The old man who was holding out his hand to stop the van was dressed in plain clothes, and came towards the van with four burly young men. His face was serious, as if the visitor was not friendly.
Just as Lin Yan was about to open the door, Ayan reached out from the back seat to grab him, and said softly, "Wait."
"Mojin pays attention to 'look, hear and ask'. This, this 'ask', to put it bluntly, is to use various means to deceive the news."
Lin Yan nodded, watching the old man approaching, his mind was spinning fast, and suddenly he was stimulated by the words of the profiteer painter before: "We are reporters now, and we will follow my words to make up after we get off the car later. , Be professional."
While talking, the old man had already arrived in front of the car, knocked hard on the window, Lin Yan opened the car door, and five people came out in a file, just as he guessed, as soon as he got out of the car, the strong man who followed the old man took the lead in pushing him politely Ba: "Which household are you looking for? Our village does not welcome guests today."
Lin Yan ignored the strong man, put on a routine smile, took out his ID card and showed it to the old man, and said politely: "Hello, we are the reporter team of "Into History", I heard that our village Inherited from the Ming Dynasty to the present, it is one of the very few surviving old families, and I wanted to interview the stories in your village, but it seems that I came at an unlucky time."
As he spoke, he took out a work card from his wallet, which was actually a temporary access card used during the last archaeological practice. The title of the XX Institute of Archaeology in China is very formal, and the ID photo, name, school and other information are attached.
When the old man took it to look at it, Lin Yan kept praying that he would not find out that the validity period had expired. After all, the people in the village were simple. Seeing that the name on the work card and the ID card were the same, the old man's expression relaxed a bit.
"You guys follow me." The strong man hooked his fingers at Lin Yan under the old man's signal, and led them to follow the team. Yin Zhou couldn't help but muttered in a low voice. Lin Yan gave a sharp warning with his eyes.
The funeral procession of more than 200 people seemed huge on the narrow village road. Seeing outsiders, the villagers in sackcloth and filial piety stopped crying and turned their heads to pay attention to the few people. Only when Lin Yan came to the head of the line did he find that the villagers had raised their hands. There are three coffins of different sizes. Except for the normal size of the front one, the length of the last two coffins is obviously shorter than that of adults. The last coffin is even less than 1.2 meters by visual inspection.
An adult and two children going to the funeral at the same time? Who is so unlucky, Lin Yan was thinking, a white-haired old man with a cane at the head of the team walked out slowly, different from the plain white of the others, he was wearing a black Tang suit with white flowers on his chest. The old man showed a majestic face, and talked with the old man who brought Lin Yan forward in dialect. Lin Yan found that the rest of the people were very respectful to the old man in black, so he guessed that he was probably the head of the village or the patriarch.
After listening to the old man's explanation, the old man in black angrily tapped the ground with his cane and began to scold him. After scolding enough, he turned his face to Lin Yan with a gloomy expression: "You guys leave immediately, don't talk about reporters, today is the president of the country. It's no use either."
The mandarin of the old man has a strong local accent, which is not easy to distinguish.
Seeing Lin Yan's embarrassment, a middle-aged man next to him kindly explained: "You youngsters were not born at the right time. It is very unlucky for us to meet outsiders during the funeral here, and it will be unlucky for several years."
Lin Yan knew that even the law had to give way to folk customs in such a remote village, and there was nothing to talk about if he didn't understand the rules and was beaten up, so he apologized embarrassingly and prepared to leave. Yin Zhou was not forgiving, and said cheekily: "We came here from Beijing on purpose. We drove all night. At least give us some saliva?"
The middle-aged man cursed bad luck, spit at the bottom of Yin Zhou's feet, the otaku was so angry that he wanted to explode on the spot, Lin Yan blocked him behind his arm, and said with a smile: "We're leaving now, I'm really sorry."
When walking to the car, Yin Zhou still couldn't help roaring: "Troublemakers come out of poor mountains and rivers, and they are not small. Who are you?"
"Now, what should we do now?" the little Taoist asked.
