It is a taboo to let the coffin fall to the ground, and people were whispering around.
The eight coffin bearers sweated profusely as they changed the rope, but when the eight people tried to lift the coffin together, they just couldn't lift it.
The discussion in the funeral procession was getting louder and louder. Some people scolded the coffin bearers for only taking money and not working hard. A young coffin bearer was impatient and retorted to the person who was making sarcastic remarks: "You do it! See if you can lift such a heavy thing-"
Before he could finish his complaint, he was stopped by the elderly pall bearer.
When carrying a coffin, it is taboo to say words like "heavy" or "heavy".
The older coffin bearer said something to the eldest brother of the Lu family. The eldest brother of the Lu family looked very unhappy. He then found eight young and strong men from the funeral procession, making a total of sixteen people to bear the coffin.
This time, after lifting it up and taking a few steps, the rope broke again.
The dull thud of "bang" struck everyone's heart. All those who came to help carry the coffin were frightened and refused to help anymore.
In the end, the Lu family had to give up the local traditional way of carrying the coffin for funerals. They asked someone to carry the coffin into the hearse and drove it all the way to the funeral home for cremation.
Tang Ning sat in the accompanying motorcade and secretly called Boss Hao to tell him about the unusual funeral procession. Boss Hao comforted Tang Ning and told him to see him off all the way and to take a handful of soil from Lu Yingxing's grave after the burial, so as to avert this disaster.
Tang Ning nodded desperately, but halfway through he realized that Boss Hao couldn't see him, so he lowered his voice and whispered in response.
Before Lu Yingxing's body was sent for cremation, everyone could bid farewell to Lu Yingxing for the last time in the farewell hall. Tang Ning, like everyone else, stood in the farewell hall which was filled with wreaths. The farewell hall was filled with mournful music and the atmosphere was solemn and sad.
For some reason, Tang Ning felt like someone was looking at him. He turned around to look at the people around him. Everyone was wearing black clothes and looking up at the portrait with either blank expressions or sad faces. No one was looking at Tang Ning.
However, the feeling of being noticed became stronger and stronger, so strong that it made Tang Ning extremely uneasy. He suspected that he was being overly nervous and took deep breaths to calm himself down.
After a while, Tang Ning got used to the creepy feeling. Like everyone else, he raised his head and looked at Lu Yingxing's black and white portrait.
In the photo, Lu Yingxing had no expression on his face. His dark eyes stared straight at Tangning. He was dressed in a formal suit and did not have the frivolous temperament that Tangning had in mind. He was so cold that he seemed like a completely different person.
Looking at the portrait surrounded by white chrysanthemums, Tang Ning felt as if he was in another world.
The mourning was finally over and the staff took Lu Yingxing's body away for cremation. Tang Ning breathed a sigh of relief, but before he turned around and left, he still couldn't shake off the feeling of being stared at.
Tang Ning couldn't help but turn around. He didn't see anyone staring at him. There was only a photo of Lu Yingxing hanging behind him.
Perhaps he was under a lot of stress recently, so he was suspicious of everything. Tang Ning shook his head and walked to the left side of the hall. When he was about to leave, he looked back as if possessed by a ghost.
Under the cold light, he saw Lu Yingxing's eyes in the portrait move to the left and meet his gaze.
Tang Ning's muscles tensed instantly, and he suspected that he was seeing things. He rubbed his eyes and looked at the portrait again. Lu Yingxing's eyes returned to the center.
It was indeed an illusion.
Tangning stepped out of the door, and the cold gaze crawled up his spine like a venomous snake. Tangning told himself not to let his imagination run wild, but he couldn't help but turn his head back.
He saw that Lu Yingxing in the portrait slowly opened the corners of his lips and gave him a weird smile!
At that moment, a shuddering coldness surged from the soles of his feet to his head. Tang Ning's scalp exploded and he broke out in a cold sweat on the spot!
Tangning hurriedly ran out of the farewell hall, trying to get rid of the portrait. He ran to a place where the portrait could not see him, trembling, and took out his phone to call Boss Hao. After listening to his unstable plea for help, Boss Hao calmly said, "It's okay. As long as you worship him well as I say, nothing will go wrong."
Only after receiving assurances from Boss Hao did Tang Ning manage to calm down.
Next, Tang Ning and the funeral procession sent Lu Yingxing's urn to the cemetery, which was very close to the villa area. While climbing the mountain, Tang Ning kept Boss Hao's instructions in mind and looked back every seven steps. After Lu Yingxing was buried, Tang Ning wanted to get a handful of soil from the grave, but the cemetery was built too well and was surrounded by tiles. The only place to get soil was the place where green plants were grown next to the grave.
Because we need to take the soil, we have to wait until everyone leaves.
Tang Ning waited for nearly an hour. Everyone else left one after another, except Lu Junchi who was still standing in front of the tomb.
Lu Junchi looked more haggard than he did yesterday, with dark stubble that had not been trimmed clean. He was wearing a black suit, black bow tie, and black leather shoes. The depressing black color shone from head to toe, and his whole body exuded a deep sorrow.
"Tangning." Lu Junchi looked at Lu Yingxing's grave and said slowly, "There are some things I don't know if Yingxing has told you. I don't think he has. Although he seems to be a talkative person, he keeps some secrets better than anyone else."
Tang Ning was a little confused.
