“Yu Nian!” Uncle Wang rushed to the hanged corpse. He climbed onto the stool under the corpse and reached out to move the corpse down. However, the rope was too tight, so tight that it was sinking into the flesh. Uncle Wang struggled for a long time to remove it. He held Han Yunian, whose face was pale and grim, and shouted to the players below: “What are you guys doing? Come and move him down!!!”
His voice was so excited that the corpse he was holding shook slightly with the vibration of the tone.
Han Yunian's neck was broken completely, as if the bones inside were broken, and only the outer layer of skin kept his head connected to his body.
As the corpse trembled, the head shook slightly, and the bloodshot eyes seemed to sweep across every silent player with the last fear of life.
All the players stood silently in the mourning hall, watching this familiar scene quietly. It was almost the same conversation, except that the names of the dead players among them had changed.
Ji Ke, Lin Yun and Tang Ning, the three players who had seen another side of Uncle Wang, felt even more weird and terrified.
Tang Ning stared at the hemp rope on Uncle Wang's ankle. He had clearly tied the rope there in the first place, but he tied it too loosely, so did the rope come loose
"What's wrong with you guys? Yu Nian is your brother after all! You are just doing that over there, are you human beings?!" Uncle Wang accused anxiously and sadly, "How can such a young person be like Master Tang and leave without thinking?"
As he shouted, a group of villagers came in one after another. They were like the most common group of people in the countryside who loved to make noise. They commented on Han Yunian's death. Some said, "It's such a pity that he died so young." Others said, "I don't know if he had a mother-in-law or left any descendants for them." All kinds of discussions buzzed in the mourning hall, like flies circling around a rotten corpse.
Tang Ning felt a little dizzy after hearing this. He took a small step back in panic and bumped into someone's arms.
"Cough cough." A sick cough sounded behind Tang Ning.
All the whispers suddenly disappeared at this moment. It was quiet so quickly, as if an invisible glass cover suddenly covered the buzzing fly.
Ji Lianyun walked out from behind Tang Ning and stood beside her. He slowly raised his head and looked at Han Yunian, who was hanging himself. A trace of sadness appeared on his haggard face. He sighed softly, "It's such a pity for such a young person to die."
When he spoke these words of compassion, his tone was light and his face did not show much emotion, making him seem cold and indifferent for no reason.
Uncle Wang, who was shouting in grief, also quieted down and stood on a chair looking at Ji Lianyun quietly.
"Aren't you going to help?" Ji Lianyun asked the other players.
Lin Yun and Ji Ke were shocked when he glanced at them, and they immediately stepped forward to help Uncle Wang take down Han Yunian's body.
Ji Lianyun stood weakly beside Tang Ning, watching them deal with the remains like an outsider. Under his gaze, Uncle Wang remained quiet from beginning to end.
Those kind-hearted villagers didn't say much this time. They silently and efficiently placed Han Yunian's body on the wooden bed. After all, Han Yunian did not prepare a coffin for himself, so they could only put him on the wooden bed and cover him with a white cloth.
I saw a wooden board next to the dark coffin, and a stiff human figure was outlined with white cloth. Two people died in the same way in a short period of time, and lay in the same place. Such a weird and absurd scene did not attract any villagers' fear or weirdness, as if it was natural.
Everyone seemed to be following a set procedure, very skillfully.
It was obviously the sickly young man who brought about all these changes.
He calmly stood beside Tangning and put his arm around her waist in an extremely intimate manner. As he looked at the two players, Lin Guijing and Han Ankang, Ji Lianyun nodded and said, "Hello, I'm Tangning's husband, my name is Ji Lianyun."
Just as he finished speaking, there was a sudden thud sound from the table in the mourning hall. The portrait wrapped in black cloth fell from the table, bringing down the lamp in front of the coffin, and the candle flame fell over. The snow-white candle broke away from the rusty candlestick, rolled twice on the ground and went out.
A bright lamp should be placed at a person's feet or next to the coffin after death and should not be extinguished before burial, implying the hope that the dead person can be resurrected.
The bright light went out at this moment, which was obviously not a good sign.
"Where did this evil wind come from?" A villager muttered in a low voice. He spoke very quietly, as if he was afraid of being heard by someone. But speaking in such a quiet environment, it was obvious that he was afraid that others would not hear him. "What bad luck!"
Ji Lianyun did not react and stood quietly in the mourning hall. Then the suppressed voices gradually faded away, and someone shouted, "Go and light the lamp!"
"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and everything will be fine!"
Lin Guijing, who was closest to the house, was given matches by the kind-hearted villagers. Lin Guijing looked around, especially at the bright sun outside. All his teammates were there, including the foreign aid NPC...
Thinking of this, Lin Guijing couldn't help but look at his teammates again. Seeing them nod slightly, he felt a little more confident. He took a deep breath, straightened the portrait and the lamp that had fallen to the ground, and then he picked up the match and struck it, creating a faint flame.
