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No matter what happens, at three o'clock in the afternoon, the funeral will start on time.

I don't know what happened to those three people?You stand in the central square, waiting for the upcoming funeral procession.The suona played rough and ancient tunes, and the leather drums played strange and irregular beats.Starting from the central square, the road is paved with white.

Pale, without color.Make people uncomfortable.

White paper money falls like snowflakes, people in white sackcloth, blank faces.The current townspeople all have no faces and wear similar costumes. It is almost impossible to tell who is who. Everyone is like a copy of each other. It is reminiscent of a doll with a blank expression, which makes the scalp numb.

In the whiteness, only the bronze statue is bright copper yellow, and the pupils are almost golden, shining with a strange light.They are watching everything and are so excited about what they see!

Disgusting—you think.You took a few glances at the bronze statue to confirm that the cover-up on your face hadn't failed, then you hid behind the townspeople again, exerting all your energy to control the mayor's body, and waited for the team to arrive.

When the matter here comes to an end, you want to hide in the secret space He Rou said, and temporarily leave these peeping eyes.

Fortunately, those three didn't keep you waiting too long.You hear the noise of townspeople, eerie melodies, and coffins and figures looming forward.

Here they come!You smiled and clenched your fists.

*

On the other side, two 10 minutes ago.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Along with the rude knock on the door, the hoarse voice of the mayor sounded outside. "Outsiders, it's time for the funeral, don't miss the hour!"

The three of them glanced at each other, quickly tidied up the rummaged things in the house, Changmao and Brother Hei lifted the heavy coffin, Yan Li picked up the photo and the spirit card and opened the door.

The mayor stood outside, followed by several people.All of them have no faces, only gray hair and familiar voices, proving the identity of the mayor.Seeing the three of them coming out, he said impatiently, "It's really slow!"

There was no flaw in his voice and demeanor, but Brother Hei blinked and was taken aback for a moment.

Another familiar breath.

Seeing that Chang Mao and Yan Li didn't realize it, he hesitated for a second whether to say anything, then saw the mayor walking around the coffin, if he had any face, he would have already frowned.

"Boy, what are the marks on the coffin? Do you want to open the coffin and remove the corpse?"

This sentence made the people in the back stir up and make unkind noises.Changmao said innocently: "How can it be? We are just trying to see if the coffin is strong. If it is not strong, if it is dug up by bugs or something, we big cousin's boyfriend, distant cousin's godbrother will be sad too. .”

The mayor snorted, and seemed to see that the coffin was not damaged, so he didn't speak any more.

But Brother Hei noticed that when the mayor went around to the back of the coffin, he quickly lit a piece of paper money from his sleeve and threw a piece of burnt dry bread.

If anyone is familiar with it, they will recognize that this is a simplified version of the foot taillights and foot tail rice.It is a ceremony to make the death of the deceased go smoothly.

If there is no light, the dead will be lost and cannot be led to the other shore.If there is no food, the undead will suffer from hunger and pain, and will have evil thoughts.

Hei didn't understand this, but relying on his trust in the other party, he kept his face and even secretly covered his movements so that a few townspeople would not see them.

After the mayor checked, he picked up the white paper money in a large bamboo basket on the ground.This action seemed to signal the beginning of the ceremony, a woman in shabby clothes stepped forward, raised her head and let out a long and weird roar!

The voice was not like a human being, but more like the roar of a monster, or a twisted creature in the dark.It is thin and long, sometimes high and sometimes low, like a crying baby spirit, or like a strange beast baring its fangs and struggling in pain!

Yan Li's eyes widened instinctively, her voice was like thick black mist climbing up her body, making her unable to move.Chang Mao's condition was not very good, his ears were almost pierced by the ragged sound, but he carried the coffin with both hands, and couldn't cover his ears, his expression was distorted.

Only Hei has received mental training, and he regained his sanity after a shock.He pretended not to have recovered and observed silently.Except for the three of them, the other townspeople's reaction to the voice was like a believer hearing the bishop's pious prayer, and seemed to feel very relaxed and happy.

Hei calmed down, peeled off the cocoon, and distinguished the message of the sound.The sound was a ballad with a message, but he couldn't decipher it yet.In addition, this voice does not seem to be made by a woman alone.

The coffin trembled slightly, and the force was transmitted to him through his hands and shoulders.Hei suddenly understood that the woman was just a spark.The sound was resonated by the entire space, so the things in the coffin trembled accordingly, and the restless commotion seemed to come alive.No, maybe, in this game where the boundary between life and death is blurred, for this thing, it might just be born now.

What is in the coffin?Huang Zhui, or...?

Anyway, in the woods tonight, those things will find them, and kill them all.Hei thought coldly.

Then, at last, the funeral began.

The author says:

Trifles that don't make sense:

1. Changmao and Brother Hei carried the coffin, not only because Yan Li was weaker, but also because they had no height difference.If one side is Yan Li... well, Sister Li is under a lot of pressure.

2. Yellow paper money is used to worship gods, and white paper money is dedicated to worshiping ghosts.

3. In the folklore, foot tail rice and foot tail lights are not so fast things. For the sake of the plot, changes are made here.