"Apologize."
I tried my best to control my anger and stay calm.
"What did you say?" Wang Binnian opened his eyes wide, turned his ear to me, and dug in with his little finger twice.
"I told you to apologize, restore everything here, and wipe the coffin clean with your face!"
"No human blood will be seen during the mourning period! I will spare your life!"
I couldn't bear it any longer, and my voice was extremely hoarse.
"Hahahaha! Luo Xianshen, someone in your family has died, are you going crazy? Do you want me to apologize?"
Wang Binnian laughed heartily.
The others laughed and laughed.
I stopped talking and suddenly reached out to grab Wang Binnian's wrist.
Wang Binnian raised his foot and kicked me hard in the abdomen!
"There's still no blood, everyone is begging for death, what a bunch of bad things!" He cursed.
I retracted my hand in an instant, grabbed Wang Binnian's leg, slid it along, and pinched his kneecap tightly!
A sudden force was exerted, and a crisp clicking sound reached my ears.
He gave a piercing scream!
I waved my palm again and hit Wang Binnian's right shoulder. He whirled and turned to face Lao Qin's coffin.
Another kick, and I hit the knee of his other leg hard.
With a sound of "Bang!", he fell to his knees heavily, and then screamed like a pig being killed!
"Don't you like burying people? If you scream again, I will bury you." My voice was cold, and I looked at him as if I were looking at a dead body.
Wang Binnian was so frightened that he closed his mouth tightly and beads of sweat broke out on his forehead!
The people who had laughed at me earlier were frightened, and some of them slipped towards the door.
"I can run away from the monk, but I can't run away from the temple. If anyone dares to leave, I will bury his whole family!"
I glanced coldly around the courtyard.
Those people all stood frozen on the spot, their legs like chaff.
"Go over and wipe the coffin clean with your face." I glanced at Wang Binnian.
Wang Binnian quickly dragged his legs and climbed to the front of the coffin. He pressed his face against the coffin and wiped it vigorously.
The reason why he couldn't stand up was simple. I crushed one of his kneecaps and then kneeled on the other.
The loss of blood does not mean that I will not vent my anger on Lao Qintou!
The rest of the people reacted and quickly picked up things on the ground.
Ten minutes later, the mourning hall returned to its original state.
I asked those people to carry Wang Binnian to the back mountain and throw him away, and forget about it.
Wang Binnian lowered his head, trying his best to hide the hatred in his eyes.
If those people were granted amnesty, they picked up Wang Binnian and ran away in a flash.
…
The courtyard was much quieter, and only me and the village guard Yu Xiu were left.
Earlier, Yu Xiu got up and helped silently, and together they placed them in the mourning hall.
At this moment, she was kneeling beside the paper basin in a daze, burning the paper one by one.
All I know is that Yu Xiu suddenly appeared in our village one day, and then became the village guard.
Old Qintou didn't let me have more contact with Yu Xiu, saying that she was a widow and a very evil person!
The paper was burning brightly, and the bright fire reflected Yu Xiu's slender jade fingers, which were slender and beautiful.
But why does she only have four fingers?
A thin layer of sweat broke out on my forehead, and I felt a little uneasy.
I went back to the room and found a set of clothes from the past few years. They were mainly clean and small enough for Yu Xiu to wear.
When we got back to the courtyard, I gave her the clothes and said, "Go back and change your clothes. It'll be fine now."
Yu Xiu looked up in confusion.
She is very beautiful, with a round face, a little square on both sides, fair skin, and almond-shaped eyes, which are very attractive, but her eyes are empty.
The fool's eyes should be dull.
Yu Xiu's hollowness is like a dead person with blurred pupils...
I shuddered.
Lao Qintou was right, Yu Xiu was a really evil person, one look at each other made my hands and feet go cold.
"Thank you." Yu Xiu's voice was hollow.
She took the clothes and walked out.
As I got closer to the paper basin, the light from the fire made my hands less cold.
I glanced out of the corner of my eye and saw that Yu Xiu had already walked out of the courtyard. I touched my chest again and saw that all the things Lao Qin Tou had given me were placed close to my body.
An idea came to me by accident.
That finger couldn't be Yu Xiu's, right?
Then, I shook my head and thought, how could this be possible?
Even if Yu Xiu is the widowed daughter of an evil family, her destiny is at best that of an evil family, which is far worse than my fate as the God of Plague.