He held his breath, and before the flame on the match went out, he quickly moved the wick of the lamp close to the match. This time the lamp was lit, and Lin Guijing breathed a sigh of relief.
The exhaled foul air fell on the wick, and the flame, which had just been lit, suddenly went out.
"Alas, this young man is really ignorant. How can he sigh in such a situation?"
"It's unlucky, it's really too unlucky!"
"How can it not be unlucky? Another young person in my family died by hanging! You say this is the cause of the trouble!"
"Tsk tsk tsk, as for me, it's obviously Master Tang who's angry. What's the point of loving his grandson so much? It was just the first day after his death, and his own grandson didn't keep vigil, but ran off to another village to get married. If I were Master Tang, even if I died, I would be so angry that I would crawl out of the coffin!"
"… Who says it's not true! If I were in the same situation as this person, I would also hang myself!"
Whispers could be heard all around, with people pointing fingers at Tang Ning. Even when Ji Lianyun looked up at them, the villagers continued to chatter and accuse her.
Tang Ning was extremely nervous after hearing what he said. He looked at the black and white photo of the deceased. Tang Xianheng's sunken eyes looked slightly gloomy, and his gaze met with Tang Ning's as he stood in the center of the mourning hall.
Maybe it was because he had heard too much of the villagers' discussions, but Tang Ning seemed to be genuinely unhappy in those eyes.
Lin Guijing walked up to Tangning with a matchbox in hand and whispered, "Come here."
Tang Ning had previously taken care of the remains of Tang Xianheng, who refused to shut up. This time, no one was more suitable than him to light the match.
Tang Ning took the matchbox and walked towards the bright light step by step. Tang Xianheng in the portrait had his eyes wide open, as if he was looking at Tang Ning through the glass.
Tang Ning looked a little flustered and tried to ignore the portrait on the memorial table. He didn't light the match properly the first time and no sparks came out. The second time, Tang Ning quickly rubbed it sideways, "Squeak~"
A faint orange-red flame lit up. Tang Ning quickly moved the match to the candle. Perhaps because he moved too fast, the flame went out immediately.
Tang Ning picked up the third match. This time he learned from his experience and moved the wick of the lamp next to the match. However, before the two came into contact with each other, the weak flame suddenly went out again.
There was no wind in the room.
Maybe the matches are of poor quality.
When Tang Ning picked up the fourth match and prepared to light another one, he suddenly felt a chill on his back. Goose bumps crawled up the back of his neck. He looked up in a daze and saw that everyone around him was looking at him with some fear, or to be more precise, looking at what was behind him.
Tang Ning was facing Tang Xianheng's coffin and was stunned for a moment. He remembered that there was nothing behind him.
Just added a new thing.
The hand holding the match was trembling slightly. Tang Ning turned around with a tingling scalp and went to the wooden bed behind him. The white cloth covering Han Yunian's face had fallen down without anyone noticing.
Perhaps it was because the bones in the neck were no longer fixed, and the head that was originally in the correct position tilted limply towards Han Ankang. His mouth was wide open like Tang Xianheng's before. If there was any wind, it could only come out of his mouth.
The match almost fell from Tang Ning's hand. Tang Ning took a step back, his heart seemed to jump out of his throat.
"Hey, who's going to shut his mouth?" "You all have the surname Han, you're closer to him, right?" A villager shouted to Han Ankang, "Go talk to your brother and tell him to shut up."
At this moment, Han Ankang encountered the same situation as Tang Ning before. There was no one to replace him. Although his face was embarrassed, he did not refuse. Under the gaze of everyone, he walked to Han Yunian's body and reached out to help his teammate tidy up his appearance.
With Han Ankang standing between Tang Ning and Han Yunian, Tang Ning's numbness on his back eased a little. He took the match to light the lamp again, but this time the match wouldn't light.
If he encountered this kind of thing in real life, Tang Ning would just think that he bought a box of low-quality matches, but the key point was that he was now in a supernatural copy.
The 14-inch black-and-white portrait of the deceased was right next to him. The gloomy-looking man stared at him intently. There was a buzz of conversation coming from all around, with people saying things like "unfilial descendants" and "shouldn't get married".
Tang Ning held the matches stiffly, the muscles on the side of his neck unconsciously tensed. When he took out a new match with difficulty and was about to light a fire, a slender hand took away Tang Ning's matchbox and matches.
Ji Lianyun stood in front of Tang Ning. He lowered his eyes and lightly struck the match, and a flame popped out.
He placed the match next to the wick, and the flame suddenly swelled up. The flames twisted in the air and touched the black cloth on the portrait, and with a sizzling sound, the entire altar was burned!
Everyone was in a daze when the flames started rising, until someone screamed in surprise when the flames were about to burn the photos!
“What are you doing?!”
“What a sin!”