C10

I shut my eyes in despair. Always make mistakes in unexpected places. You want to be careful, but there are people who don't want you to be careful.

Hu Dali, who was the culprit, hadn't realized that he had done something stupid yet. Instead, he shushed me, "Don't wake them up."

Hu Dali didn't answer me.

Hu Dali turned his head and looked at me strangely.

Hu Dali crooked his finger at me, indicating that I should stick my ear up.

I gripped the flashlight tightly and said, "Mighty, stop messing around."

After saying that, I turned my head to the side. At the same time, I made my preparations, because if this brat came up with any tricks, I would smash the flashlight onto his head.

Hu Dali leaned in close to my ear and whispered, "It's not the Bud Bearer, it's Hu Chai. Great deity, please show benevolence and help me to protect my father, Hu Chai, from all diseases … "

My head buzzed and cold sweat ran down my back.

I don't know what Hu Dali's father's name was, but he definitely wasn't called Hu Chai. Because Hu Chai was his clan uncle's father.

I took a step back and looked into Hu Dali's eyes with the flashlight. "What did you say?"

A normal person would definitely close their eyes or block the flashlight's gaze with their hands. However, Hu Dali did not have the slightest reaction and still had his eyes opened wide, like a little person in a box. I even noticed that his mouth was beginning to twist.

He opened his mouth, and let out a voice that definitely did not belong to him. "It's not the Chai Hu, it's Hu Chai. I plead for great deity to show kindness and to protect my father, Hu Chai, from getting sick. "

I suddenly understood, what's hidden in this box is the sentence that my uncle left it here.

In the past, when his clan uncle was suffering from an illness here, he said something wrong. He had been lying in bed for seven days and seven nights, yet he still had to let the villagers laugh at him because he had even called his father by the wrong name.

Everyone understood, of course. Under such a tense situation, they could even say their own names incorrectly, not to mention that their own father's name couldn't be mentioned often. However, this did not prevent everyone from laughing at him.

The clan uncle's father, Hu Chai, was an open-minded person. He had failed in his burial and did not complain at all.

I don't know how my uncle used it, but he hid it in a rag doll and kept it in a box. All I know is that we got into trouble tonight and let that out.

I used the flashlight to shake Hu Dali's eyes and said to him: "Don't say that, you hear me?"

Hu Dali did not answer me, but only shut his mouth.

Alright, he finally calmed down.

The current Hu Dali is extremely nervous, his weirdness is comparable to a clay figurine in a house. I didn't dare to ask for his help anymore, so I carefully took off my clothes from the clay figurine's body, and tried to remove as much dirt as possible.

My hands were trembling slightly, but that didn't matter. It was small and wouldn't interfere.

Seeing that I was about to succeed, I focused my mind and slowly pulled downwards, bit by bit. Suddenly, someone came close to me and whispered in my ear: "It's not Chai Hu, it's Hu Chai."

I shivered, and one of the clay figure's fingers was knocked off.

I was shocked and afraid. I suddenly turned my head around and saw that Hu Dali had come close to my ear at some point in time.

I stomped my foot on his body in anger. "You'll only drag me down."

Hu Dali staggered from my kick and fell to the ground with a thump. He didn't get up for a long time.

I was a little scared and hurriedly folded my clothes and stuffed them into my clothes. I walked over and patted his face. "Dazhi, are you alright?"

He slowly opened his eyes, a blank look on his face. Then he asked me stupidly, "Huh? Why are you asleep? "

I was overjoyed, because these were what Hu Dali should have said. I suspect that he was possessed by a ghost just now, but after being kicked by me, he recovered.

I helped him up and said, "If you're sleepy, go home and sleep. Don't just lie down."

Hu Dali scratched his head and said in confusion: "That's not right, I remember I was opening the box. "Well, I haven't seen what's in the box yet. Why am I asleep?"

Then he hurried over to open the box.

I was startled. I thought to myself, I just opened the box and I was scared half to death. Now I have to open it? I hastily stopped him. "There's nothing in the box." "There's no need to look at it."

Hu Dali was a little unreconciled, but I will not let him see me alive, so it's fine with him.

