"Sister Wang, I heard from the villagers that you burned paper for your man on the anniversary of his death, and you fell ill when you came back. I want to ask what you encountered when you went to Wangjiafen?" Zhang Fan
Looking at Widow Wang, she asked.
Hearing Zhang Fan's words, Widow Wang's face showed a look of thought, and she said: "I met a few villagers on the road and chatted for a while. When I entered the Wang family tomb, I saw several villagers from the east.
There is a man burning paper at the third grave.
The grave he burned paper was the grave of my grandparents. The family had long since moved away from the village. The man said he was the grandson of the person in the grave. He also said that the person in the grave always gave his father dreams, and his father asked him to
He came from the establishment and burned paper for his grandfather. This man has thin skin and tender flesh, which is different from the rough old men in the village."
Some of the gentlemen in the room couldn't help but glance at Widow Wang.
"The man is about the same age as me, but we only chatted for a few words, not much. After all, we don't know each other very well," Widow Wang continued.
"Oh, by the way, when I first went to my husband's grave to light paper, I found that he didn't bring any fire, so I asked him if he had brought any fire. His lighter couldn't light up either. Although he had finished burning the paper, he still couldn't light it.
There was an incense stick in my hand that was as thick as my little finger. He asked me to use the incense stick to light a fire. I saw that the incense stick was very strong and the paper money burned easily. I thought that if I blew the incense vigorously, I would be able to light the paper money.
So, I took it." At this point, Widow Wang frowned slightly and took a breath, "My memory only ends here, and I don't remember the rest."
After listening to Widow Wang's story, Old Man Ouyang and Zhang Fan looked at each other. The problem must lie with this man.
The place where the man burned the paper was exactly where the headless corpse appeared.
In addition, paper burning has always been done without incense, because incense is something that attracts ghosts. Incense is a delicacy to ghosts. Yin ghosts like it very much. It not only allows them to enjoy pleasure, but also helps them practice Taoism.
Lighting incense in the cemetery is undoubtedly seeking death. Fortunately, Widow Wang went there during the day. If she had gone there at night, if there were really ghosts in this cemetery, Widow Wang would definitely be haunted by ghosts.
"Have any of you seen that man with tender skin and tender flesh that Sister Wang mentioned?" Zhang Fan looked at the villagers asking questions.
Everyone looked at each other, and then shook their heads at the same time.
From their looks, they didn't look like they were lying. Then, Zhang Fan turned his attention to Liu Cunzhi, who had been silent, "Liu Party Secretary, did you see that?"
Hearing Zhang Fan's words, Liu Cunzhi was slightly startled, then smiled and said: "I don't have more eyes than others. Everyone can't see it. How can I see it?"
"Really?" Zhang Fan asked.
"Of course..." Liu Cunzhi quickly replied.
Zhang Fan glanced at the clock on the wall, it was already eight twenty.
"Zhishu Liu, fellow villagers, it's already 8:20, and there's no need for us to go to Wang's grave. We'll sleep at Widow Wang's house today. To be on the safe side, we'll go to the graveyard during the day tomorrow first.
, check the situation, and then go there at night." Zhang Fan looked at the crowd and said.
After hearing Zhang Fan's words, everyone couldn't help but look at Zhang Fan with scrutinizing eyes.
, "Sleep at Widow Wang's house", these words are too natural, right? Just fall asleep now?
The man standing aside looked at Zhang Fan with a hint of envy in his eyes. It's better to be capable!
Two men who came with their wives had their ears plucked instantly.
"What are you thinking about? Come home!"
"You come home too!"
"Hey, yo...go home, go home!"
Widow Wang didn't expect Zhang Fan to say this, and a blush suddenly appeared on her mature and pretty face. This guy is so young, why is he like this? Isn't this too straightforward?
After the two couples left, the rest of the people also dispersed one after another. In the end, only Liu Cunzhi remained.
"What? Old Party Secretary, do you also want to sleep here?" Zhang Fan looked at Liu Cunzhi and asked, Zhang Fan also deliberately accentuated the word "老".
"That's not possible. Then you guys go to bed early and I'll go first." Liu Cunzhi said. After saying that, he quickly left the house. When he walked out of Widow Wang's house completely, he looked at Widow Wang's door tightly wrinkled.
Frowning.
"Little... little master..." After seeing everyone leave, Widow Wang called Zhang Fan unnaturally. At this time, Widow Wang's cheeks were red and her breathing became a little rapid.
"You saved me. If you don't dislike me and let me commit myself to you..." At this point, Widow Wang's voice paused slightly, "That's okay."
After saying these two words, Widow Wang quickly lowered her head.
Seeing the look of Widow Wang, Zhang Fan was a little bit dumbfounded, "Sister Wang, you misunderstood, I didn't mean that."
"I sent those people away on purpose. There are two reasons why the two of us stayed. First, we were afraid that the evil spirit would trouble you again. Second, the two of us wanted to discuss the countermeasures for tomorrow."
Zhang Fan explained.
"Oh, that's it." A trace of embarrassment appeared on Widow Wang's face.
"Sister Wang, I see that your West Room is very clean. Old man Ouyang and I will stay in the West Room." Zhang Fan looked at Widow Wang and said.
"Okay, then you can stay in the west room." Widow Wang said, "By the way, have you two eaten? If not, I'll cook for you. I'm a little hungry too."
"I ate, no need." Zhang Fan ate in the food court and in a Western restaurant. He was really not hungry.
"I ate it too, but, Xiao Wang, I think you fried the salted peanuts. I haven't had them for several years. Can you fry some for us so that the young man who saved you can try them too?" Old Man Ouyang
Hehehe smiled.
"No problem, I'll give you one salted peanut and some shredded tofu for you two to drink." Widow Wang said with a smile.
"Hey...you still have wine?" Old Man Ouyang said in surprise.
"Of course." Widow Wang laughed, and then Widow Wang felt that there was something in Old Man Ouyang's words, "Master Ou, I have never entertained other men with this wine. These wines were brewed by my man during his lifetime."
"I know, I know, you are a good widow who abides by women's conduct." Old Man Ouyang said with a smile. Old Man Ouyang lived here for a long time ten years ago. It can be seen that Widow Wang and her husband are still very affectionate.
"Okay, just wait a moment, and I'll cook for you and get some wine." After saying that, Widow Wang got off the kang happily and walked out of the house.
After Widow Wang left, a grim look appeared on the faces of Old Man Ouyang and Zhang Fan at the same time.