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Chapter 188: Burial

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Wuming stood at the forefront, turned his head and looked at Xu Lang and asked, "How do we act next?"

Xu Lang sneered: "No, they should have known the news that we arrived at Taohua Village. Since they are waiting for us so urgently, they should guide us on how to act."

Listening to Xu Lang's eloquent words, Wuming and others were a little confused, but looked at Xu Lang as if they were confident, they were too tired to ask more, and stood at the intersection and waited.

At this intersection, there are countless peach trees on both sides, and a wide path is directly in front of it, but it is bumpy, and at any time the heavy rain last night, the road is muddy at this time.

And Xu Lang and others have stood here for half an hour, and the others can't wait.

He began to doubt whether Xu Lang's judgment had made an error, but he couldn't help but see Xu Lang standing upright, and he didn't dare to speak.

Xu Lang looked at his watch. It was now seven forty in the evening, twenty minutes before eight.

Looking up at the sky, today is the moon star is sparse, it is a rare good weather, especially after the rain, the sky is clear and the clouds are clear and the wind is refreshing.

Xu Lang said quietly: "They are coming."

Hearing this, Wuming and others suddenly came to their spirits, and got ready one by one.

Wuming stood beside Xu Lang, looking at the intersection ahead, without saying a word. Remember URL

Xu Lang said softly: "Everything goes with the trend, first stay in Taohua Village and see what their purpose is!"

Wuming nodded.

At this moment, Wuming suddenly changed his expression, became vigilant, and said to the rear: "Come!"

After he finished saying this, two limping figures supporting each other appeared on the dirt road ahead.

Xu Lang squinted his eyes slightly and saw the visitor clearly.

They are two old people who seem to be getting older. The front face full of age spots looks 70 or 80 years old, with a dying wind, but full of energy, leaning on a wooden walking stick, and wearing a gray coarse cloth. , The temples and hair are all white.

And behind him, there is one who looks a little younger than him, but there are also people in their sixties, with a lot of sharp legs and feet, not much flesh, and a lean body. At this time, he is standing at the back right of the old man, holding his arm, Slowly walked towards Xu Lang and others.

Xu Lang made a secret gesture, and Rong Chuan and others nodded their heads understandingly, which meant being vigilant.

The two old men finally came to Xu Lang's front at this time. The old man in the front had a glimmer of old eyes, and they looked at Xu Lang with full energy.

Afterwards, the sagging face turned slightly, like a smile, and then nodded.

He opened his mouth and said hoarsely: "Since it's here, let's go with us."

After saying this, he didn't wait for Xu Lang to speak, he turned around and walked backwards, and the thin old man who was supporting him gave Xu Lang and others a deep look, but did not speak, and then left. go with.

Xu Lang frowned, shook his head to Wuming, and said softly, "Follow him."

A group of people just followed the old man with a stick in this way. The road was very difficult to walk, and Xu Lang's trouser legs were covered with mud.

But he saw sharply that the shoes and trouser legs of the old man with the walking stick were as clean as ever, without the slightest muddy. With his eyes and legs and feet of his age, he just saw that walking was a problem, and he accurately avoided all puddles.

Xu Lang frowned, somewhat wondering what was going on in this situation.

Wuming winked at Xu Lang at this time, and Xu Lang's heart was stunned. This was a warning.

He once again set his sights on the old man with the stick, the nameless meaning that this person is very dangerous.

But Xu Lang took a closer look and found that he was a dying old man, and he couldn't see where the danger came from!

At this moment, Xu Lang and the rest of the performers suddenly heard the sound of a musical instrument in front of them, and it was an instrument that had never been heard before, and even the music they played had never heard of.

But Xu Lang can faintly feel that the rhythm is a bit whimpering and screaming...

Funeral!

This is funeral music for the dead!

Someone died? A funeral in progress

But why did it officially start when the executors arrive

There were 10,000 doubts in Xu Lang's mind, but it seemed that the old man with crutches in front of him did not turn his head to explain. Others also heard the movement in front of him, and they couldn't help whispering one by one.

Rong Chuan swallowed, and craned his neck to look forward. He knew that there were evil spirits in Taohua Village, and people died at this time.

They caught up with this kind of thing as soon as they entered the village, which can be said to be unlucky!

Xu Lang had already inferred in his heart, and now he felt that way.

No wonder the mission clearly stipulates that they must arrive at Taohua Village before eight o'clock. It turns out that they want to participate in this funeral!

Xu Lang nodded at the crowd, signaled to relax, and winked Wuming again.

The two of them glanced at each other tacitly, did not speak, and continued to walk.

Not long after, a simple, but cold mourning hall filled the eyes of the performers.

