"Yes, it will take seven days! The so-called requiem is just to soothe the ghost!" Grandma whispered and looked at me.
"Just like when I was in front of Er Chen's grave, do I only need to recite the Purana Sutra a few times?" I was stunned.
Grandma sighed, shook her head and said: "It's not that simple! The requiem will begin tonight! You first take the Wang family for a walk in the village, and it is best to go to Wang Zhenrong's grave to pay homage!"
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"Starting tonight? What about the Wang family's funeral?" I looked at grandma in a daze.
Grandma nodded and said: "The funeral has to be carried out, but you don't need to do it. Just let Chen Sui find some people to do it, and there won't be any trouble! The root of the Wang family lies in Wang Zhenrong. If Wang Zhenrong can't be
If we send him away, it will be more than just a funeral for the Wang family!"
I nodded hurriedly, arranged my clothes, and then walked out of the door.
When Wang Xichen saw me changing my clothes, he immediately showed surprise on his face, "Tianju, as long as you help our Wang family..."
I raised my hand to stop his words and looked at Wang Hongyu, "You need to go out with me!"
"Yes!" Wang Hongyu nodded, and even her mother nodded vigorously.
I sighed a little in my heart. At Wang Xiren's funeral that day, the way these people treated me was a little different from how they treat me now. Things are unpredictable, and I didn't expect it to change so quickly.
After walking out of the yard, I found that many people in the village were pointing and looking over with doubtful eyes.
I had no idea of covering up, and strode out with the group of people. The eyes around me were all dodging. After all, something happened to our Zhang family a few years ago. When they saw me wearing this black robe again, their faces were filled with tears.
With displeasure.
After leaving the village, I took the Wang family straight to Yingzui Stream. Wang Zhenrong was buried in Yingzui Stream. Everyone present knew this, but no one knew why I took them towards Yingzui Stream.
.Even myself, I can’t tell the difference clearly.
When they reached the river, Wang Xichen's face looked a little heavy, and he sighed and said: "That bastard Jin Yanchun made my eldest brother's funeral a mess, and now not even a body can be found!"
I hesitated for a moment and frowned slightly.
"My father had just passed away, and it was Jin Yanchun who came to our home and said that the old man's death was a bit strange and that he needed to use blood to pave the way, otherwise he would not have passed away peacefully! Now that I think about it, it may have been Jin Yanchun's trick!" Wang Xichen said coldly!
He snorted.
I raised my head, my eyes flickering, "Is the bloody evil paving the way?"
"That's right! It was the blood evil that paved the way! When my father died, he asked us to fill the coffin with cinnabar, then fill it with water, and put my father's body in the coffin!" Wang Xichen said through gritted teeth.
I was stunned, I didn’t expect such a statement. Although there is a saying that blood demons paved the way, this is definitely not how it was done. If the coffin was covered with cinnabar, how could the deceased be at peace? Then he was soaked in water.
, it’s no wonder that things like going into the mountains but not into the earth happen. But in my opinion, there is nothing special about Wang Zhenrong after his death. The special place should be on the road paved by the blood evil.
I walked all the way to Yingzui Stream, and I was still thinking about this incident in my mind. After arriving at Yingzui Stream, I paid my respects to Wang Zhenrong a little, then turned and walked towards Guangling Village.
After returning to the village, Wang Xichen rushed back with a few people. After all, his son's funeral still needed to be hosted, but Wang Hongyu and her mother stayed in Guangling Village.
After nightfall, I followed my grandma's instructions and dressed up Wang Hongyu a little, and then waited for the time to come. I said it was dressing up, but it was actually just painting her cheeks red, making her look like a boy with paper ties.
As midnight approached, I glanced at Wang Hongyu and whispered, "Are you ready?"
"Ready!" Wang Hongyu's voice was a little weak and she said with her head lowered.
"Don't be afraid, brother Youtianju is here, don't worry about anything!" I said with a deep breath.
Wang Hongyu nodded gently.
When...the clock struck eleven, it was already approaching midnight.
I opened the door without saying a word and walked out without saying a word. Wang Hongyu followed behind with her head lowered, wearing plain white. Our pair seemed a bit strange, but there was nothing we could do about it. .
After leaving the yard, my heart lifted up. Facing the direction of Yingzui Stream, I slowly took steps. According to grandma's instructions, I need to come out every night to requiem. This requiem process It's not complicated. You just need to walk a hundred steps in the direction of Yingzui Stream, then put down the paper boy and burn it. Although the process is not complicated, I always feel that something will happen.