"During the time when you and Ying Xing had an argument, Ying Xing encountered a series of strange things. When he was sleeping at night, he would hear a strange woman crying. Even if he wore earplugs and noise-canceling headphones, he couldn't block out the sound. It seemed like it was ringing in his mind."
"When he was taking the elevator, the elevator door opened for no reason, closed for no reason, and then he heard the elevator overload notice."
"He was taking a shower in the bathroom, and the water coming out of the shower was red. He was a boy with short hair, but the pipes in his home were often blocked by his long black hair."
"They are probably just ordinary little things in life. When he first told me about it, I thought he was just being frivolous. After all, you know he is a very unruly person."
"Later, I went to his rental house to look for him. I saw him strangling himself with his hands. He looked like he wanted to strangle himself to death." Lu Junchi whispered, "Tangning, don't you think it's weird? How could a person strangle himself to death?"
Tangning stared at Lu Junchi blankly. His next words sent chills down his spine, "But he almost died right in front of me."
"I took him to the hospital for a checkup, but it didn't work. Later, I consulted some masters, but they didn't work either. Then Ying Xing broke up with you on the phone. I watched him make that call, and his voice was smiling at you the whole time, but do you know?"
“He was laughing and crying the whole time.”
Tang Ning was stunned. As Lu Junchi continued to narrate, a chilling feeling of torn apart corpses and bones came from between the lines. The eerie smiling portrait in the farewell hall seemed to appear before his eyes. If that portrait could shed tears of blood, it would surely be crying while smiling.
Lu Junchi continued: "Ying Xing told me that he didn't want to involve you in such a weird thing."
"After a while, maybe the new master you found was really good and he got rid of these things. Unfortunately, you got a new boyfriend at that time, and your relationship with him ended."
"I have no purpose in telling you these things. He is already dead, and his ashes will return to ashes. I just don't want his feelings for you to be buried in the ground like dust."
After Lu Junchi finished speaking, he turned and left, leaving Tang Ning standing alone in the cemetery.
The wind blew through the empty cemetery, making a faint whimper. Even though it was broad daylight, Tang Ning felt a chill in his heart.
Is Lu Yingxing's obsession with him
So you won’t leave even if you die
Tang Ning was extremely nervous, not to mention that the next thing he had to do was to take soil from the grave.
If he was the "Tang Ning" in the copy, he might be moved by his ex-boyfriend's deep affection, but Tang Ning had no feelings for Lu Yingxing. The most he felt was guilt. He suddenly learned of so much affection, and he felt that the heavy weight of this friendship was suffocating him.
"I, I will definitely burn more paper for you in the future." Tang Ning said in a panicked voice. He spoke some incoherent words of apology, then opened his handbag and took out a small shovel and a plastic bag. He then took the soil stealthily like a thief. The moment he took the soil, the feeling of being stared at spread throughout his body again.
Tang Ning knew that there was also a photo of Lu Yingxing on the tombstone.
Is Lu Yingxing in this photo also looking at him with sidelong eyes? Is there a weird smile on his pale face? Will tears of blood flow out of the photo
Tang Ning didn't want to think about this, but the more he tried not to think about it, the more he kept thinking about it.
The hand holding the shovel was shaking wildly, causing the dirt to spill out. Tang Ning didn't dare to look at Lu Yingxing on the tombstone. He gritted his teeth and quickly took some dirt, then closed the bag, picked it up and left quickly.
In the dead silent cemetery, the sound of Tang Ning's messy footsteps echoed.
Rustle, rustle.
Rustle, rustle.
As they walked, the sound of footsteps suddenly became strange, as if there was another person following Tang Ning.
A cool breeze blew across Tang Ning's neck, so cold that it could penetrate his skin and blow into the gaps between his bones. Tang Ning shivered, and he changed from walking to running. He heard his own hurried footsteps, bang bang bang, bang bang bang, and after his speeding footsteps, there was another sound that followed him like a shadow.
That thing started running too!
The soles of Tang Ning's feet were icy cold, as if something was stepping on his heels with every step.
What should I do? What should I do!
His heartbeat kept speeding up, so fast that it seemed like it was going to jump out of his chest. Tang Ning ran until he was almost out of breath. His legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead. As he slowed down, the cold feeling started from his heels and spread like a tide, catching up with Tang Ning's body little by little.
It was an extremely familiar feeling, just like when he went to the community to look for Lao Liu, and he jumped down the stairs carrying Lu Yingxing's body, and it was just as cold as it was now.
With his vision blurred by cold sweat, Tang Ning saw an old man walking out of the forest next to the cemetery. He was an old man wearing a Zhongshan suit. He shouted at him with a stern face, "No running in the cemetery!"
When the old man appeared, the cold feeling receded like a tide. Tang Ning stopped, feeling dizzy and almost collapsed to the ground.
The old man walked up to Tang Ning and patted her shoulders.
Tangning had little strength to begin with, but after being slapped a few times by the old man, he suddenly felt refreshed, as if he had come back to life. He heard the old man in front of him coldly say, "Next time, run slower, don't let your soul escape!"
Although this old man looked unkind, Tang Ning felt that he was the kindest man in the world. He quickly asked, "Old man, can I go down the mountain with you?"
The old man nodded.
Tang Ning walked down the mountain side by side with the other person. He found that the old man had very nimble legs and walked very fast. The moment he reached the exit of the cemetery, the old man stopped.
Tangning was stunned for a moment. She turned around and saw the old man walking towards the cemetery. "Are you not coming with me?"
The old man said seriously: "I am the gravekeeper here."