On the way, an old lady turned on the battery and came over. She saw that Feng Wuli was carrying people without a helmet, and waved:
"There's a traffic policeman ahead."
I passed them by very gracefully.
The city's heroes don't need to stand in the light.
Feng Wuli tacitly followed suit and turned the front of the car to take a detour.
Wang Xilou said that he should take the test for a motorcycle driver's license. Recently, there have been many traffic police inquiries. The last time she took the test, she got the D license in one day.
Feng Wuli said that he also had a D photo.
Wang Xilou was confused: "When did you take the exam? Why didn't Master know?"
He dared not say a word.
The destination of their trip was a small, remote village in the countryside. The name of the village was Laoniu Village.
Feng Wuli drove more than sixty kilometers, the first half of which was still in the city, and the second half of which had already entered the countryside on a concrete road, and unknowingly appeared at the foot of the mountain.
The rain had long since stopped, but the sun still refused to come out.
The houses here are all residential buildings at some distance apart. New rural single-family brick houses alternate with century-old tile houses. The trees are old, the houses are old, and any ancestral hall has a history of hundreds of years.
There are telephone poles and wooden poles, and the stone steps are covered with moss and are so narrow that they can only touch the wall with outstretched arms.
The trees on the roadside were full of flowers, and the concrete floor was covered with flower corpses.
Untended weeds in the fields grew taller than people.
The navigation is not easy to find the way into the village.
Feng Wuli asked an old lady who was sheltering from the rain under the eaves of an old house how to get to Laoniu Village.
The old lady, whose face was full of wrinkles and age spots, glanced at Feng Wuli, said nothing, and showed him the way.
"Thank you, grandma."
The battery passed by the old man.
After he was far away, the old lady slowly turned her head.
There were dense age spots and loose skin hanging on her face. Her eyes were empty, staring at the back of the young man who was retreating from a distance.
Unexpectedly, the girl sitting in the back of the other car looked back at her.
The eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling met her eyes from a distance. She was obviously a beautiful woman, but it was chilling to the heart.
Wang Xi smiled contemptuously, looked away, and put his face against his precious apprentice's back again.
Wow, this laundry detergent smells so good.
The country road was difficult to drive, and the wind was driving unreasonably crookedly. Wang Xilou scolded her for a while, telling her to be nicer to her lover.
Before entering the village, you can hear the desolate and sharp suona in the distance, like weeping and complaining, with lingering sound. When the suona pauses for a while, there is a loud sound of gongs and drums.
Speaking of the South, the winds are different ten miles away, the customs are different every hundred miles away, and the funeral culture is also very different everywhere.
At this time, many guests from the village were sitting in the shed, wearing white scarves on their heads, chatting about homely matters. When they saw Feng Wuli, an unfamiliar face, they took a few more glances.
There was a goddess who stayed alone. When Feng Wuli arrived, she went out to pick her up in the rain.
At a glance, she saw that Feng Wuli was wearing a company uniform.
"The company sent you two." The goddess's name is Song Sangu. She is a young woman in her twenties. She is too young and should be a relevant person among the people.
The woman's face was bruised and swollen.
"There is a shortage of manpower. I am only a temporary worker." He showed his ID as a temporary worker.
Sister Song was about to speak but stopped.
Feng Wuli ignored her reaction: "Did you report it?"
"it's me."
"Tell me about it."
"...The old lady of the Gao family passed away yesterday, and the funeral was supposed to be normal."
She paused and looked at the elders outside and the women in the village: "But in the early hours of last night, the old lady sat up on the straw mat again."
The goddess said that the three children of the old lady kneeling in the house all saw it. When she shouted, people outside the house also came in and saw it. They were frightened to death, but not long after sitting up, they lay back down again.
"Isn't it fake death?"
"It's so damn hard," she said consciously, "I checked at the time and her spirit collapsed."
Song Sangu hesitated: "I suspect the old lady is going to freeze."
Hearing the freeze, Feng Wuli glanced at the little zombie next to him.
However, Wang Xilou had been watching the suona players outside from the beginning, wondering why they were still playing this way after hundreds of years. It was all leftover from her playing and she didn't know how to improve it.
Hey, the tune must be too high, oh, I can't even play the suona well.
She looked back and found that her little apprentice was looking at her and the goddess was also looking at her, and she coughed twice.
Then he gave the goddess a meaningful smile and shook his head slightly.
Feng Wuli knew that the zombie had just gone offline again.
He looked at San Gu: "What do you mean?"
She whispered: "This must not be buried again. It has become frozen. The evil spirit must be exterminated, and the ritual must be performed before cremating it. Otherwise, I won't be able to tell..."
"Isn't it all cremation now?"
"All the people in these ravines are buried in the ground." The goddess said, "I told his family and they suspected that I was cheating money. This is not what it is!"
Sister Song was very angry.
"Then did you collect money from them?" Wang Xilou asked.
The woman said weakly: "...can we do the service without charging money?"
Well, they didn’t want her to be buried in the old woman’s grave, and she said that she would not be able to live in peace, and that she wanted to do something and then collect money. This family was also a bad-tempered person, so they kicked her out directly.
The bruises and swelling on his face may have been caused by beatings.
"Let's take a look at the old lady's body first," Feng Wuli said.
They entered the house, where incense was burning and green smoke was lingering. There were two Eight Immortals stools in the innermost part, and a coffin was placed on the stools.
There were four middle-aged people kneeling in the room, the old lady's sons and daughters-in-law.
One of the men stood up and scolded the goddess when he saw her, and wanted to drive her out, saying that maybe she was the one responsible for his mother's trouble last night.
"We also found helpers. You are a team, right?"
Song Sangu immediately held her head to protect her face.
She had just started training, so how could she meet such a family?
She said fiercely on the outside but cold on the inside: "Gao Daqiang, if you hit me again, I will call the police!"
Gao Daqiang gave her a sharp look and then looked at Feng Wuli. This man was tall and strong. He didn't know where he came from. He was also wearing... the uniform of Tonglian Co., Ltd.?
China Telecom
Come to pull the network cable?
"Hello, Mr. Gao, your mother applied for our company's package service before she was alive. We need a confirmation of cancellation and you need to sign your name."
Gao Daqiang was obviously out of shape.
However, Feng Wuli came prepared.
He actually took out a document, which contained a whole set of deceptive documents, all of which were compiled for him by the company.
Gao Daqiang was so confused that he was dragged to sign.
He didn't even know this thing even had door-to-door service! Isn’t this just a TD reply on the mobile phone?
Moreover, his mother is over 70 years old. How come he didn’t know that his mother also had a Tencent King Card data package?
The key is that this young man has an official seal on his documents, his words are inexplicably convincing, his tone is gentle, and he is polite to others. He subconsciously does not speak loudly, but treats others politely.
Aunt Song San was stunned for a moment. She glanced at the woman next to her and saw Wang Xilou holding her chest with a proud look on her face.
"I'm here too. Let me express my condolences to the old lady."
Gao Daqiang has been completely led to walk, and he nodded in agreement. The villagers all paid their respects yesterday, and the coffin was kept in the coffin for a day, so it will be buried today.
Feng Wuli burned paper money in front of the brazier, lit incense, took out a few one- or two-dollar bills, and put some extra money in the box.
He stood up and took a step forward, took a look, then turned around and asked, "Your mother doesn't seem to be in there."
(End of chapter)
