The full-level Demon Venerable was forced to obey

They were going to go to the village chief first. This person played a very important role in the whole incident. If they wanted to find out the case, they needed to find out the details of the village chief first.

The two had a clear purpose and went directly to the ancestral hall in the village.

According to the rules of the human world, after death, the body needs to be placed in the ancestral hall, and the relatives will guard the spirit for seven days.

On the first seven days, the souls of the dead will return to the human world from the ghost world, say goodbye to their relatives for the last time, and then they can be reincarnated with peace of mind.

When they left with Hai Chuan just now, the village chief was ordering someone to carry the coffin, which should be to carry the two old people to the ancestral hall.

But when Cheng Mochi and the others came to the ancestral hall, they found it was empty.

Not only did they not see the corpses of the two old men, even the villagers were not there, only the shelves facing the door were filled with spirit tablets of deceased ancestors.

"Not here?" Cheng Mochi looked sideways at Chu Shiluo, and said, "Isn't it already buried?"

Chu Shiluo frowned and shook his head.

Just now the two of them have been following Hai Chuan, subconsciously thinking that those people would send the old man's body here, but they didn't expect it to be unexpected.

Cheng Mochi remembered that he had accidentally glimpsed a low slope in the north of the village with a lot of soil bumps, which should be the ancestral grave of Luohe Village.

Cheng Mochi turned to Chu Shiluo and said, "Master, let's go to their ancestral graves?"

"Why do you know where his ancestral grave is?" Chu Shiluo asked.

Cheng Mochi raised his lips and said with a smile, "Because I'm the apprentice of Tingyun Immortal."

Chu Shiluo: "..."

Chu Shiluo sighed lightly, and sacrificed his sword, which hung in the air as high as he did.After he stood on the top, he easily saw the whole Luohe village in his eyes.

On the low slope in the north of the village, there were indeed a lot of people gathered, and it was a vast expanse.

With a light leap, Cheng Mochi stood behind Chu Shiluo.The two of them arrived at the low slope in just an instant.

Relying on being invisible to others, the two of them stood majestically in the air, watching the scene before them.

The village head stood in an open space. In front of him were two freshly dug earthen pits. In the earthen pits, two coffins were buried. Those in the coffins must be Haichuan's grandparents.

The villagers stood four or five steps behind the village chief with their heads bowed.The village chief was silently reciting the Sutra of Rebirth, and he was actually giving salvation to the two old people.

The first seven days after this person's death should have been the day when the new soul took leave of absence from Hades to go home to visit relatives, but if the first seven days were buried before the body arrived, the soul would not be able to find its way home and would not be able to see its relatives last side.

These villagers are so eager to bury the two old men, probably because they are afraid that the innocent souls who died in vain will come back to seek revenge on them.

Cheng Mochi's expression was filled with sarcasm, and he was slapped in the face as soon as he praised them for being nice.Sure enough, no matter when, the nature of human selfishness is hard to change.

After a simple ceremony for about a quarter of an hour, the village head ordered people to bury the pit, and erected two simple tombstones in the name of Haichuan.

"Okay, let's all disperse." The village chief said, and everyone dispersed sparsely.

In the end, only the village chief and He Sheng's mother and son remained.

"Village Chief, thank you very much." He Sheng's mother's face was very ugly, a little sickly pale.

The village head waved his hand: "Forget it, people are gone, why do you care about these things? How did this accident happen, you are all rotten in your stomach, so as not to cause trouble for yourself."

The woman smiled courteously, and replied, "Yes, yes."

Afterwards, she dragged He Sheng over again, and said in a whisper: "Remember what the village head uncle said, go back and tell your cronies, this matter is over, you understand!"

He Sheng nodded quickly: "Understood, I will make them shut up! But..."

He looked at the village chief anxiously and said, "Uncle village chief, what should Haichuan do? He woke up and found that we had buried him. He wouldn't be looking for death again, would he?"

"It's okay." The dimples in the corners of the village chief's eyes became more obvious as he spoke, "I'll go see him now and have a good talk with him."

He Sheng swallowed, and asked tentatively, "Can I go with you?"

The mother scolded sharply in an instant: "Little bastard! How dare you mention this to me?! I told you to stay away from him! He is an unlucky person as a foreigner. Look at the troubles he has caused. Come on, do you still dare to move forward?!"

