I asked my grandma why she didn’t cremate Teacher Qiao’s body instead of burying it in the ground.
After all, if you turn into a zombie, burial is also dangerous. Who knows whether the zombie will break the coffin and crawl out of the grave?
Ordinary people may not have the strength to crawl out if they are buried alive, but zombies are different.
"This..." Grandma paused and said, "I will seal Teacher Qiao's soul in my body in a while, draw a corpse locking formation on the coffin and bury her. In this way, even if she turns into a zombie, she will still be dead. It will only be sealed underground and cannot climb out."
After hearing this, the moment I understood, I became even more puzzled. I felt that my grandma was doing this in vain instead of going to the trouble of sealing Teacher Qiao's body.
It's better to cremate him, so that he won't transform into a corpse?
However, it seems wrong to say this. Grandma just said that her soul needs to be sealed in the body. Is it because she is worried that after cremation, Teacher Qiao's soul will turn into a ghost and come back to harm others?
I pondered for a while and felt that something was wrong with this matter. I always felt that my grandma's behavior had a profound meaning.
"Okay, Xiao An, you should go home and go to bed first. You have to go to school tomorrow." Grandma urged again.
"No!" I suddenly hugged He Huanhuan's arm and said, "Grandma, I want to keep vigil for Teacher Qiao. After all, I won't see Teacher Qiao tomorrow. You call the school tomorrow and ask for a day off for me."
"Grandma Sun, I won't sleep either. I want to stay with my mother." He Huanhuan said with tears in her eyes.
"Hey." Grandma sighed and said, "That's fine."
After finishing speaking, grandma sat on the stool, looked at Teacher Qiao, and sighed: "Teacher Qiao's life is really hard, hey."
He Huanhuan cried sadly again. After a moment, she looked at Teacher Qiao's purple hands and asked curiously: "Grandma Sun, why do you think my mother turned into a zombie after she died?"
Grandma's expression became much more solemn and she said: "When people die, they become zombies because they have one more breath. If a person is angry, holding his breath, resentful, or sulky before death, he will hold his breath in his chest after death!"
"Grandma, you mean that after death, such a person will stop breathing, so he will become a zombie, right?" I asked curiously.
Teacher Qiao was bullied so much during his lifetime that it would not be an exaggeration to describe him not only as angry and sullen, but also as filled with resentment.
Grandma nodded and said nothing.
I looked curiously at the yellow talisman on Teacher Qiao's forehead. It felt like something from a zombie movie.
At this moment, Teacher Qiao's body was lying on the wooden board with disheveled hair, her face was pale, and the yellow paper talisman attached to her forehead was still rising and falling from time to time, revealing a pair of malicious eyes that were wide open. I felt that she must be very fierce after turning into a zombie.
But just when I was about to look at her nails to see if they were longer.
Sudden!
Sizzling...
The light bulb on the roof made an electric sound, flickering on and off, and a dark wind blew out of thin air in the room.
Breathe.
The talisman on Teacher Qiao's forehead was blown off, revealing a terrifying face with pale eyes.
"Ah ah ah, what's going on? What's going on with the light bulb?" Yin Wenqian's frightened scream came from another room.
She hurriedly ran out to ask about the situation, and happened to see Teacher Qiao's terrifying and ferocious face, and was so frightened that she screamed again.
Then his eyes flashed, and he fainted. His head just hit the threshold with a bang, and blood flowed out.
"Mom, ah, oh, oh, oh, oh, mom." Yin Wenqian's daughter ran out crying, supported her and cried loudly. When she looked up, she happened to see the eyes of Teacher Qiao's corpse, and she screamed in fright. , ran into the house, not daring to come out again.
"Mom, Mom, wuwuwu..." He Huanhuan was also a little scared and cried loudly.
I was also very nervous. I hugged He Huanhuan tightly and looked at Teacher Qiao’s body. Could it be that he was about to transform into a corpse?
"Hey." Grandma sighed deeply, looked at Teacher Qiao and said sadly: "Teacher Qiao, I know that you are unwilling to leave, and I know that you died unjustly, but don't worry, I believe that Yin Wenqian and the others will definitely be punished. Punitive."