Lin Yan actually suppressed the fire, frowned and said: "Go, find a place to park the car, aren't we just here to find the ancestor's grave? Just take a detour to catch up with them!"
Xiao Yu kept staring at the funeral procession in silence, then looked back at the coffin, and couldn't stop.
"What's wrong?" Lin Yan asked.
"Three coffins, two of them survived." Xiao Yu gently raised his chin towards a certain direction of the team, "Don't just be angry, look carefully."
Lin Yan looked suspiciously at the direction Xiao Yu indicated, and his scalp went numb, and he saw two people in the all-white team wearing bright red and purple wide-sleeved robes, and they were a middle-aged woman wearing a paper flower. There was a boy about ten years old, their faces were pale, but their cheeks and lips were artificially bright red, like heavy makeup on a dead man's face.
The two of them were actually very conspicuous in the team, but I just walked forward without realizing it.
Lin Yan's voice trembled, and he tugged at Yin Zhou: "Did you see those two people in red? A woman with a child."
Yin Zhou looked for it for a long time, and said strangely: "No, it's either white or black. Who dares to wear red for funerals, not afraid of being beaten to death by family members?"
"...You can't see it. There is only one kind of people who wear red for funerals, the dead." Lin Yan frowned, "They are wearing shrouds."
Xiao Yu shook his head: "It's not counted, it's just a 'living soul' that is temporarily separated from the body, just like me back then, it can still be saved now, if it takes a long time...it's not good."
A Yan also understood at this time, and asked Lin Yan: "Are their feet on the ground or are they floating?"
"Stepping on the ground is almost like a living person."
"Yes, yes, it is only the soul with resentment that walks on the ground. The two people you mentioned died before the end of their lives, and the soul reluctantly followed behind their coffin."
Before Lin Yan could answer, Xiao Yu grabbed his wrist and said in a deep voice, "Help me."
The anger just now was swept away, and his thinking was exceptionally clear. Lin Yan shook his head and said calmly, "Don't worry, I'll find a way to ask first."
The five people followed the funeral procession for a while and entered the interior of Duanjia Village. This kind of place with the surname as the village name is generally quite distinctive. , This formed a mighty team. The rest of the people were embarrassed to just stay in the house, so they stood at the gates of each house in black and white clothes to watch the procession. From time to time, someone would stuff one or two banknotes into the hands of the funeral bearers, which meant to bring blessings to the deceased, and also for the deceased. The family asked for blessings. At this time, the mourners had to kowtow. Amidst the wailing and suona, some people knelt down as if inserting candles. The procession moved very slowly.
Compared to the rudeness of the funeral procession, the spectators were much more kind. Lin Yan went up to greet a few aunts who were talking by the side of the road, and brought back news after a while.
"Everyone is talking about it. We guessed it right. The old man in black at the front is the village chief, and the deceased is his daughter-in-law, grandson and granddaughter. They were hanged on the beam of the house for no apparent reason seven days ago. No wonder he Such a bad temper."
Yin Zhou opened his eyes wide: "Three people hanged together, so miserable? Suicide?"
Lin Yan nodded: "What's more, the family has had problems for a long time. Three years ago, the village chief's daughter-in-law was eight months pregnant. Her husband was doing farm work in the field. A few hoes dug out a wild grave and opened a Seeing that there was a wet corpse of a woman who had been dead for many years, the man saw that the coffin was unlucky, so he burned it. From this day on, his seven-year-old son cried every day, saying that there was a woman riding on the coffin. Daddy's neck."
"Two months later, the village chief's daughter-in-law gave birth to a daughter, and the little boy at home cried even harder, saying that the younger sister was the woman riding on his father's neck. The baby girl was born in poor health, and the boy was sick all day long. It was the girl's third birthday seven days ago, and the family wanted to be lively, but not long after dinner, the boy, girl and the village head's daughter-in-law were all hanged on the beams of their house."
A Yan frowned even more, pinched her fingers, and said softly: "It turns out that a debt collector was reincarnated. This matter is not over yet, and within seven days, this family will be wiped out."