This is a small mourning hall built on the side of the road. The outer frame is made of pure black fabric. Above the main entrance is a big white and black word "Lien" written on it, and a pair is hung on the wooden stakes on the left and right sides. Elegy couplet, "The grief is hard to turn the clouds to live, the crying sounds follow the wild cranes."

This is a very common mourning hall decoration in rural areas. Although Xu Lang has not seen it with his own eyes, he has also heard about it.

Facing south, it is located at the intersection. There is a table in the middle of the mourning hall. There is a portrait of an old man who looks more than seventy years old. Unlike on TV, this is a hand-drawn drawing, but the picture is extremely fresh. live.

The old man had a long beard, kind eyebrows, and a smile on his face, but Xu Lang looked in his eyes and looked around, always feeling that the posthumous photograph was always staring at him.

On the table are some yellow paper candles and ingots. Behind the table is a large black coffin. The surface of the coffin is shiny and new under the light of the dim yellow candles.

In the surrounding mourning hall, there are no people at all, let alone the filial sons and grandsons Pi Ma Dai Xiao, but the helpers, three or two gangs, Xu Lang always feels something is wrong in his heart when he looks at it like this.

At this time, Wuming came to him and whispered to his ears: "There is no young man here!"

A word made Xu Langmaosai start, yes, looking around, there are probably more than ten people near the mourning hall, but it seems that the lowest is fifty years old. I want to see a young and middle-aged person, but there is no one at all!

Xu Lang once again set his gaze on the spiritual position, "Chen Huanxi"...

Sure enough, the last name is Chen!

Huang Hui and Gu Chunxia were standing at the door of the mourning hall at this time, and they were already afraid to come out.

Upon entering the mission, they saw the dead and the mourning hall at the first sight. Their fear of evil spirits was difficult to overcome. Now the weird and cold environment has become more terrifying.

The weird music around makes the surrounding environment extremely cold.

Xu Lang suddenly pricked his ears and couldn't help looking towards the sky. Three or two crows flew from nowhere, and fell on the shed of the mourning hall.

He immediately thought of the previously mentioned legend of crows eating rotting.

But this time, the crow did not circle around the mourning hall, but after circling a few times on the roof, wailed twice, and a lump of white excrement dropped precisely onto the coffin!

And just as it was about to drip onto the coffin, a pair of old, dry palms suddenly stretched out from nowhere, and suddenly took the feces in his hands.

Xu Lang's eyes were dim, he didn't even see where this person got out of.

The person then slowly walked out from the back of the mourning hall, facing the moonlight, Xu Lang began to look at it.

Wearing a different dress from the others, a black robe, more like an ancient dress, holding a cup in his hand, holding it in his hand smoothly, without any shaking even when he walks.

It seems to be about seventy years old, with white hair and white beard, if it weren't for the sharp-mouthed monkey gills, it looks a bit like a fairy tale.

The old man coughed, took out the handkerchief from his arms, wiped the feces, and then yelled at the helpers around him, "How did you do things, almost let the crow dung fall on the top of the coffin, this It's a taboo!"

The rest of the people looked older than him, but they looked respectful towards him, nodding and bowing one by one: "Sorry, Uncle Chen, it was our negligence."

Uncle Chen...

Xu Lang thought in his heart, it seems that this Uncle Chen has a lot of prestige in the village, but judging from his style, he should be very familiar with funeral rituals.

I saw Uncle Chen, turning his gaze on Xu Lang and the others, then looked at the old man with a stick, and whispered: "The village chief, the hour is here, and Chen Huanxi's burial ceremony can begin."

It turns out that he is the village head...

The village chief looked around and said with a hoarse voice: "Huanxi, I have no children in my life. I don't know who is willing to preside over the funeral for him?"

But several people around looked at each other, and they didn't speak.

Xu Lang couldn't understand. If the funeral was extremely important to Taohua Village, why didn't you see any young people attending, all of them were old people who were going to be old

At this time, Uncle Chen said quietly from the side: "If the funeral can't go on, the village will be chaotic, so everyone can't stay..."

This sentence seemed to be addressed to the village chief, but it didn't seem like that in Xu Lang's ears.

Uncle Chen seemed to be referring to something else, he immediately understood after a little thought, this was forcing a few of them to officially participate in the funeral!

If you don't participate, you will be driven out of the village.

The executors were not fools. Of course, they heard the unfamiliar words of Uncle Chen. At this time, they looked at each other and didn't know what to do, so they had to focus on Xu Lang.

Xu Lang frowned tightly. Since entering Taohua Village, everything looked strange, especially this funeral, as if waiting for the executors to preside over it!

The Taohua villagers looked at the performer one by one, their eyes faintly in the dark, like a hungry wolf.

Xu Lang was extremely entangled in his heart. Looking at the cold and strange environment around him, he had a deep hunch, as if once he participated in the funeral, he would completely fall into the endless abyss and be swallowed up in the end! (End of this chapter)