Everything seemed to be just as Su Yuan had described in his heart before.
He arranged a mourning hall for himself and prepared his own funeral.
It's hard for Yang Jian to understand Su Yuan's mentality when he did this, but his accident undoubtedly caused a lot of trouble to the outside world. Up to now, three cities have been covered by his treacherous domain, and no one knows what's going on inside.
how.
I just hope that he can leave enough things to solve the problem.
Yang Jian thought this in his heart, and then stepped into the mourning hall.
There were some paper money scattered on the ground, and the mourning hall was actually not big, but other than these decorations, there was nothing else.
It seems like this is really just a mourning hall.
Su Yuan in the black and white photo seems to be staring straight at you with an inexplicable strangeness.
Of course, this is just an illusion.
No matter whose photo is taken, it will always look like this.
Very few people use color photos as their own posthumous photos. After all, this has been passed down from ancient times to the present. Everyone takes black and white photos of the deceased, and this is the unwritten rule that has been passed down.
Yang Jian first went to look at the coffin. It was a black coffin, that is, a black coffin.
It is in line with the practice of the older generation in the folk. People who died unexpectedly use black coffins.
According to folk customs, the colors of coffins are divided into five types: red, white, black and gold.
There are strict requirements here.
For example, an old man who has passed away is in mourning, so he uses a red coffin;
People who died suddenly or on the battlefield used black coffins, because black belongs to Xuanshui and can calm evil spirits;
Because poor families cannot afford coffins, most of them wrap their bodies with straw mats or just pick up a few wooden boards to make simple coffins, and these happen to be yellow, so poor families use yellow coffins;
The golden coffin is naturally worthy of noble princes and nobles;
As for the last kind of white coffin, the details are special.
It is only used by unmarried women and unmarried men.
In the mourning hall, Su Yuan chose to use a black coffin, which meant that he knew that he would have an accident long ago.
Yang Jian reached out and opened Su Yuan's coffin board.
As expected, it was empty, with nothing inside, not even a way to put a piece of clothing as a tomb. The coffin was purely a decoration.
Although there was no body in the coffin, there was still a piece of paper.
The moment he saw this piece of paper, Yang Jian couldn't help but feel a lingering fear.
The scene that just happened is still fresh in my memory. If it weren't for the vicious dog, then it would be quite fitting for him to be lying in this coffin.
After hesitating for a moment, Yang Jian picked up the paper and opened it.
This time, there wasn't anything else done. It was just an ordinary piece of paper with normal fonts written on it.
[When you read my message, it means that you have come to my mourning hall. For the sake of our good relationship, burn some paper money, light incense, kowtow to me a few more times, and call me.
Say "Grandpa" a few times, let me feel the joy of family relationships, the feeling of having descendants in the house is not too much, right?]
boring.
Yang Jian crumpled the paper expressionlessly, and then looked at the incense burner on the table.
The incense burner in front of the portrait was very small, with three sticks of incense stuck on it. However, the incense was not lit, it was just stuck there. I don’t know how long it had been there.
This kind of arrangement reminded Yang Jian of the time when he delivered letters to the ancient house, where there were also three pillars of strange incense.
This thing actually seems to be the same as the incense in front of the coffin in the old house.
If lit in front of the grave, it can awaken the memory of the past, but it can only exist for the time of one stick of incense.
It is a supernatural item made during the Republic of China.
The only difference is that this thing is produced by the system, and the effect is slightly different.
Yang Jian didn't know this, but he was able to speculate on some situations.
Perhaps if these three sticks of incense are lit, unknown changes will occur.
With this thought, Yang Jian thought for a while, walked around the villa again, found a lighter, and then quickly returned to the underground mourning hall again to light the three sticks of incense.
Soon, the incense was lit.
A strange fragrance emanated, and a faint smoke lingered in the mourning hall.
And when the smoke drifted over the spiritual tablet, a strange scene happened.
A vague figure actually appeared through the smoke, and it looked exactly like the person in the photo.
"call!"
Suddenly.
In front of the black coffin, a cold wind blew, and the paper money scattered on the ground flew up with the wind, and began to burn strangely. Suddenly, the air was filled with a strong smell of paper ash.
At the same time, the smoke emitted from the lit incense stick was not blown away by the wind, but instead penetrated into the photo of the deceased in an unreasonable way.
At first glance, it looks like something in the photo is absorbing the smoke.
Supernatural phenomena occurred frequently, but Yang Jian just watched them all with cold eyes and did not feel anything was wrong. He just stared at the photo of the deceased, as if waiting for a certain result to appear.
I don't know if it's an illusion.
After a while, he felt that the eyelids of the person in the photo seemed to move.
And the dark coffin suddenly trembled slightly.
An incomprehensible supernatural force is disturbing everything around you.
Yang Jian still didn't react at all, just watched quietly.
Watching the incense burn quickly, the white paper scattered around the coffin burned less and less, and finally even the paper ashes disappeared quickly.
As these things happened, the shaking inside the dark coffin became louder and louder.
It seemed that something happened to the coffin.
He didn't wait too long, and soon, Yang Jian saw clearly that Su Yuan in the photo was actually moving.
I moved my neck, as if I felt I had been in the photo for too long, and stretched my waist.
This kind of behavior is no different from that of a living person, but when placed in a posthumous photo, it appears as weird as possible.
If he were an ordinary person, he would be scared to death.
Soon, Su Yuan in the photo seemed to have spotted Yang Jian, who was staring at him in the mourning hall, and immediately greeted him warmly.
"Hey, Xiao Yang, you're here, did you call me grandpa? Kowtow a few times by the way."
Yang Jian: "..."
Yang Jian ignored Su Yuan's coquettish behavior and said directly: "Do you know you will die?"
However, when he asked this question, he found Su Yuan looking at him with a strange expression.
"Can you live forever?"
"Birth, aging, illness and death are the laws of life. Who will not die? Won't ghost controllers also die? Otherwise, why would those old guys have to prepare their own funerals?"