The four fingers are a coincidence, she can never be Lao Qintou's trick!
…
After burning the paper for a while, I finally calmed down.
Finally, it got dark.
Widow Liu brought a group of young women in their twenties and thirties, with graceful figures and colorful clothes.
She also brought her own small speaker to play funeral songs.
In many places, it is also a custom to perform yangko at the funeral of a deceased person.
There are warblers and swallows in the yard.
Many villagers outside the courtyard looked around, and it was very lively for a while.
After the yangko performance, I gave Widow Liu a big red envelope.
She led the people away with a smile on her face.
After all the villagers dispersed, I carried all the paper figures placed under the eaves next to the coffin.
The paper figures look dull and empty.
The breeze blew and made a slight rustling sound.
I bit my index finger and nodded at each paper figurine.
Paper figures usually don’t have any eye-catching features.
After dotting the eyes, the paper man looks like an empty corpse without a soul, and will be missed by little ghosts!
Therefore, if a knowledgeable master gives paper dolls, people will follow suit, and the eyes will be added to the paper dolls only at the critical moment.
The rushing sound disappeared, and the eight paper figures' eyes were blood red and filled with coldness, like eight upright corpses!
"A filial son is courteous, the Eight Immortals are here to invite you!"
My voice is quite sharp!
Eight paper figures instantly clung to the coffin.
There was a muffled sound, and the heavy coffin was lifted up.
The paper figure rose and fell, floating faintly out of the yard.
I followed to the door and instinctively grasped the doorframe with my hands.
A few years ago when I was making Heshou wood and paper figures, Lao Qintou said that he knew exactly where to bury him after he died.
If you touch the paper man's eyes, he will come back to life.
As for how I will find his grave in the future, I naturally know it in my heart.
Now I really understand.
If the God of Deyang really inherits his mantle, and can tell fortunes, then he can find his tomb.
Otherwise, our fate will be over.
As the paper man and the coffin went away, I knelt down and kowtowed three times.
When I got up again, the village road was empty, and the paper man and the coffin had long disappeared.
The white fog lingers thickly on the road at night, and the sky is full of gloom.
After closing the courtyard door, I went back to the house to pack, and packed all my things into a suitcase. In the end, I couldn't fit it in, so I added an extra backpack.
I went to check Lao Qintou's room. I also took away all the fortune-telling stuff.
Finally, I suppressed the sourness in my heart, locked the courtyard door, and walked to the entrance of the village.
Over the years, Lao Qintou has been very strict with me in his teachings.
The first rule is to be obedient!
He just died the night before. I was so sad that I cried all night and postponed the funeral until today.
I can't stay in the village tonight.
Otherwise, if his body is not in the yard, something will happen to me!
The fog on the village road is thicker than before.
The temperature was low and the humidity was high. After just a few steps, my eyelashes were wet.
Vaguely, I seemed to hear someone calling me.
Listen carefully, like Lao Qintou.
The back of my head suddenly felt cold.
The Eight Ghosts carried the coffin and took away Old Qin's head. How could it be him?
Dispelling distracting thoughts, I head forward!
"Bata, bah...", there were tiny footsteps behind him...
The voice was so close that it was almost touching my back.
I'm faster!
Lao Qintou had just gone out, and this "thing" happened, so fast!
Ten minutes later, I hurried to the entrance of the village and stepped out of the stone monument at the head of the village!
The full moon hung high in the sky, illuminating the rural road in white.
The fog actually disappeared in an instant... It seemed like there was just fog in the village!
It became extremely quiet behind me, and the footsteps that followed me also disappeared.
Didn't that thing come out?
I held my breath and turned around suddenly.
Behind the stone monument at the entrance of the village, a barefoot woman stood in the mist.
Her feet are so tiny that you can't help but stare at them!
The feet are delicate and the long legs are eye-catching.
She was dressed too coolly, her bright red bellyband just covered her key points, and her white and tender arms were intertwined on her chest.
This figure can make any man's blood boil and make any woman feel ashamed.
But looking up further, my clothes are all wet...
It was soaked in cold sweat!
Because she has no head!
The fog quickly enveloped her, becoming thicker than before, and she could only see a vague shadow of a person.
Old Qintou's voice came out.
"Xian Shen, where are you going in the middle of the night?"
