"Mr. Song, why are you so anxious to find me? You even asked someone to send a message."

"Come on, have you had dinner?"

"No, I'm not hungry, I'm going back to eat."

I haven't seen each other for a day or two, and I saw that the only circle of hair on his head was less, and I guess it was because of too much mental stress that I lost my hair.

"Come here..."

At the entrance of Li Niang’s mourning hall, Mr. Song pulled me aside worriedly and took out a cigarette for me to smoke.

I just took the cigarette, and then another person came over from the mourning hall, a man, in his thirties and forties, with a messy hair and beard, but his eyes were bright.

"I'll introduce it. This is my junior brother Laocha. He used to specialize in funeral funerals, but now he is helping rich people with fortune telling in the city."

"Oh, hello."

I didn't know what I was going to do, but I greeted him out of politeness.

"The people from the Cultural Bureau came yesterday afternoon and wanted to take the old man to cremate. I tried to persuade him and fought for another day and a half. I invited my junior brother and said tonight that everything I had to be handled."

After saying that, Mr. Song took out a wrapped piece of white paper from his arms. When he opened the paper, there were all white ants, a large group of hundreds, some of them were still alive, hugging each other in a ball, with countless legs of ant, which looked disgusting.

"Did you see it? These were all caught under Li's coffin."

His junior brother's surname is Cha. The nickname given to him by others in the city is Cha Household Registration, which means that this person's fortune telling is accurate. Just like checking the household registration book, he looked at the white ant. The man with a beard said, "The coffin is blood-covered, and the ants are huddled together. It must be burned today."

I said, "You guys just cook, why are you looking for me? I'm not a Feng Shui master who specializes in eating plain rice."

Mr. Song's face turned absent and said, "My Li family's immediate family members should avoid suspicion. I asked two days ago that you are not a direct family member, but you were at the scene at the time and helped carry the coffin down the mountain. This is because of cause and effect. Of course I want to call you."

I looked back at the mourning hall and felt that it was gloomy and cold. I praised my face and said, "Then what are you asking me to do?"

Mr. Song glanced at his junior brother named Cha, and then the junior brother looked at me and said two words.

"Born corpse".

"goodbye."

I turned around and left.

"Hey, young man, don't run away," Mr. Song grabbed me and said, "My junior brother and I are Mr. Fu. If you help Li carry the coffin, it's Li's younger generation. Only the younger generation can do this."

I put out the cigarette butts, shook his hand away and said, "Er Pengju is also a junior! Ye Zi is also a junior! You go find them, why are you looking for me?"

"It's too late to go, my junior brother has calculated it for you. Your life is the most suitable one."

I turned my head to look.

His unshaven junior brother patted my shoulder and said seriously: "Young man, your parents are gone."

"You know what I can see when I see your face?"

I shook my head.

The man's eyes were bright and watery, very much like a child's eyes. He said, "The water is deep and the pool is shallow, and there are many turtles in the pool. You are the most conspicuous turtles in the pool, and sooner or later it will show up."

I was stunned, and I always felt that this sentence was inexplicably familiar and familiar.

He continued: "My senior brother eats food for dead people, unlike me who sometimes eat food for living people. Today you helped me, I can tell you a fortune and your future life."

I suddenly remembered that the fortune teller who smoked Hongheyan on the arch bridge in Shunde also said similar things. When I asked him what I saw, he laughed and refused to say it.

What the two said was almost the same. Could it be a coincidence?

Don’t look at me smiling all day long, but I’m actually afraid of something deep in my heart, otherwise I wouldn’t have believed the words of the old chicken-legged woman at the beginning.

I believe in me, some capable people say things that are really, very, very accurate.

"What do you mean by carrying a corpse?" I asked him.

Mr. Song interrupted, "That's right. When I chose that place to bury it, I originally wanted to make a "coffin on the coffin". The Fengshui mouth of Miyako Mountain is General Mountain, and "the coffin on the coffin at the foot of General Mountain" is a very good Fengshui bureau for future generations."

"Now that Feng Shui situation is broken. If the Cultural Bureau directly burns Li Milk, it will be full of disasters, and then their descendants will become beggars."

