laughed.

However, the other party's state seemed to be more beneficial to them. Dazhong Aoi nodded silently, so Fu Jixian sorted out the other party's words and asked, "Good thing... it's not right, how do you say this?"

Gu Shanjiang glanced at Fu Jixianli, then sat down little by little with his father's tombstone. The scene became very silent for a moment.

Just when Fu Jixianli thought his problem was a bit too hasty, Gu Shanjiang finally spoke, "Two guests, you asked Chiko about the hunting festival yesterday, and you seemed to be interested in it."

Well, sometimes this is how things happen. Compared to familiar people, pure outsiders like Fu Jixianli who have nothing to do with here are more likely to be the object of confidence.

"Yes, I'm a little interested." Fu Jixianli said.

"The festival is often held in late autumn. Many tourists know that the scene was still very grand at that time. However, what everyone doesn't know is that although the props used for various rituals were cancelled after the night festival, the festival was not really completed.

Or, the real festival has just begun.”

The sky gradually darkened, and the half-drunk man sat in the cemetery and started telling stories.

"The sacrifice that was put into the well on the day of the ceremony was not a real sacrifice. The things used in the ceremony were just a disguise. The time when the sacrifice was really offered to the mountain god was the period from the end of the stone hunting festival to the beginning of the New Year's Day in the new year.

The village is relatively closed, while the rules and traditions of the village are rigid and must be abide by.

Guests, you may not know that not everyone who dies during this period of year is qualified to enjoy the treatment of burial... Only those who can reach the tomb by their own strength before death are qualified to use that tomb, otherwise, they will have other "responsibilities" that must be assumed.
To be continued...