After dressing as a delicate beauty, I got married

At dawn the next day, Yun Zuo was sleeping soundly when he was awakened by the sound of suona.

He came out of Ye Changyao's arms and opened the window hinge. The sound of the suona suddenly became more piercing, and the sound of crying was mixed with it.

He understood clearly, looking around, there really was a dead person who was buried today, was it the old man who died innocently yesterday?

The funeral procession was not far away, the first person was dressed in pale mourning clothes, holding a memorial tablet for the deceased, and everyone after that was dressed in mourning clothes, the suona player was among them, and someone was holding a spirit-calling banner.

The soul-calling flag was also pale, but it was beaten badly by Xia Feng, it looked like the three souls and six souls that had been pulled out of the human body.

There are green plants everywhere in this Wangchun city. It is early summer, and the whole area is full of vitality, which makes the funeral procession even more desolate.

The sky was already gloomy, but suddenly, dark clouds overwhelmed it, and it began to rain in a blink of an eye.

The rain curtain was tight, and because of the summer wind, his upper body exposed to the window was instantly drenched.

He couldn't stand the cold, and wanted to close the window hinges, but Ye Changyao took a step ahead.

Ye Changyao had a serious face, he thought Ye Changyao would scold him, but Ye Changyao just took out the veil without saying a word, and wiped it for him.

He blinked, and the raindrops perched on his eyelashes fell one after another, and many of them fell on the back of Ye Changyao's hand.

He raised his hand to wipe the back of Ye Changyao's hand, Ye Changyao finally said, "It's okay."

He withdrew his hand and obediently let Ye Changyao wipe it for him.

Ye Changyao wiped Yun Zuo's face dry, and then wiped his neck. There was a cinnabar mole on Yun Zuo's Adam's apple. The cinnabar mole was stained with water, and it looked bright.

Unable to control himself, he lowered his head and held the cinnabar mole in his mouth. After a while, he let go.

Yun Zuo's Adam's apple is extremely sensitive, even such a dawdling without desire still made him shudder slightly.

Ye Changyao sensed Yun Zuo's trembling, and asked softly, "Is it very comfortable or uncomfortable?"

"It's very comfortable." After connecting with Ye Changyao, Yun Zuo would never hide his feelings from Ye Changyao no matter how ashamed he was.

"That's good." Ye Changyao ran across the cinnabar mole with his fingertips, stripped off Yun Zuo's obscene clothes, and put on a dry one.

Yun Zuo suddenly remembered what happened yesterday, and asked, "When that young man passed us with his charred corpse on his back, did you smell any strange smell?"

Ye Changyao shook his head and said, "I didn't smell anything strange."

Yun Zuo asked: "You really didn't smell it?"

Ye Changyao thought about it seriously, and said with certainty: "I really didn't smell it."

He looked at Yunzou again, and said, "Your sense of smell is far better than mine. It's common for you to smell it but I can't. So, what kind of smell do you smell?"

Yun Zuo couldn't be sure: "I just smelled a strange smell vaguely, but I don't know what it is, but it might just be my illusion."

He just thought it was his own illusion, so he didn't think about it, and he drank the soup yesterday, and he was a little dizzy at that time.

Ye Changyao was a cautious person. He looked at Yun Zuo carefully, and seeing that Yun Zuo was in good condition, he suggested, "How about we go and see that charred corpse again? Xu's death was not accidental, but man-made."

Upon hearing this, Yun Zuo immediately went to dress and wash up.

Ye Changyao put on Yunzuo's coir raincoat with his own hands, and put on a bamboo hat for Yunzuo before going out with Yunzuo.

The two caught up with the funeral procession, and Yun Zuo saw that the young man holding the memorial tablet for the deceased was the young man from yesterday—Shi Cai, due to the distance, he couldn't see the young man's face clearly, he could only roughly see that he was a male, And young adults.

He took a deep sniff, and there was no smell on the young man that he had smelled yesterday.

Then, if the smell was not his illusion, it would have come from the charred body.

He went to the coffin again. However, apart from the burnt incense, there was no smell at all across the coffin.

He had to move a little closer, but still couldn't smell anything else.

If he asked the young man to open the coffin, the young man would definitely not agree, and he would be considered disrespectful to the dead instead.

However, in case the smell really had something to do with the deceased's cause of death, he had to do so.

Therefore, he went to the side of the young man and said in a low voice: "Young Master Du, can I examine your father's body?"

——The word "Du Gong" is engraved on the old man's tablet, so he called the young man Du Gongzi.

Hearing the sound, Mr. Du turned his head sideways, looked at him, and opened his eyes wide, obviously shocked by what he said.

He then added: "There may be something hidden about your father's death."

Mr. Du didn't know the person in front of him, and Wu Zuo had already had an autopsy yesterday, so he naturally didn't believe it, and instead asked, "What is your picture?"

Mr. Du's reaction was just as Yun Zuo expected, and Yun Zuo said seriously, "I have no plans."

My father was an ordinary person, his family property was not rich, and he had nothing to plot, but unfortunately he was struck to death by lightning and became a charred corpse. There was nothing long in the coffin except a shroud and a wooden sleeper .

Should he listen to what the man in front of him said and let him examine his father's body?

