Infinite Plane Devour

Chapter 8 The Strange Granny
If I was by my side at that time, I could use the antidote for first aid. Although there is only a weak therapeutic effect, it is better than nothing.

"It's all my fault. Why did I leave so obediently? It's all my fault." Wu Xian kept beating the ground, his hands were scratched and bleeding, but he ignored them, completely falling into a chaotic state of blaming himself.

Seeing Wu Xian sitting paralyzed at the foot of the bed, the villagers left him alone and went to prepare for Mr. Lu's funeral after calling a few times and getting no response.

Until noon, the sunlight was strong, passing through the barrier of the courtyard, and shining on Wu Xian.

There was a coolness in his mind, Wu Xian trembled, woke up from the chaotic state, and struggled to get up.

"Ah, why does my head hurt so much?" Rubbing his head with his right hand, Wu Xian gradually recovered.

What happened to me just now, I remember that when I saw Mr. Lu passed away, I was very sad, my heart was in a mess, and I kept blaming myself, but how could I fall into a state of confusion.

Is it because I can't find any clues these days, and I heard Lu Lao's ghost speculation, coupled with the stimulation of Lu Lao's death, caused me to have mental problems?
Supporting the bed with both hands, Wu Xian stood up slowly, he was the only one left in the simple room at this time, the sunlight was a bit dazzling, Wu Xian blocked it with his hands, looking at everything in the house, he couldn't bear the living things one by one. People leave the world.

It was still the same as when he left, and the water that Wu Xian poured on the desk was still on the desk.

"En?" Wu Xian found that there was only half of the water left in the bowl, and as the sun shone, a few words gradually appeared on the desk.

"Be careful—" Only the first two characters are still clear, and there is only one stroke at the back, the water marks are messy, and the last writing seems to be in a hurry.

Seeing this scene, Wu Xian couldn't help thinking.

It was obvious that Mr. Lu wanted to tell others something, but in the end he was hindered by something, which caused him not to finish writing. Could it be that Mr. Lu did not die naturally, but was murdered.

Reminiscent of the classics that Mr. Lu had found before, and how eager he was to let him go at that time, could it be that Mr. Lu knew that he was going to die at that time, and in order not to implicate me, he forced me to leave with that tone.

But there was no one around at the beginning, and Wu Xian also believed that his perception was not so bad that he didn't even know that someone was around, unless there was really a ghost, and it was the ghost who killed Mr. Lu.

Thinking of this, Wu Xian's expression was very serious. Mr. Lu's guess before was indeed correct, and Mr. Lu lost his life precisely because of this.

Looking at the handwriting on it, Mr. Lu wanted to remind me to be careful, but Wu Xian really couldn't figure out what the strokes meant. After thinking about it again and again, Wu Xian still couldn't understand other things from this small clue.

"Son, Mr. Lu's funeral is ready, the village chief asked me to call you." A shout came from outside the door.

After recovering, Wu Xian was taken aback when he saw the villagers at the door.

"Master, why are you preparing for the funeral so quickly? Don't you need to check how Mr. Lu died?"

The old man outside the door was a little strange: "This is the custom in our village. Most people will be buried on the same day after they die, and they won't stay until the next day. Besides, the old man left so peacefully. , you are still young and don’t understand, it’s about to start there, let’s go quickly.”

Was the burial that day caused by weird events in the village?

Seeing that the old man was anxious, Wu Xian hurriedly wiped off the water stains on the table, turned around and followed the old man to an open space in the north of the village.

It was the first time for Wu Xian to see so many people gather. The village chief came, Granny and Uncle Hammer were also on the side, and there were people who were playing chess at that time, and there were a lot of new faces that Wu Xian had never seen before.

A large pit has been dug in front, and there is a coffin next to it, and various sacrificial items are placed in front of it. Sensing that the auspicious time has come, the village chief stepped forward and said with tears in his eyes.

"A sad thing happened today. Mr. Lu from our village passed away. When I heard the news, I couldn't believe it. I have been educating our children, helping them to read, and teaching them how to behave. Thus passed away the venerable sir.

I am also a student taught by the old man. It can be said that I can have today's small achievements, all thanks to the old man's teaching. Without him, I would not be there. I only know how to cherish when I lose it. Even though the old man has passed away, he will live forever. our hearts. "

After all, he bowed deeply and didn't get up for a long time.

The villagers were also affected by this emotion, and followed the village chief to pay tribute deeply.

Time passed by, and after the villagers performed various ceremonies, they sank the coffin into the pit. Several villagers held shovels in their hands and shoveled soil to bury it.

Until the afternoon, the villagers left one by one, and only Wu Xian and the village chief remained in place.

"Wu Xian, are you okay? I heard that you are a student of the old man. If something like this happened, I hope you can stabilize yourself and not hurt your body." The village chief said worriedly.

Without looking at the village chief, Wu Xian only replied indifferently: "Aunt Hua, I'm fine, don't worry about me."

After a moment of silence, Wu Xian continued.

"Aunt Hua, do you think there really are souls and ghosts in this world?"

The village chief walked towards the village: "Wu Xian, there are many things in this world that cannot be accomplished by manpower, and there are also many taboos that cannot be touched. I believe that there are souls, and I believe that they are silently watching us somewhere. "

The sound gradually faded away, and finally only the tail sound was left swirling, drifting into the distance.

"Is it a taboo that cannot be touched? Since there are souls watching us, aren't you afraid that they will recover one day?"

Wu Xian's heart is very heavy. Lu Lao's death is a strong blow to him. Recalling that when he asked himself to solve the chess game, I still suspected that he was plotting against me. I just saw that my eyes were pure. , believe in yourself unconditionally, and teach him what he has learned all his life.

Thinking that he only learned one piece of "The Story of a Pure Heart", he was ecstatic, and felt that what he had learned would not be buried. Wanting to know the strange events in the village, Mr. Lu also tried his best to search for the classics, but finally died because of this.

Wu Xian smiled self-deprecatingly: "Maybe it won't be long before I will find you."

I went back to my grandma's house crookedly, and saw my grandma sitting in the yard thinking about something.

"Grandma, it's cold outside, don't stay outside for too long."

Grandma beckoned and signaled Wu Xian to come over: "Son, come here, I'll talk to you."

"Grandma, I'm a little tired, can we talk about it tomorrow?"

Grandma insisted: "Son, I know your difficulties. After tomorrow, I don't know if I can still have the strength to speak. If I don't speak now, I'm afraid I won't be able to speak."

Hearing that Grandma's tone was a bit wrong, Wu Xianqiang cheered himself up and sat beside Grandma.

"Grandma, what's the matter, don't have that kind of thought, Uncle Hammer will be very sad."

(End of this chapter)