Chapter 1878 Yin and Yang Rice (82)

Made, why do you have only one coffin?

This discovery made me look at the mourning hall again.

That's right, there is only one coffin in this mourning hall.

Hell, why is there only one coffin, and what about Old Lady Yuan?

At that moment, I quickly walked towards the golden coffin.

Just as I was moving my steps, the old man immediately stood up, grabbed my arm tightly, and said a few Hakka dialects.

The old driver Huang translated it as saying, "Do you understand the rules? The master is not here and cannot get close to the coffin."

I looked at him in confusion and asked the driver Huang, "Is there such a custom?"

He nodded slightly, "Yes, the customs here are just like this. The Lord's family is not here, and outsiders cannot approach the coffin. It is said that they are disrespectful to the Lord's family and even more of a belittle the dead."

All right!

The old driver Huang seemed to be a little confused about my meaning, but he still followed me outside.

What surprised me was that the old man did not speak directly, but made a gesture at Lao Huang, which was to ask for money.

When I heard this, my first thought was to go over and take a look.

After I figured out the whole thing, I came up with an amazing result, that is, the funeral was probably planned since eighteen years ago.

When I heard this, it made sense. I couldn't help but stare at the beam for a few glances, and found that the beam was walking very slowly and moved towards us.

I think this way because I think of Yuan Qingtian’s goal.

But now, the body of Mrs. Yuan is missing.

For a moment, I began to feel confused about the whole thing and couldn't generate any motivation.

I guessed this because when the man entered the village, the dogs in the whole village did not bark.

I was not very interested. After all, this is a village, so it was not surprising that the person came, so I said, "Maybe a certain villager is back!"

I took a breath and whispered: "It's not a matter of concern, I just feel that I'm a little redundant here."

The beam stood there and did not answer my words, as if waiting for something.

The old driver Huang saw that I looked a little anxious and asked the old man.

What's going on?

Did she get her body out?

Another thing is, why did Old Mrs. Yuan invite me over again?

This is illogical!

Could it be that I was wrong?

Could this be just an ordinary funeral?

The old driver Huang frowned and muttered, "It's impossible. Most villagers are going home at this time. Even if they don't go home, they will come back in the dark, but the man is carrying a flashlight, as if he came in from outside."

The old driver Huang translated: "Little brother, the old man said that the master went to a meeting and said he had to discuss what to do about the funeral."

However, I was very curious about the disappearance of the old lady Yuan's body.

As my voice came, the beam of light suddenly stopped, and then a slender female voice came over, and the voice said, "Is it Chen Jiu?"

This is the first time I heard of this custom, and I didn't say anything anymore, and took a few steps backwards.

And then, listening to this sound is a completely stranger's voice, and I don't know that person at all.

Um?

What's going on?

Didn’t that person enter the village?

Why did I see us passing by? Instead, I walked out of the village?

No, strictly speaking, it should be three years ago, when Grandpa Yuan Zhenghua died.

The old driver Huang took the cigarette and did not rush to light it. Instead, he asked me: "Little brother, is it..."

Generally, only acquaintances enter the village, and the dogs in the village will not bark.

I was stunned and stared at the beam incredibly. What was going on? How could that person know my name?

"Let's go and take a look." I shouted at Lao Huang's driver and walked towards the beam of light.

"How could it be? Didn't you say it before? This matter is about the reputation of the coffincarcer." The old driver Huang comforted him.

"Xiaojiu, it seems that someone has entered the village." The old driver Huang suddenly pulled me and raised his hand to point at the entrance of the village.

It's impossible, Yuan Zhenghua can't do such a thing.

I was drunk too and I really don’t know what to say.

What surprised me was that the beam seemed to find us walking in that direction, and actually stopped, and then slowly walked out of the village.

I nodded and didn't say anything, but began to think about the whole thing.

"Okay, then I'm not polite to you. Xiaojiu, are you in the mood?" The old driver Huang asked quickly.

The old man took the red envelope, stuffed it in his pocket, and said a few Hakka dialects indifferently.

After leaving the mourning hall, I found a place that was quite dark, took out a cigarette, handed a cigarette to Lao Huang, then lit it, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled it.

If all of this is a layout, how can I break the deadlock?

Before he could finish speaking, I glanced at him and said in a low voice: "Old Huang, stop calling me brother. If you don't dislike me, just call me Xiaojiu."

But, thinking that I have nothing to do with this funeral now, it is definitely not appropriate to just go there like this.

How could she know my name?

Without any hesitation, I touched my pocket and found a hundred dollars. I was about to hand it over. The old driver Huang grabbed my arm and shook his head at me. Then he took out a dollar from his pocket, found another piece of red paper and wrapped it up, and smiled and said, "Little brother, the red envelopes we have here are just for good luck, and don't care about the amount of money."

While speaking, he handed the red envelope to the old man.

This made me feel a little discouraged, and I said to Lao Huang, "Let's go outside to smoke a cigarette."

At that moment, I moved my feet towards the other side and shouted vigilantly, "Who are you?"

Logically speaking, the body of Mrs. Yuan and the golden coffin entered the mourning hall together, and her body should be buried and placed in the mourning hall.

I followed the place where he fingered and saw a yellow light flashing not far away. Someone probably entered the village with a flashlight.

Besides, when I came in just now, I didn’t see any mourning halls in this village at all!

At that moment, I quickly asked the driver Huang to help me ask the old man where the master's home was.

The old man saw me retreating, let go of my hand and sat back to his previous position, but his eyes were staring at me alertly, afraid that I would do something extraordinary.

This made me very curious, but without hesitation, my steps under my feet couldn't help but get a little faster, and shouted at the man, "Who?"

Mad, hell, who is that person? How could she know my name?

As he was about to reach the person, the person spoke again, and she said, "Didn't you come to Guangzhou to look for me? Why didn't you go to find me?"

Um?

I was stunned. I'm coming to Guangzhou to find her?

Wait, is the woman in front of you... Lin Fan?

In an instant, my expression tightened and I immediately walked towards her.
Chapter completed!