We walked for a long time in the thick fog. It was already dark when we entered the village. Sure enough, I heard the sound of the suona as soon as we reached the entrance of the village.
A mourning shed was set up in the middle of the village. It was covered with white cloth and there were many people beating gongs and drums. It looked like they were setting up a mourning hall.
I wasn't surprised. After all, Qin Yong had told me beforehand that a widow in the village died suddenly.
I walked with him to the mourning hall. Gradually, the surrounding area became lively, and many villagers who were preparing for the funeral appeared.
Qin Yong led me towards an old man with a gray beard and shouted from a distance, "Dad, look who I brought back."
The old man with a gray beard was startled, turned back to look at me who was following Qin Yong, and asked in confusion, "Who are you, little brother?"
I quickly walked up to him and asked politely, "Old man, are you Qin Zhen?"
The old man was stunned for a moment, then nodded with a smile, "I am Qin Zhen, and I am also the head of this village. They all call me Father Qin."
I breathed a sigh of relief, quickly clasped my fists and saluted, "My name is Zhou Xuan, and this time I am sending you a letter under the orders of my master Xuan Zhenzi."
After saying that, I handed over the letter Xuan Zhenzi gave me. Father Qin was shocked, quickly grabbed the envelope, and looked at me with a horrified expression.
"You, you are actually the apprentice of the old god! I didn't expect that he actually found me."
What old fairy?
This title confused me. Father Qin also realized that he had lost his temper. He quickly smiled, regained his expression, and said that the old god in his mouth was Xuan Zhenzi.
"Thirty years ago, a big event happened in our village. Senior Xuan Zhenzi passed by and helped the whole village. I was still a middle-aged man at that time. Thirty years have passed and even my hair has turned white. hehe……"
Knowing that I was Xuan Zhenzi's disciple, Father Qin was very polite to me. He immediately took my hand and invited me to sit down, and even made me tea with his own hands.
I was a little flattered. Father Qin, who was already in his sixties, still called me "little master" and treated me with utmost respect.
In order to resolve the embarrassment, I had to change the subject and pointed towards the mourning hall, "By the way, Dad Qin, on the way into the village, I heard your eldest son say that the widow in the village died in a very strange way. I don't know her specific details. How did you die?"
Father Qin's originally smiling face immediately became stiff and he sighed,
"Widow Chen's life is miserable. Less than three years after she married into our village, her husband slipped and fell off a cliff. She was left alone with no relatives and friends, living on a few pieces of farmland. There were a few gangsters in the village who bullied her family. There is no one, and they always come to harass me every three days, alas..."
Father Qin started to sigh in the middle of his words, but I felt that there was something in his words. It seemed that the cause of death of Widow Chen was not simple, so I added a word out of curiosity,
"You mean that Widow Chen didn't die of natural causes?"
Father Qin stopped talking, looked around secretly, and said in a low voice, "I don't know the specific cause of death. Anyway, when I found the body, I saw deep marks on her neck. I can't tell for sure. Was he hanged or strangled..."
I was shocked and said that I didn’t even understand the cause of death, so why was he buried hastily? Why didn’t he call the police?
Father Qin looked bitter, shook his head and said that the mountains are high and the emperor is far away. In this remote country, how can any police come here to handle the case?
"Besides, I just have suspicions and no evidence. Maybe she just hanged herself because she missed her husband and felt that living alone was boring."
I was speechless. I felt that as the village chief, Father Qin should not deal with a human life hastily. But then I thought about it. People deep in the mountains have a weak sense of the rule of law. In addition, Yanwanggou is really too remote and there are very few villagers. If you communicate with the outside world, you may not even know what the police are doing.
Thinking of this, I also offered to burn incense to Widow Chen, and Father Qin agreed with a smile.
"By the way, you are the apprentice of the old god. You must have learned how to set up a dojo, right? Yamawanggou is too remote. Those gentlemen who do the work are too far away and are unwilling to come. How about the little master help her and recite a few spells to help her. By saving her life, our village has not treated her badly."
I did not refuse this request. I had studied with Xuan Zhenzi for five years. Although I had no skills, I could recite a few verses of salvation sutras, so I readily agreed.
When I arrived at the place where the villagers built the funeral shed, I took a stick of yellow incense. I bowed to the coffin first and was about to lean over to insert the yellow incense into the incense burner.
But something strange happened the moment I lowered my head, because I saw a layer of white frost forming under Widow Chen’s coffin, clinging to the bottom of the coffin, and there were wet water marks under the white frost, dripping on the ground. Falling out of twists and turns of water stains.
This kind of white frost covering the feet of the coffin is not caused by the cold weather, but by "frost". In layman's terms, people die with resentment. After death, the resentment lingers and settles through the gaps in the coffin. A layer of something like hoarfrost will form on the corners of the coffin.
Widow Chen’s death is definitely not normal!
My expression changed when I saw this, and I quickly stood up and said to Dad Qin,
"No, Widow Chen was probably killed by someone. Only people who died violently can have such strong resentment. I suggest not to bury her until the murderer is found."
White frost condenses at the foot of the coffin, indicating that the deceased has great resentment and lingering hatred, and may turn into an innocent spirit to harm others after death.
Hearing what I said was so serious, Father Qin was startled. He shook his beard and said, "No way, is it really so mysterious?"
Well……
I hesitated for a moment and didn't dare to give a definite answer. After all, I was a dabbler and had no experience. I had only read about a similar situation in the book "The True Interpretation of Ghost Paths" given by Xuan Zhenzi, so I didn't dare to be 100% sure. .
At this time, Qin Yong also took out the incense candles and paper money and put them on the table. After hearing the conversation with Father Qin, he took the initiative to come over and say,
"Brother Zhou, do you still know this knowledge?"
I was a little embarrassed, and just about to say something modest, I heard a sound of wet water in my ears, and I was startled. Before I could figure out the source of the sound, I saw an auntie jumping up near the mourning hall, carrying a With a very frightened expression, he pointed at the bottom of Widow Chen’s coffin,
"Look, the coffin is bleeding!"
What?
I hurriedly looked along the area under the coffin, and sure enough I found some curved blood-colored veins leaching out from the bottom grid of the coffin.
When the rural people park the coffin, they are very particular about the coffin not touching the ground, so the coffin is set up on two bamboo stools. There is an empty area at the bottom of the coffin. When I leaned over to look down, I immediately recognized the sound of water just now. Where did it come from?
It should be that the corpse inside the coffin was bleeding, seeping out along the gaps in the thin-skinned coffin!
Strange blood streaks flowed down the inner wall of the coffin, forming a wet blood line.
The body in the coffin seemed to be bleeding!