"Then don't you go to burn it too? It's all burning anyway." I said.

"No, our burn is different from the burn in the crematorium. You will know later."

When I entered the mourning hall at night, the light was very bad. I only illuminated with two white candles. Li Mi’s big red coffin was supported by bricks. Unlike the two days ago, I put a bowl of upside down white rice at one end of the coffin. The white rice was big on its head and a chopstick was inserted.

Mr. Song brought me a washbasin and asked me to wash my hands.

When I saw the water in the basin, it turned red and some fine red powder was precipitated at the bottom of the water.

I asked what water this is,

Mr. Song said that this is Chensha water. Chensha is refined with red cinnabar. It is said that ten kilograms of cinnabar produce one or two Chensha. It is the best material for professional Taoist priests to draw talismans.

I stretched out my hand to wash my hands twice, and I said I could find a cloth to wipe it. He didn't let me wipe my hands, but asked me to slap the coffin with my wet hands.

There are six shots in total, try to use some strength to shoot.

I did as I did and patted the coffin lid with my hands six times.

"Bang bang bang!"

Since it was wet hands, afterwards, there were obviously a few wet hands on the coffin. Mr. Song said that this was "the younger generation called the coffin."

"Junior brother, are you ready? I'll drive it."

The man took the candle, held it and said, "Open."

In Guizhou, Fujian, many places are buried shallowly, and there is no coffin nails. Mr. Song quickly ran to one end of the coffin. He pushed the lid of the coffin with both hands, gritted his teeth, and began to push forward.

Squeaky...

The friction between wood sounded particularly harsh at night.

The lid of the coffin was slowly pushed away from one end, and his junior brother held the candle in his hands and shone it inward...

I saw it...

Why is Li Milk becoming like this?

Swelling...

His eyes were swollen, his face was swollen, his stomach was swollen, and his hands were swollen, as if someone was using an air pump to vent her.

I saw Li Nu was pillowing on the pillow, folding her hands in front of her abdomen, wearing several layers of flowery blue cloth shrouds, and the collar directly pressed against her chin.

Li Mi’s whole face was black, her eyes were closed, her mouth was slightly opened, and there was some yellow pus in the corner of her mouth.

It smells bad.

Lao Quan is a filial son. He used a good coffin made by Liuzhou craftsmen. He had a good seal without nailing the coffin. He just covered the coffin but now he opened it and the smell was very stinking and he drilled straight into his nose.

I even doubt whether there are maggots under Li Mi’s shroud. This is summer after all.

"Junior brother, look at Michelle Li's hands."

"Well, I saw it as soon as I opened it."

"What's wrong with the hand?"

I suppressed the smell and looked down. Li Mian's hands and five fingers were all separated.

Mr. Song found a needle for sewing clothes from his pocket, and pricked a hole in the lower position of Li's pacifier. Suddenly, water flowed out along the little eye.

"Young man, turn around and don't look."

I turned around and heard a squirming sound behind me. Suddenly, I felt a sank on my back and almost pressed down on me. I quickly held it with my hands.

Mr. Song carried his small cloth bag and said, "I've carried it. Don't fall down on the road. Now we go to Tulingou. I'm ready to burn Li Milk."

It was so stinking that Li Mi's hands were hanging on my chest, her head against the back of my neck, and it was cold.

I turned my head and looked at the old man's black and swollen face.

"vomit!"

He retching and almost vomited.

Tulingou is at least seven miles away from here, and it is not easy to walk at night. I still carry the deadly Li Mian on my back and can't walk fast at all.

I was so tired that I was sweating profusely as soon as I walked out of the village.

I shook my head and gasped and said, "No, it's not just about being tired, the key is that it's too smelly and makes me dizzy."

Mr. Song took out the paper from his arms, and he opened it and poured it over and overturned it into two cylinders, stuffed it directly into my nose, blocking my nose and eyes.

He looked up at the moon in the sky and asked me, "How is it? It's not smelly now?"

I had two balls of paper stuffed into my nose, rolled my eyes and said thank you.

"You're welcome."

"Junior brother, what?"
Chapter completed!