Yin Zhou turned pale when he heard this: "It's so scary, what should we do now?"
Lin Yan cracked his knuckles and said, "If you grab a coffin, you can save one."
"Fuck, there are at least two hundred of them! Are we cosplaying Huang Jiguang or Dong Cunrui today?"
"Listen to my arrangement, everyone split up." Lin Yan ignored Yin Zhou: "Ayan, there are dead bodies and living souls, maybe five minutes for you, is it enough?"
"Yes, it should work."
"Xiao Yu..." Before Lin Yan could finish, Xiao Yu smiled: "I know, don't worry."
"Ache, use the majesty of the Great Immortal Fox to hold back the team for as long as possible." Ache rolled his eyes, turned into a fox body with a "chi" sound, and wagged his tail.
Lin Yan turned his face to Yin Zhou, pointed at himself, and pointed at him again. With the tacit understanding of being the devil king for many years, Yin Zhou wailed in despair: "Isn't it, we are the two of you again?"
When everything was ready, the five of them quietly waited for the strong labor carrying the coffin to pass through the densest area of bungalows and walk up a narrow path lined with wormwood on both sides. Lin Yan made a gesture to the fox who had been waiting in the grass for a long time. Che walked arrogantly to the middle of the road, sat on his hind legs and did not move.
The village is closed, and the villagers are in awe of foxes, weasels and other animals. They call them immortals. When Ah Che blocked the way, the funeral procession had to stop and wait for the fox to leave.
Unexpectedly, the fox didn't leave for a long time. The villagers put the coffin on the ground, and couldn't help whispering seeing the fox's human nature. In the end, the village head had no choice but to come forward in person. As soon as he stepped out of the team, Ah Che jumped up into the air and rushed to the village head's shoulder with lightning speed. He opened his fox mouth and let out a crisp human voice: "I In the eleventh year of Qianlong's reign, the Venerable Linghu of Jin County was ordered to capture the female ghost, and those who had nothing to do with it quickly retreated."
The team was startled all of a sudden, the people in the front row who heard the voice were all confused, the old people knelt down and kowtowed one after another, being led by the old people, the young people didn't dare to neglect, they huffed and surrounded Ah Che and the village chief, Kowtowing like pounding garlic, the people in the back row didn't know what happened and wanted to squeeze forward anxiously.
Three coffins were exposed in the gaps in the crowd.
Lin Yan and Yin Zhou exchanged glances: "Open the little boy in the middle first."
"Now! Go!"
It was too late and then quickly, the three of them divided into two ways to outflank the left and right, and rushed towards the coffin. Before everyone could react, Lin Yan had already rushed to the side of the coffin. Just opened it, and there was indeed a boy about ten years old lying inside. His body had not been exposed for seven days, and his appearance was no different from that of the living except for the purple constriction on his neck.
Lin Yan picked up the child and ran towards the grassy field on the right.
The crowd became agitated, and only heard a shout: "Someone is robbing the coffin!"
"Chasing, chasing!", "Hit!"
Lin Yan couldn't run fast with the boy's body in his arms. Seeing that the villagers were about to pounce on him, Yin Zhou rushed towards the densest crowd and plunged into it. He bumped into five or six people in succession. Funeral etiquette is the most important thing. How can outsiders be tolerated to blaspheme the dead? Immediately, fists and shoe soles rained down on Yin Zhou.
"I'm so sick of it, Lin Zi, hurry up, your bones are about to break!"
Almost at the same time, Xiao Yu dragged the boy's soul to arrive. Lin Yan laid the body flat on the grass. A Yan, who had been preparing for a long time, took out the dagger without any hesitation, and pierced the body's Xinyang, Huiding, and Dantian in sequence. , Zu Yang, titled the head, fixed the seven veins, black blood gushed out from the seven places, a yellow talisman spontaneously ignited without fire, the fire was dazzling, the boy's soul slowly sank, and became one with the body.
Strange to say, the seven veins that keep gushing blood are like glue, and like seven steel nails nailing the flimsy soul to death in the body, the yellow talisman is completely stained, Ayan put her finger into the boy and called out: "I'm breathing, wait a little longer!"