"That's all." The village head interrupted her chatter, and said, "He Sheng, take a few people and set up a mourning hall in the empty room at the head of the village, prepare more sacrifices, Hai Chuan still has to keep his filial piety. "

He Sheng quickly agreed.

Then, the village chief went to find Haichuan alone.

Haichuan was housed in an empty house at the east end of the village, some distance away from the village. I don't know what the house was built for, but now it happens to live for Haichuan who has no home.

When the village chief came to the house, Haichuan was still awake.The village head asked all the women who were guarding him to leave, and the doctor also said that he was fine, so he packed up his things and left.

After a while, only the village chief and Hai Chuan were left in the room.

The village chief couldn't help but took a few steps forward, but restrained himself and stopped two steps away from Haichuan. He tremblingly raised his hand and stretched it out towards Haichuan, then closed his fist halfway back.

He is condescending, staring at Hai Chuan motionlessly, his eyes wandering inch by inch on Hai Chuan's body, with undisguised obsession in his cloudy eyes, like a poisonous snake in the gutter, planning how to dismantle and eat its prey.

He slowly rubbed his hand holding the cane, as if trying to hold back some emotion.

Cheng Mochi and Chu Shiluo stood on the roof, repeating their tricks to have a panoramic view of the situation inside the house.

Seeing this strange scene, Cheng Mochi frowned more and more, and he had a terrible guess in his heart.

Suddenly, Hai Chuan frowned lightly, his eyelids trembled slightly, as if he was about to wake up soon.

The village chief immediately took two steps back, and the crutches were pressed to the ground and made two loud "dong dong" sounds.

Hai Chuan opened his eyes in confusion, looking at the roof.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Cheng Mochi actually felt that he and himself looked at each other, but it didn't seem to be.

Haichuan reflected for a while, then turned his head to look sideways, and sat up immediately after seeing the village chief.

The village chief returned to his previous charitable and wise appearance, slowly moved a stool, and sat by the bed.

"Son, I know what you're going to ask." The village chief sighed and said, "Your grandparents have been buried, and they are buried in peace. They will definitely be able to join a wealthy family in their next life. The dead are gone, so don't be too sad .”

Hai Chuan's eyes were filled with tears instantly.

He didn't know that people would be released for seven days after death, and he didn't know that he actually had a chance to see his grandparents again.All he knew was that it was the people in the village who helped his grandparents burrow into the ground, and they saved his life, even though he no longer planned to live on.

He sat up on his knees gratefully, and smacked several times at the village chief, who quickly stopped him.

The village chief patted Haichuan's head lightly, and upon closer inspection, he found that the old hand was trembling with excitement, scary and sick.

But what he said was like a sympathetic elder, earnestly saying: "Hai Chuan, I know you don't want to live, but uncle wants to tell you something."

"After this person dies, they need their closest relatives to observe their filial piety for three years. Only in this way can they be rewarded with blessings in their next life and live in peace and happiness for the rest of their lives."

Hai Chuan was tearful, and after understanding what the village chief said, he kept nodding, gestured with his hands in the air, kowtowed and cried, which made people feel distressed.

For the next half month, Haichuan went fishing during the day, knelt in the mourning hall after eating in the evening, and did not go home to rest until the sky turned pale.

The mourning hall and his house are only a dozen steps away, which is convenient.

Cheng Mochi and Chu Shiluo didn't really spend half a month with him, but learned about these things based on the rapid progress of time.

Haichuan's half-moon is but a blink of an eye for Cheng Mochi and the others.

On this day, Hai Chuan still knelt in the mourning hall, staring at the two memorial tablets in a daze.But he suddenly felt drowsy, and the drowsiness surged, and he passed out almost instantly.

Seeing this scene, Chu Shiluo clenched his hands on the roof, his knuckles turned white and trembled slightly.

He said in a deep voice, "Here we come."

Cheng Mochi nodded, and the bad premonition in his heart became stronger and stronger.

He looked at the slender boy who fell on the ground, and even impulsively wanted to go down and bring him over, because what might happen next should not be endured by a 13-year-old kid.

The door of the mourning hall was pushed open from the outside, and under the dim moonlight, a hunched figure appeared at the door.

The shadow entered the room, covering Hai Chuan's thin body.