"You came."
In the middle hall of the ancestral hall, Hao Guofeng looked at Hao Ren walking over and said calmly.
Uncle Ping sent Hao Ren into the ancestral hall and said, "Guofeng, hurry up and start, so as not to miss the auspicious moment."
"good."
Hao Guofeng nodded and shouted outside the ancestral hall, asking the coffin bearers to come in quickly.
Then Hao Guofeng looked at Hao Ren and said: "When you go up the mountain, you will be at the front carrying the portrait. No matter what happens on the way up the mountain, don't stop."
Hao Ren nodded and scanned the entire ancestral hall.
The ghost disguised as his mother was not in the ancestral hall.
Dong Dong Qiang...
Accompanied by the sound of gongs and drums, the four ghosts carried the four corners of the coffin out of the ancestral hall, and the villagers of Haojia Village followed the coffin in mourning.
Hao Ren, on the other hand, walked at the front of the funeral procession carrying the portrait.
Ghosts carry the coffin and people carry the funeral.
Such a strange funeral procession walked towards the back hill of Haojia Village in the morning light, but everything seemed so natural.
However, when the funeral began, something strange happened to the coffin being carried by four ghosts.
As the coffin continued to vibrate, it seemed as if the corpse in the coffin was struggling desperately, as if it was about to break out of the coffin at any time.
"Keep walking, don't stop."
Behind Hao Ren, Hao Guofeng said with a gloomy expression.
Hao Ren didn't respond, but his steps quickened slightly.
All he wanted now was to quickly send the ghost in the coffin to the mountain for burial.
The funeral procession had just walked out of the ancestral hall, and the originally clear sky suddenly turned gloomy, as if a storm was coming.
In midsummer, sudden storms and rains are obviously very common, but today it always seemed a little unusual.
As the sky darkened, bursts of whining wind blew by, as terrifying as ghost cries.
"Walk!"
Hao Guofeng, who was walking behind Hao Ren, held the brazier and shouted again.
As the funeral procession passed through several old houses at the end of the village, a muddy path leading to the back mountain appeared in Hao Ren's eyes.
Boom...
Suddenly, a huge sound came from the coffin.
It was like someone was hitting the coffin violently with a hammer.
As the sound rang out, the bodies of the four ghosts carrying the coffin also shook violently. Fortunately, they were able to hold the coffin steadily in the end.
"quick."
Hao Guofeng urged Hao Ren while adding paper to the brazier.
Hao Ren heard Hao Guofeng's anxious voice. Although he didn't know what was happening behind him, his intuition told him that he must quickly send the ghost in the coffin to the mountain and bury it.
Otherwise, great terror will occur.
Not daring to delay, Hao Ren stepped onto the muddy path leading to the back mountain.
Dong Dong... Dong Dong...
As the funeral procession entered the muddy path in the back mountain, the noise coming from the coffin became louder and louder. The four ghosts carrying the coffin were also swaying, as if they would be unable to hold the coffin on their shoulders at any time.
Boom...
Before they had gone far on the muddy path, there was another violent knocking sound, and the hanged man carrying the coffin shook his neck, and the coffin was scratched along the hanging man's limp neck.
Snapped……
At the last moment when the coffin was about to fall, a figure rushed out from the funeral procession and dragged the coffin that was about to fall.
Yes understand.
A pair of ghost hands that looked like the dead bark of an old tree stretched out from behind him.
The ghost hand dragged one side of the coffin tightly.
However, the coffin hadn't been stable for long before it immediately tilted toward the other side where only two ghosts were carrying it.
"Fuck..."
A familiar curse sounded into Hao Ren's ears, and a stranger's figure appeared in Hao Ren's mind.
It was the stranger who told him the night before yesterday that his parents were ghosts and the second uncle was also a ghost.
"Wei Wei."
Ming Ming couldn't help but exclaim when he saw another person rushing out of the funeral procession.
"Stop talking and keep walking." Wei Wei's face was gloomy. His shadow seemed to be alive and he stood up slowly. The ghost's hands were firmly dragging the other side of the coffin.
Six ghosts carry a coffin.
On one side are the hanged ghosts, Ming Ming, and the scorched corpses; on the other side are the drowned ghosts, Wei Wei, and the paper-jammed people.
Fortunately, the coffin finally became quiet for the time being.
"Continue to go."
Hao Guofeng didn't seem surprised by the sudden rush of Ming Ming and Wei Wei, as if he had expected it.
At this point, no matter how scared Hao Ren was, he could only grit his teeth and continue walking up the mountain.
"hey-hey……"
Suddenly, a sinister laughter reached Hao Ren's ears.
It was exactly the same sound as the one I heard in the ancestral hall the night before.
Only this time, Hao Ren was sure that the laughter came from the portrait in his hand.
Hao Ren did not look at the portrait in his hand because he was afraid that he would not be able to withstand some indescribable stimulation.
It would be fun if he accidentally threw away the portrait in his hand.
"Hao Ren, I know you, I know everything about you."
Hao Ren remained silent, still holding the portrait and walking steadily up the mountain.
"Don't you want to know your life experience?"
"In no mood."
The second time, Hao Ren spoke.
If you can believe a ghost, you might as well believe you can win the jackpot in the lottery.
"Don't you want to know about your parents?"
"Don't you want to know why you were chosen?"
"You don't want to know..."
This time, Hao Ren didn't speak again and walked towards the cemetery in the back mountain step by step.
There, there is a grave that was dug at an unknown time.
It's just big enough to hold a coffin.
As if knowing his own end, there was no sound in the portrait anymore, and even the coffin carried by the six ghosts fell into an eerie silence.
It seems that the ghost in the coffin has accepted his fate!
However, the sky became gloomier.
Fortunately, the distance from the end of the village to the back mountain was not too far, and the funeral procession quickly arrived at the back mountain cemetery.
"Drop the coffin!"
Following Hao Guofeng's loud shout, six ghosts carried the coffin to the edge of the grave that had been dug, and slowly lowered the coffin on their shoulders into the grave.
It was all so quiet.
As if this was an ordinary funeral.
As the coffin was put into the grave, Hao Guofeng put the brazier that should have been broken before the funeral into the grave. Then he turned around and said to Hao Ren, "Just burn the portrait and seal the tomb."
Hao Ren nodded, walked to the grave, and slowly put the portrait he was holding in his hand into the burning brazier.
Crackling...
There was a burst of flames, but nothing happened.
Just when Hao Ren took a breath, a voice suddenly sounded, coming from the portrait that was burning in the brazier.
"Hehe...we will meet again!"
"Feng Tu!"
Hao Guofeng shouted again, and this time several villagers from Haojiawu came over, each holding a shovel in their hands.
Soon, the grave pit was filled.
But several villagers continued to fill in the soil, and they stopped until a small mound appeared.
"finished?"
Hao Ren looked at the graves in front of him and felt that his legs were weak and he was feeling lucky in his heart.
Fortunately, during the funeral process, except for the movement of the coffin, there were no accidents...
Haojiawu, the cemetery in the back hill.
It was as if the pause button had been pressed, and he fell into an eerie silence.
It's like the calm before the storm.
