Thinking of the car, I thought of Huang Daxian's lady's motorcycle, and asked, "Has Huang Daxian's car still given him?"

"Yes, I met him halfway to the hospital, he took the car away, and then I went to the hospital to find you, you took me back to the village, along the way without a word to tell me."Ma Jialiang said.

He said that I was more blind, according to Ma Jialiang's statement, that Huang Daxian did not go to the hospital at all!

So... who jumped from my bucket in the hospital?

There were two of me just now, and now there are two more yellow immortals.

What happened to this tm?

“Chun brother, are you okay?”When the horse saw that my face was different, he asked me.

"Oh, no, no. I haven't rested much these days."I shook my head and didn’t dare to talk about it with Ma Jialiang.If he lied, it would be unwise to puncture him at this time.If he does not lie, he will not believe it.

“Fuck!”I scolded a word, feel that my psychology is a little dark, even from small play to big hair began to doubt.

"Oh, tell you, Hong Qingsheng's wife closed her eyes, and this time it's finally all right."At this time, Ma Jialiang smiled and said to me, a relaxed face, that day, he was also scared.

I stood there and asked what was going on.

"Over there, the one in the leather coat, the timber boss of our village, he read a verse that he didn't know, and then he put his hand on it, and Hong Qingsheng's wife met her eyes, more reliable than Huang Daxian."Ma Jialiang said, at the end of the day, he said indignantly, "I think Huang Daxian is a fake, and the ability is unharmed, and the people of our village are afraid."

I looked in the direction he pointed, and sure enough to find a middle-age man in leather, the national face, looks very cold, is sitting in the guest position, by the village chief Mayonde and a few elders in the village.

He seemed to have a sense, but also turned his head to see me, eyes on the eye, my instinctive turn, do not know how, his eyes even make me feel vague, like the feeling of the teacher found when he went to school.

I am very strange in my heart, in the years of college, all kinds of people have seen, never this feeling, what am I false?I don’t owe him money or steal anything from him.

But after Ma Jialiang said so, I am a little impressed by this person.

Hongcun is located deep in the mountains, there is nothing else here, wood resources are still very good, and there is a state-owned forest farm in the county.This person has a wood warehouse in our village, and occasionally finds people in the village to help cut down or transport wood, which is also a good place for villagers to earn extra money when they are idle.

Somewhat strangely, this person occasionally appeared in the village, wearing leather clothes every time, and no one knew what his name was, and many villagers called him the leather coat boss, or fashionablely called the leather coat.

When I was a child, I saw him several times when I was playing in his timber warehouse, a very cold person, rarely talking, sometimes a person who came alone, and occasionally brought a driver and drove a pickup truck.

I never thought that this leather-clad guest, who had been in the village for many years but was very strange, was actually proficient in white affairs, and even Huang Daxian could not do things, and he did it.

Anyway, Hong Qingsheng's wife closed her eyes, which is a good thing, finally no longer need to go to Huang Daxian, and when the burial is over, perhaps these messy things are gone.

"Yes, Hong Qingsheng's mother-in-law will be buried at noon."Ma Jialiang said to me.

“So fast?”

I was surprised that according to the funeral rules here, the day after the death of the deceased will enter the funeral, and the coffin will be stopped for three days after the death.

Hong Qingsheng's wife closed her eyes in the morning, that is, today is officially dead, before Huang Daxian's not, because he did not close his eyes.

Just buried, Hong Village has never had this rule.

Ma Jia brightly nodded and said, "Yes, the boss of the skin said, saying that Hong Qingsheng's mother-in-law died ominous, and it should be buried as soon as possible."

I nodded and couldn’t say anything, and since he had the ability to let Hong Qingsheng’s wife close his eyes, it was right to listen to him.

We were talking, and the village chief, Ma Yongde, came over and said to me, "Little spring, when you carry the coffin into the mountain later, you hit the head."

