Bai Huo folded a few paper money for the dead and put them into his sleeve.
Su Qingyu reminded: "You dare to take this ghost money? It is stained with red rain, be careful of contamination."
He stood under the tree and said, "This is the payment for us to bear the coffin. It is safe within the scope allowed by the rules.
Miss Su, the Red Organization has huge expenses and supports many people. As a leader, I naturally have to be frugal. "
These words were said with a hint of bitterness.
Every time Bai Huo went out, the funds he obtained from the organization for his activities were very limited.
He is at a high level and has the right to approve more things for himself, but he never does that. The rules are signed by him personally and he will take the lead in abiding by them.
Su Qingyu caught a piece of paper money floating down from the sky.
She turned the paper money over and observed it, and said, "This paper money is real. Be careful when you collect it. Try to pick paper money that is relatively dry and has not been exposed to rain."
"I will."
Su Qingyu raised her hand again and ordered, "Yingluo, hold an umbrella for the lone seedling of the Monkey God Tree."
"Yes, master." Green vines grew from Yingluo's right hand, then wrapped around the tree stump, turning into a huge, thick leaf to protect the seedling underneath.
Red raindrops fell on the leaves, seeping into the texture of the trees like blood, making a faint dripping sound.
“Kachaka… Kachaka…”
Su Qingyu heard a strange noise in the darkness.
"Is it enough... clack clack... help me carry the coffin... Is it enough..."
In this overwhelming blood rain, a man was covered in a red bed sheet, his limbs were twisted, and his body joints were stiff, like a puppet that was assembled incorrectly.
No one knew whether the woman in red came here following the smell or she found them because they had accepted paper money for the dead.
The hands stretched out from the red cloth. They were the hands of a young woman. She had white wrists and slender fingertips that were gently swaying. Especially the nails, which were trimmed into a sharp shape, as if they could tear off a piece of flesh with a slight touch.
"Kakaka... Poor child, come back to your mother's arms... Kakakaka..."
“Let mommy hug you, let mommy touch you… Kakaka… Good boy… Come back soon…”
The rain formed a blood-red mist around the woman wrapped in the red sheet, shrouding her in a hazy and humid atmosphere.
"What is this?" Bai Huo was shocked.
"It's probably something from the coffin. It's really haunting and can't be thrown away." Su Qingyu recalled the rules, took out a bowl and chopsticks from the black backpack, and said to Bai Huo in a slightly faster tone: "The face of this corpse is covered with a red cloth. We need one person to knock the bowl on the spot, and one person to escape."
When they saw the rules, they prepared a bowl in everyone's bag.
Otherwise, it would be impossible to find a porcelain bowl in this remote place.
“Bai Huo, let’s work together. I’ll knock the bowl first, and while I’m knocking the bowl, you go search under the Monkey God Tree to see if there are any clues. If not, turn around and leave immediately.
After you have walked a certain distance, you will be responsible for knocking the bowl, and I will walk towards you, and the two of us will knock back and forth like this, and both of us will be able to escape."