The villagers were beating Yin Zhouhao violently. You pushed and shoved me into a mess, and only heard the farmer wailing. Lin Yan was anxious, and asked Ayan: "Why are you still awake?"
"One more minute, one more minute! Hold on!" The little Taoist's face turned pale.
Lin Yan couldn't wait any longer, turned around and ran for a while, followed by rushing into the chaotic army of the funeral procession, and even took several punches for Yin Zhou, one of the old punches hit the temple, and he was unconscious for a long time. His face was scratched with blood on the grass, and several mouthfuls of mud were poured into his mouth. A strong man lifted his foot and kicked Lin Yan in the chest. did not come.
When he opened his eyes, he saw Xiao Yu with a fierce look in his eyes, protecting himself in front of him, simply pressing Lin Yan under him, and clawing at the heart of the nearest villager viciously with his five fingers.
"No, you can't hurt people!" Lin Yan was so frightened that he subconsciously used his arm to block it. Xiao Yu couldn't hold back his strength and scratched out five bloodstains. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and the wound was not deep.
There was a lot of shouting and beating, and all the dark faces were crowded together. Under the command of the village chief, the chaotic fists and feet rained down. It was so unsatisfactory that the village chief even went into battle and slammed down with a cane. Xiao Yu firmly held Lin Yan under him, like a female bird protecting its chicks, trying his best not to let him be violated in the slightest.
I only heard a clear boy's voice in the chaos army: "Grandpa, I'm here."
The villagers shook like the wind blowing through the wormwood like a flood gate, and they shook collectively.
The boy burst into tears, and the child's voice was clear and loud. This time, everyone could hear clearly: "Wow, stop beating, stop beating, I want to go home!"
"Yunyun, Yunyun, my precious grandson!" The village chief swung his cane and limped towards Ayan and the boy.
Following the voice of the village chief, the mob swept past Lin Yan, Xiao Yu, and Yin Zhou like a storm. Only the three of them sat on the grass like defeated soldiers. Their T-shirts were torn. Covered with bruises, although Xiao Yu would not be injured, muddy footprints were stepped on his body, his face and hair were covered with weeds, and he was in a state of distress. , which is the neatest one.
"Cough cough, fuck his grandma, he didn't read the almanac when he went out today, so he deserves it." Yin Zhou coughed violently, and spit a few mouthfuls of blood and mud on the ground.
"Does it hurt?" Xiao Yu helped Lin Yan up, staring at a bruise on his forehead distressedly.
"It doesn't hurt, it's okay." Lin Yan shook his head, Xiao Yu touched it lightly with his finger, "Hiss—" Lin Yan couldn't hold back, he took a breath, and when he looked at Xiao Yu again, he felt a little embarrassed, and gently brushed Removed the straw stuck to his hair, wiped his face with the back of his hand, just about to speak, when Xiao Yu suddenly hugged him into his arms.
"Hey, there are still so many people." Lin Yan couldn't push him away. After struggling twice, he burst out laughing, and rested his head on Xiao Yu's shoulder with peace of mind.
"Cut, show affection, no integrity, lose character." Yin Zhou gave them both a sideways glance.
Not far away from Ayan, the villagers formed a big circle, with the village chief and the boy who had been resurrected from the dead in the middle. The old man cried and cried while holding the child.
Three cobblers who had just escaped from Genghis Khan's cavalry supported each other and limped into the crowd. Lin Yan patted the village chief, pointed to the two coffins left in the middle of the road, and said weakly: "Old Duan , it’s not over, and I can save an adult.”
Only then did the village chief realize that there were still these three unlucky ghosts, and he immediately let go of his grandson, not caring about maintaining his majesty, and kept wiping away his tears with his sleeve. Leaning on crutches and pressing the grandson's shoulder with one hand, the grandfather and grandson knelt down tremblingly together.
It doesn't matter if you kneel, the more than two hundred men, women and children who came to the funeral seemed to be yelling slogans, they all knelt down, and only Lin Yan stood crookedly in the middle. It hurts everywhere like a car has been run over, and my forehead is sweating anxiously.