I swallowed my mouth and spit, instinctively wanted to refuse, was really afraid, I don't want to have any relationship with the Hong Qingsheng family, today is not to find Ma Jialiang, I am not ready to come here, did not expect this, was caught strong.

To guide the dead, walk in front of the coffin.As the saying goes: White, the living avoid it.

This is a matter of so bad that ordinary people don’t want to do it.

But before I could speak, Ma Yongde said, "This is the boss of the skin himself to explain, you have to take more care, home light also go."

As soon as I heard it, I started playing the drums.

Did the tidling want me to go?

Ma Yongde turned away, I opened my mouth, in the end did not say the words of refusal, one really do not know how to refuse, these days I encountered things too strange, even bullshit, said out no one believed.

Second, I have a son who does not believe in evil in my heart, and I have not offended Hong Qingsheng's family, and in order to save his family's children, I have completely offended Gao Mingchang.

Sending the Buddha to the west, I will lead you to the road to be buried, and it is a merit, if it is true, as Huang Daxian said, I was remembered by something in the village, and that thing is the wrong soul of Hong Qingsheng's wife, it should also let me go.

Whatever it is, it has to be right or wrong, right or wrong?

If you want to find an enemy, look for a good man.

For any reason, I went on this trip.

Hong Qingsheng's wife nailed the coffin at ten o'clock on time, using the kind of thumb coarse coffin nail, listening to Ma Jialiang said that it was brought by the leatherman, in addition to the coffin also tied with three horizontal and two vertical ink lines, do not know what role, the previous funeral has not seen this.

At eleven o'clock, the coffin was raised by the eight immortals, and the two children of Ma Jialiang and the Chen family walked in front with the white buds.

Since the Hong Qingsheng family has no relatives, Hong Qingsheng and Hong Xiaoli are not normal, so the funeral team seems to be a little thin, and the total number of people is only 20 or 30 people.The leather-coat also came, walking behind the team, a cold face and expressionless.

I am a little strange, although this leather-coat has a lot of intersection with the village, but never saw that he had even a little enthusiasm and cordiality for the village people, how can he not only care about the Hong family, but also personally send the coffin?

Is he purely good-nright, or for some other reason?

I thought about it, and I couldn't help but shake my head, and the trouble experienced during this period was more and more suspicious.

Hong Qingsheng's wife's grave was selected in the back mountain, and there was a mountain road in three or four miles from the village, and there was a section of the road in the middle to go through the suspension of the water, which was not easy to walk.The front is very stable, the eight immortals are a few villages composed of professional households, also known as coffin masters, foot strength is not said, experience is also very old.

But just as it was about to reach that section of the cliff road, an accident appeared.

The originally very clear day actually darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye, which was obviously the rhythm of a storm.

Such weather changes in summer is also very common in summer, but at this time, many people's faces have changed, especially the head of the eight immortals Chen Jiutong, the face suddenly condensed, whispered to me: "Little spring, speed up the pace."

Chen Jiu Tong is also a Hong villager, to make a coffin and help people carry the coffin for a living, Hong Qingsheng's wife's coffin is he created, is a craftsman.

“All right, Uncle.”I nodded, watching his face heavy, my heart hanging up.

Although Chen Jiu Tong will not do things, the coffin master is a strength to work, but they carry more coffins, naturally know and wide.

I accelerated my pace, followed closely behind, the whole funeral team suddenly accelerated nearly twice the speed, those eight immortals are not really eating this line of food, in the ups and downs of the mountain road like a flat, did not fall.

Walking to the water section of the road, this part of the road to the right side of the mountain, the left side of the river, the road and the river between the gap of several meters, the road is not too wide, only enough to carry the coffin will pass, a careless to the left of the four eight immortals may be squeezed into the surging river.

When we got here, the team had to slow down again.

At this time, Ma Jialiang's voice suddenly came from behind me: "Wait, something will happen, don't help."

“What?”