As she took a step forward, Wang Hongyu followed behind her. The bells on her body made a jingling sound.
Hearing this voice, I immediately breathed a sigh of relief. At least I was popular, unlike when I went to the tomb of Er Chen a few days ago to pay homage to him, which was all done by myself.
After walking for more than ten steps, I felt a little relaxed. But at this moment, a gust of wind blew, and I heard slight footsteps behind me, and even faint sobbing. I didn’t even have to look back. You know, the footprints must be behind you.
My breathing was a little quickened, and I quickened my pace slightly. At this moment, two crows suddenly flew past in the sky. The cries of these two crows were particularly shrill.
When I walked a hundred steps, I hurriedly took out the paper boy from my sleeve and quickly lit it.
The firelight flickered, illuminating my somewhat uncertain face. After all the paper-tied boys were burned, I turned around. At this moment, my scalp suddenly went numb, and I almost screamed out.
Wang Hongyu's originally beautiful face was staring straight at me, with a strange smile on her face. This smile was particularly penetrating under the firelight.
I took a deep breath, resisted the urge to speak, and walked slowly towards my home.
Can't be anxious! Can't panic! Can't speak! I muttered silently in my heart and walked back slowly, my heart constantly trembling.
"Brother Tianju?" Wang Hongyu behind him suddenly spoke, with a sly smile in his voice.
My body trembled and I didn't dare to answer.
"Brother Tianju, what do you think of my grandfather? He was so miserable after his death, shouldn't you avenge him? Hehe..." Wang Hongyu said softly, her voice getting thicker and louder, and in the end it sounded like a Same as men.
I had goosebumps all over my body, but I didn't dare to speak.
"Brother Tianju, didn't you hear what I said? If you want to help my grandpa, my grandpa will definitely repay you! Geez..." Wang Hongyu chuckled.
I walked quickly, not daring to look back or even say a word.
Wang Hongyu's voice suddenly turned cold, "Brother Tianju, are you really not going to take action? If so, don't blame my grandfather for being rude!"
I quickened my pace, and as I was about to reach the courtyard gate, I rushed in at a quick pace.
Wang Hongyu, who was behind him, also stepped into the yard, but after entering, his body suddenly went limp and he fainted on the ground.
"Hongyu? Hongyu!" Wang Hongyu's mother rushed over.
I took a deep breath and hurriedly helped Wang Hongyu up, the expression on my face kept changing.
Grandma walked out slowly and sighed: "How is it?"
"It's okay! It's just that he wants revenge!" I whispered.
Grandma nodded, glanced at Wang Hongyu's body, and said, "It's so late, everyone should go to bed!"
I sent Wang Hongyu and her daughter into the wing, and then returned to the house alone. That night, I always felt that there was a cold wind behind me, and my neck felt cool and a little chilly.
Early the next morning, Wang Xichen drove over from the city. After asking some questions in the side room, he walked to my room and said with a dry laugh: "Tianju, I plan to ask Wang Xichen to come here today."
Apply for a funeral!"
I was slightly startled.
"Wang Shen is too young to bury his body at home for too long, so I plan to bury him early and let him rest in peace!" Wang Xichen said in a low voice.
I nodded, "That's fine, just don't prepare a coffin this time!"
Wang Xichen was stunned for a moment, probably because he felt that his son didn't even have a coffin after his death, and he felt a little sad for a moment.
I ignored him, just explained, and sent him out. I had to go to requiem tonight, so I couldn't let him stay here for so long, lest it ruin my mood.
Watching Wang Xichen go out, I found Li Daihe walking in. Li Daihe winked at me, and I immediately understood and followed him hurriedly.
"It is said that the Three Cripples were found to have many problems, and that he had some collusion with Jin Yanchun! Jin Yanchun ordered him many times, and the two of them made conspiracies, making money from one place to another..." Li Daihe
He said with a smile.
I was stunned for a moment, "Are you sure?"
"Of course I'm sure! This matter has spread. It is said that Zhuang Erhe went crazy to punish him this time, and the secrets revealed shocked many people!" Li Daihe said gossiping.
I listened blankly, and seemed to feel that there was something wrong with this. Since the Three Cripples had something to do with Jin Yanchun, did he really have a greater relationship with Wang Zhenrong? Could it be that the first time Wang Zhenrong's coffin exploded, it wasn't
Is it because of the conspiracy between him and Jin Yanchun?
The more I think about it, the more I think it's possible. The fact that the inside of Wang Zhenrong's coffin was painted with cinnabar after his death is definitely the problem.