I led him out of the Golden Toad Temple, then increased my pace and left the cemetery.

When we went back, we both had three pieces of paper. But Hu Dali was very slow this time, and soon fell behind me.

I was a little worried about him, so I went back.

I saw him squatting at the top of a grave, slowly burning paper money, smirking as he burned it, and the firelight on his face was quite strange.

My voice was a little hoarse. "Energetic, are you okay?"

Hu Dali raised his head, glanced at me, and said casually: "I'm fine."

"What are you laughing at?" I asked him.

Hu Dali pointed to the tombstone and said, "This person is really fun, I see that he is not sleeping soundly right now?"

I was startled. How did he know the dead man was sleeping soundly?

But when I looked at the name on the tombstone, I was relieved. The person on the tombstone also had the surname Hu, there was no need to say what his name was. However, beside his name, there was a small line of words: Unreliable. Hu Dali probably only laughed because he saw these three words.

If one didn't have a firm grasp of the situation, it was a nickname. In our village, there are many similar nicknames: crooked neck, tired, not very familiar …

Ever since this incident, everyone began to carve their nicknames on the tombstone. It may seem funny to the villagers, but we all think it's necessary.

I pulled Hu Dali up and said to him, "Stop looking, let's go quickly."

As we were burning the paper and about to reach the foot of the grave, I suddenly remembered something and felt my heart thump, sending a chill down my spine.

Hu Dali's intelligence wasn't high enough, he was only in the second grade. I can guarantee that he wouldn't recognize the word if he didn't take a deep breath. Then, how did he recognize the person just now?

I turned around to look at Hu Dali. He was squatting in front of a grave and slowly burning paper.

I asked tentatively, "Energetic, how do you know if he's reliable or not?"

Hu Dali looked at me strangely: "How come I didn't know? "When I'm not going to bury him, I'll just play nearby."

I heaved a sigh of relief. Seems like Hu Dali's brain isn't very sharp, his memory is quite good, and he managed to remember the location of this person's grave.

The journey was full of twists and turns, but we managed to walk down safely. I didn't go home right away, but instead brought Hu Dali to walk around the village and arrived at the riverside.

This river was a little special. Due to the terrain, there was a section where the river flowed from east to west.

I sat down by the river and took out a large piece of white paper from my body. I folded the paper a few times, then folded it into a paper boat.

I stuffed the rest of the paper money into the paper boat and then respectfully placed the Buddha statue on it.

Before coming here, my uncle told me that the way to get rid of the Buddha statue is to stack a boat and let the boat carry the Buddha statue down the river. This process was called sending the Buddha to the west.

If the Buddha statue did not turn back towards the west, then it meant that this matter was completely resolved and there was no need to worry anymore.

I'm not actually worried about that. I've seen a lot of weird things, but I don't really believe that a statue carved out of stone can turn its head and look at me.

Perhaps more importantly, there was a sense of ceremony. One's subconscious would think that the matter had already been settled. Once a person had confidence in themselves, they would become extremely angry, and the ghosts and deities would naturally be unwilling to disturb them.

I held the paper boat and waited quietly. Not long after, I heard three crows coming from the village. The sky was about to brighten. It was time for the confluence of Yin and Yang.

So I put the paper boat in the water. The paper boat swayed for a bit, then floated towards the west.

The white paper had been folded several times and had become very thick, but it was still paper and it got wet as soon as it entered the water. It floated with difficulty, carrying the Buddha statue. It was estimated that it would sink within a short distance of its destination.

I stared at it and thought: When it sinks, it'll be all right.

However, just as the paper boat sank halfway, a rock blocked its path. The paper boat crashed into a rock and was sent spinning by the water current. Then I saw the Buddha's back turn from me to facing me.

My heart went cold: Buddha, turn back.

At this time, the east had already turned white, and the sky was getting brighter. I saw the paper boat slowly sinking, and the Buddha statue was holding the coffin, facing me, and slowly dipping it into the water.

Gurgle … The Buddha statue disappeared. The sky had also completely brightened.

I looked at Hu Dali beside me. He chuckled at me, revealing his white teeth.