My heart is a hard-hearted, inexplicable look back at Ma Jialiang, and now I am most afraid to hear the words "something happened."

“What?”The horse looked at him and said, “What’s wrong?”

I glanced at him and whispered to him, “What did you say, what don’t you want to help?”

“Me?”Ma Jialiang said, "I... I didn't say anything."

“Did you say nothing?”I only feel that my scalp is tingling for a while, Ma Jialiang didn't say anything, so who said that sentence just now?

“Are you sure?” he confirmed again.

Ma Jialiang looked innocently and shook his head, "I didn't really speak."

I swallowed a spit, chuckled in my heart, something happened!

Ma Jialiang was not good at lying since childhood, and the way he had just spoken did not seem to be lying.

I also wanted to ask again, but I was interrupted by Chen Jiu Tong, and his tone was quite serious: "Little spring, home, you two look at the road, don't be blind."

I dare not speak, look forward to the road, but just a few steps to listen to the back came a cry: "Careful!"

“Hold on!”

I shivered, looked back again, but saw the coffin crooked, and the one on the left of the eight immortals actually fell on his knees.

“Hurry up!”Chen Jiu drank low.

"No, brother, the coffin has sunk."One of the eight human.

“Suddenly it got heavy!”

“It’s getting worse, I can’t stand it!”

“Think about a way!”

“There’s something wrong with this coffin!”

The eight immortals were in chaos, and the coffin staggered, and the eyes were about to fall.

“Hold on, don’t let the coffin fall!”Chen’s face changed greatly.

“I can’t stand it!”

“Why is it so heavy?”

“...”

The coffin is more and more inclined, and it is about to fall into the river.

“Come and help me, carry it on the left!”Chen Jiu was sweating with the sweat, and hurriedly greeted people to help.

I did not say anything, put the white trumpet into the soil and ran over, on the left side of the coffin, Ma Jialiang, and the two descendants of the Chen family and a few men behind the back also went up together.

Everyone worked hard together, but strange things appeared, no matter how hard we try, that coffin is uneven, still tilted, just like a mountain above.

The right side of the coffin is still four eight immortals, carrying ease, and the left side of the coffin of ten people, but it is not smooth!

Such a tact makes those present anxious and afraid.

The coffin has not yet reached the cemetery on the coffin is a taboo of burial, in accordance with the rules of the funeral history, the coffin can only fall once after the coffin, and the coffin is absolutely not allowed to fall in the middle, otherwise it will be a big deal.

But what is shocking to us is that the power uploaded by the shoulders is still increasing, and the foot is getting harder and harder, and the eyes are about to be unable to carry it.

“This is a ghost quilt!”There were eight screams of horror.

“What to do?”Many people have white faces.

I was suffocated in fear, ghostly choking?

Does that mean there are ghosts on the coffin cover on our shoulders?

When I think about it, my legs start to soften.

“Hold on!”

Just then, the fur coatman rushed up from behind, only to see him holding a bowl of half-cooked rice in his hand and clasped it on the ground, knelt down three times, and put three no incenses on the side of the rice, and said:

"All the way to the mountain dragon king, today's new soul road through the treasure, not as far as the road, more than the way, more guilty, a bowl of grain can not be respected, after the must be served three animals of blood food, but also please raise your hand!" 」

With that, he took out another ash and lit it, standing in front of the rice, and there was no wind, and the candle swayed a few times, burning steadily.

With the light of the candle, I felt that the weight on my shoulders was a little lighter, and the coffin was flattened at once.

“Hold on!”

“Luckily!”

“A little.”

“...”

The people breathed a sigh of relief, but before everyone breathed, the candle suddenly went out without any sign of "poking", and turned into a smear of smoke.

“The devil blows the light!”

Chen Jiu Tong's face suddenly lost blood.

The leatherman's hand was also trembling.

My scalp exploded, I did not wait for the reaction, the coffin was crooked, and even the coffin took me into the river.

...