Sizzling...
The light bulb on the roof was still flickering on and off, and the surrounding temperature began to drop, making me shiver.
He Huanhuan was shivering from the cold, and I quickly hugged her tightly.
"Hey." Grandma walked up to Teacher Qiao and sighed: "Teacher Qiao, I also know that you are worried about your child, but don't worry, I will treat Huanhuan as my granddaughter in the future, and Xiao An will take good care of her. Hers, otherwise I won't let him go, Teacher Qiao, you can go with peace of mind, Huanhuan is still young, don't scare the child."
As she spoke, grandma put her hand on Teacher Qiao's eyes and touched them downwards. This time, Teacher Qiao closed her eyes but did not open them.
Sizzling...
After the light bulb flickered again several times, calm returned and the temperature in the room gradually returned to normal.
Grandma took out the talisman again and stuck it on Teacher Qiao's forehead.
Yin Wenqian's daughter was still crying loudly in the room, but none of us wanted to pay attention to her. Let her cry. She deserved to be frightened into crying.
Grandma looked at the unconscious Yin Wenqian, snorted coldly, and dragged her body into the house without bandaging her wounds. She said she would not die and let her bleed for a while longer.
After that, we waited for dawn to bury Teacher Qiao.
Time passed quickly, and it was bright outside at around six o'clock. None of the three of us slept, and we watched Teacher Qi all night.
He Huanhuan is no longer crying, and her expression is unusually calm. I feel that her mentality will change greatly after this time.
People become mature through frustration, sadness and pain.
It was not until 6:30 that the cries of two elderly people were heard outside the hospital.
"Ah ah ah, daughter, daughter, my daughter."
"Daughter, why did you hang yourself?"
The sound of hurried footsteps was approaching quickly.
The door slammed open.
An old man and an old lady in their sixties appeared at the door. They must be Teacher Qiao's parents. It was probably He Gui who informed them of the information.
"Ah ah ah, daughter, daughter." After the old lady saw Teacher Qiao's body, she immediately threw herself on her body and cried wildly.
Why are you so worried about hanging yourself? How can I live?
There were cries and the atmosphere was sad. He Huanhuan looked into Teacher Qiao's eyes and burst into tears, but there was no sound of crying.
The old man also cried loudly, "Ah ah ah, daughter, how can you let us have white hair and give away black hair? How can we live in the future?"
The old lady may have been too sad. After crying for more than ten minutes, she fainted.
After the old man cried, he asked my grandma about the specific situation of Teacher Qiao.
Grandma speculated that Teacher Qiao’s death was most likely related to Yin Wenqian, but there was nothing she could do without evidence.
The old man was furious when he heard this, and he didn't care about it. He rushed into the house with a fire stick and fiercely attacked the unconscious Yin Wenqian.
While beating me, I cursed fiercely, saying that I wanted to avenge my daughter and so on.
None of us stepped forward to stop her. We watched Yin Wenqian being beaten with great relief, and were very sad that she was beaten to death.
The dull sound of the fire stick falling on her body became the most beautiful melody in the world.
Yin Wenqian's daughter didn't know her name, but the old man beat her mother desperately. She cried and went to stop her, but he slapped her in the face.
The girl was beaten until she closed her mouth and spurted blood. Her body flew far away and fell to the ground. She no longer dared to come forward and could only cry loudly on the side.
I thought in my heart that I deserved to be beaten. This woman, Yin Wenqian, has a coquettish temperament. How can her daughter be any better!
Two or three minutes later, Yin Wenqian was beaten to death. Seeing the old man beating her like this, she shouted bitterly and wanted to fight with all her strength.
However, the old man was holding back a breath of resentment, his eyes were red, and he risked his life to kill someone. Every blow with the stick was very powerful, and he even used a kitchen knife to kill her on the spot.
Yin Wenqian was so frightened that she didn't even have time to put on her coat. She quickly ran out of the house with her daughter in her arms. The old man couldn't catch up, so he had to give up.