"Don't, don't, isn't this shortening our lifespan!" Lin Yan hadn't received such treatment before, so he had no choice but to pretend to be a TV drama line.
The old man was very measured, and immediately ordered the villagers to carry the remaining two coffins over after thanking them. After doing the same thing, the daughter-in-law soon woke up and cried with her son. There was a sudden movement in the small coffin containing the last mouthful of the girl.
"Boom, boom—" As if someone was trying to figure it out by knocking hard on the coffin wall, the villagers changed their expressions in fright.
"Why, how did she live by herself?"
The boy burst into tears: "That woman is here again, and she is looking for us again!"
The coffin lid was pushed up, revealing a small gray hand from inside, groping along the edge of the coffin.
A Yan took out a yellow talisman and was about to post it, when Xiao Yu suddenly took a step forward, blocking A Yan behind: "I'll do it."
The ghost approached the coffin step by step, his long eyebrows were frowned, his eyes were full of murderous intent, the eyes were dark blue, and his expression was extremely ferocious, so that none of the surrounding villagers dared to step forward. It was getting thicker and thicker, until the coffin was closed in it, and there was a slight "clack" sound in the throat, which was similar to a dead body, and the five fingers curled up stiffly, buckling on the coffin lid.
The little hand protruding from the coffin didn't move, and slowly retracted.
Xiao Yu raised his eyebrows, and with a crisp click, his fingers and claws sank more than an inch into the coffin, sawdust splashed everywhere, and his voice was low and sinister: "Get out soon?!"
"There is a grievance and a debtor. This family has raised you for three years, and you want to kill their whole family. You are ungrateful!"
Intermittent deep female voices came from the coffin, like whimpering and struggling, definitely not the voice of a three-year-old girl, but like a grown woman screaming with her throat tightly squeezed.
The village head's daughter-in-law was dumbfounded when she saw the battle, and she wanted to jump up while crying, but Lin Yan hugged her: "Your daughter was killed by her when she was eight months old in the mother's womb. Come and kill your family!"
Xiao Yu's hand pushed another inch into the coffin, and the soaring resentment made everyone present shiver. For a moment, the cloudy air was overwhelming, and the grass and trees were bleak, and they dipped into the coffin: "I don't know what to do, my own Stop it!"
The female charm's screams of extreme pain resounded from all around, overlapping and crisscrossing, from high pitched and sharp to hoarse and resentful, and finally there was only one line, which was almost inaudible. A puff of blue smoke rose from the coffin, and it slowly fell silent.
Everyone was stunned by this strange scene, and it took a long time to recover, but no one dared to step forward. It wasn't until Xiao Yu's black and black anger faded from his body, and he stood beside Lin Yan, that someone tremblingly stepped forward to open the coffin. Gai, unexpectedly, there was no girl's body in the coffin, only a red embroidered shoe that looked like a lotus petal.
Xiao Yu glanced at it in disgust, and said to the village chief: "Take it and bury it in the ashes, and the debt between her and your family will be settled."
Suddenly a brown-haired fox popped out of the grass, and it jumped into Xiao Yu's arms with a high spirit. It was the talking fox fairy who jumped onto the village chief's shoulder. Five people walked to the village.
Lin Yan twisted Xiao Yu's face: "You're still a scholar, and you can't be vague at all when you scold him. Will your husband spit blood out of anger?"
Xiao Yu turned his face away, pursed his lower lip and smiled very gently, just as the village chief came up with his grandson, the old man was a little out of breath after trotting for two steps, and said to Lin Yan: "You can't leave, at night the village Let's open the table, and I want to thank you all."
"By the way, what magazine are you from, do you want an interview?"
Lin Yan slapped his head, thinking that he was only busy catching ghosts and forgot his business, so he called a few people to gather together. As soon as Yin Zhou heard that there was dinner tonight, his headache and lameness recovered, and he stood side by side with Ah Che, four eyes wide open. Diliu glowed green.