Mr. Du hesitated, and after a long while, he said: "You go with us to the cemetery. Before the burial, I can let you open the coffin lid and take a look."

Yunzuo nodded, pulled Ye Changyao's hand, and went to the end of the funeral procession.

The funeral team went out of the city and traveled another mile before arriving at the ancestral grave of Du's family.

The coffin was set aside by two strong men, and they turned to digging a pit to accommodate the coffin.

Yun Zuo and Ye Changyao arrived at the coffin, and Mr. Du also came over.

Mr. Du saw Ye Changyao by Yunzuo's side just now, so he knew that the two must have come together, so he said to them, "I don't want to put down my father's tablet. If the two young masters want to do an autopsy, they can open the coffin lid by themselves." That's it."

With a touch of Ye Changyao's fingertips, the coffin lid opened lightly, revealing most of the charred corpse.

Mr. Du was surprised, and thought: These two people are not ordinary people, could it be that there is something strange about the death of father?

He didn't have a bluffing temper, he didn't say anything, he just stared at the two of them.

As soon as the coffin lid was opened, there was a faint smell, just like yesterday.

However, Yun Zuo still couldn't figure out what the smell was.

He frowned, leaned into Ye Changyao's ear, and asked, "You really didn't smell anything strange?"

Ye Changyao lowered/went away, the tip of his nose was only an inch away from the corpse, and after a long time, he replied: "I really don't smell anything strange."

"It's really weird, could it be my illusion?" Yun Zuo murmured, inspecting the charred corpse inch by inch.

The charred corpse has long since changed beyond recognition, and after stripping off the shroud, the body is also incomplete.

From the top of the head to the heart, there is nothing strange.

Yun Zuo was about to go down to check, but a person rushed up, glared at him and asked, "Who are you? Why don't you respect the dead?"

Yunzuo replied: "My surname is Yun, my first name is Yunzuo, and I am a cultivator who passed by Wangchun City."

——Although he is not a cultivator, Ye Changyao is, so he is just marrying and following his husband, so he cannot be considered a lie.

Ye Changyao thought that Yun Zuo was just talking about it, but he didn't think of this level.

The man said angrily: "I have never seen a cultivator before, but I have learned a lot today, but what about a cultivator? Can a cultivator disrespect the dead?"

After saying that, he wanted to put on the shroud for the charred corpse.

Mr. Du at the side explained: "Uncle, I have promised the two young masters, and the two young masters are not disrespecting my father, but to find out the cause of my father's death."

Wasn't your father killed by lightning?What can I check?The uncle slandered, then curled his lips: "It's up to you."

Another person walked up to the four of them and said, "It's time for the burial."

This person is the middle-aged man who recommended himself yesterday to help Mr. Du look after Mrs. Du.

The middle-aged man lived not far from Du's house, so he took the initiative to help when Du's father was buried today.

He suddenly found that the coffin lid had been opened, and saw that the charred corpse had been stripped of its shroud, and asked in surprise and doubt, "What happened?"

Mr. Du trusted him, and said truthfully: "These two young masters suspect that the father might not have been struck by lightning and died."

The middle-aged man was startled, and then asked Yun and Ye, "Then, what is the cause of Mr. Du's death?"

——The deceased had never taught, but he had always been a good bookmaker, so he respectfully called the deceased Mr.

Yun Zuo didn't answer, and continued to examine the charred corpse, from the heart to the soles of the feet.

Finally, he put on the shroud for the charred corpse and closed the coffin lid.

Then, he said apologetically, "I didn't get anything, it should be my mistake."

He suddenly remembered something, looked around, made sure that the old woman was indeed not there, and then asked Mr. Du, "Is Lingtang okay?"

Young Master Du sighed, "Mother was too sad and fell ill."

"I hope my aunt can get better soon." Yun Zuo bowed to Mr. Du squarely again, "Sorry, I offended."

Young Master Du didn't care, and invited: "If the two young masters have free time, come to my house for a banquet."

As the name suggests, the decontamination banquet is held to relieve the evil. Generally speaking, after the funeral, the host’s family must hold a decontamination banquet to relieve the defilement for the relatives and friends who came to see the deceased for the last journey.

Ye Changyao guessed that Yun Zuo would definitely shirk, but unexpectedly, Yun Zuo agreed without hesitation.

The coffin was nailed by descendants before it was swallowed up by the soil.

Then, the soul-calling flag was inserted into the wet grave bag.

After that, it's time to offer tribute and practice deeds.

Yun Zuo looked ahead, and amidst the sound of chanting sutras, lowered his voice and said, "The old man was struck to death by lightning, but it was not an accident."

Ye Changyao didn't know, so he said authentically: "How did you come to this conclusion?"

"Look." Yun Zuo raised his hand and waved it in front of Ye Changyao's eyes.

Yun Zuo's palm was empty, but between the index finger and middle finger was a piece of paper that was almost half the size of a grain of rice.

The confetti was obviously obtained from the charred body.

Ye Changyao stopped talking, and turned to sound transmission and Yunzou: Did this scrap of paper kill the old man?

Yunzuo sent the confetti to Ye Changyao's palm, and Ye Changyao immediately knew what the confetti was.

——This scrap of paper is actually part of the Lightning Curse!

The reason why the old man was struck to death by lightning was not for no reason, but because of the lightning spell.