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I've never even seen a dead person in my life, not to mention a dead person staring at you with his eyes wide open!

At that time, I was so scared that I backed up a few steps. After resting for a long time, I whispered a question to him.

It was as if my words had touched a nerve in Lao Er. He turned around and glared at me, then gritted his teeth and said to me. You still dare to say that my brother died with grievances? I will make you die with regrets today! Brothers, keep fighting! Fight to the death, if anything happens, just let me be!

The group from before, who had been carrying sticks, now approached me with sticks in their hands and surrounded me.

Lao Er shouted. Kneel! Kowtow to my brother!

I heard there was a fire going on. A scholar can be killed but not humiliated. From ancient times until now, I have never heard of anyone kneeling and kowtowing to his peers.

Then, I said to Bao Wenjun, Lao Er, if there's any misunderstanding, let's say it in front of everyone, or if you guys can solve it by beating me up, then do it, but I can't break the rules, I can't do it.

I really didn't expect that my old classmate would turn hostile just like that. He shot a look at the two people closest to me, and those two understood what he meant. They immediately gave me a kick to force me to kneel down.

At this moment, the humiliation in my heart has reached its limit. I thought to myself, Bao Wenjun, from now on, I will break off all ties with you. I will remember this humiliation.

After I was forced to kneel down, Bao Wenjun took something out from his messy bag and waved it around, and then shouted, "Did anyone see, it was this thing that killed my brother, it was Zhang Yang who played tricks on me, bringing back such a sinister thing from India, not only did it cause my brother to become rich, he even provoked a lawsuit, and now died with grievances!"

With that, Bao Wenjun placed the item on the small table that held the portrait.

I could clearly see that there was a Black Infant in the bottle. It was the Holy Infant that I invited over to help Steamed Bun.

Bao Wenjun continued, today I will smash this bottle in front of my brother and burn this damned baby!

Hearing this, I immediately stopped him and shouted, Lao Er, don't smash it! Don't let it leak out your true qi!

The red-eyed Bao Wenjun didn't listen to me at all, he pointed at me and cursed, 'After I finish this thing, I'll come and take care of me!

After he finished speaking, he raised his hammer, and hammered down. With a "Hua la" sound, the glass jar instantly shattered, and the liquid inside flowed all over the place, and even splashed onto Bao Wenjun's face.

The poor Black Infant fell down from the small table and laid on its back quietly.

Just as he smashed the jar to pieces, something happened.

The coffin was originally placed on a wooden shelf, but for some reason, with a loud sound, the wooden shelf suddenly cracked open and the coffin fell heavily onto the ground.

What was even more bizarre was that the red lacquer coffin that seemed to be extremely sturdy was actually broken into pieces. Both sides of the coffin were split open, revealing the corpse of Steamed Bun within.

This sudden turn of events caused the scene to fall into chaos once again. The timid ones ran away and hid in the distance to watch.

No one present, not even I, had ever seen such a scene, and all of them were dumbfounded, especially Bao Wenjun, who was completely stunned.

Steamed Bun's eyes were just like before, wide open. His eyeballs almost popped out.

Only after a long while did Bao Wenjun regain his senses, telling the others to stop staring blankly and instruct one of them to notify the Coffin Maker, and forge another coffin as soon as possible. The others followed him and thought of a way to close Steamed Bun's eyes.

But after thinking about it, Steamed Bun couldn't close his eyes.

I thought of my grandfather. When he passed away, he couldn't even close his eyes, and was then forced by the Second Uncle to glue it to his body.

Of course, this method obviously couldn't be applied to Steamed Bun. Originally, they had already forgotten about this matter. If I suggested this solution again, they would definitely skin me alive, so they had to think of a good method.

Bao Wenjun told everyone, they would be buried today no matter what, and if anyone had a way to make Steamed Bun close his eyes, they would be rewarded with 10,000 yuan.

Even though they were faced with the temptation of a high reward, no one dared to stand out and agree to it. This was because they had tried everything they could just now, but there was nothing they could do about it.

At this time, I stood out from the crowd and said to Bao Wenjun, I have a way to make Steamed Bun close his eyes, and I don't want a single cent!

Bao Wenjun was completely furious as he waved his hand and said, "Scram!"

Before I even opened my mouth to speak, a relative of Bao Family stepped forward to smooth things over. He said that if we didn't get buried today at this critical moment, it would be too easy to break the rules. Let's put down our personal grudges. Then let him give it a try. It wouldn't be too late to deal with this brat after this matter is settled!

Bao Wenjun, after all, was someone who had received higher education, he understood if it wasn't on a priority basis. After hearing what that person said just now, his expression immediately eased up, and he said to me, "If you make my brother unable to close his eyes, then don't think of leaving the village today."

I ignored him and called for a few clean drawers (steamed buns). Then I filled a basin with hot water and soaked it in the water. I covered Steamed buns eyes with my hands, then covered them with the drawer and tied them up around the back of his head.

To be honest, this was my first time coming into contact with a dead person and I was extremely nervous. However, in order not to embarrass myself, I suppressed my fear and did it.

While I was doing this, I told everyone that the principle was actually very simple. Although I had already stopped breathing, my nerves weren't dead yet and were still active. Using a wet and hot drawer cloth can relieve the tense nerves in my eyes.

After about half an hour, I told Bao Wenjun that it was ready.

But when they moved it away, they were all dumbfounded.

Not only did Steamed Bun keep his eyes open, his eyeballs were even crooked. They were like a pair of squinty eyes. They were as ugly as they could be!

Seeing that, Steamed Bun's mother cried once again. The others also sighed, while Bao Wenjun also cried.

The atmosphere became increasingly tense.

I was also shocked. What was going on? Not only did he not close his eyes, why was his eyes crooked? Unscientific.

After a while, the person Bao Wenjun sent to contact the coffin shop returned. Behind him was a small truck and another identical red coffin.

As he scratched the back of his head, he said, "This is truly strange, I have been at a funeral for so many years, and the coffin was only broken once. However, I only saw a layer of paint on it, and for someone like you, the entire coffin board was cracked, it can't possibly be a question of quality."

Bao Wenjun waved his hand. Forget it, don't be in a hurry to get rid of your responsibilities, this matter is not your fault. Didn't you bring a new set over?

The owner of the coffin shop said, "You can switch, but I'll tell you in advance that the coffins are custom-made, and this is the stock. If you don't mind, you can switch."

Bao Wenjun said that he was fine.

The owner of the coffin shop didn't say anything more. After collecting the money, he got someone to remove the new coffin from the cart, put the corpse of the steamed bun back into the carriage, and left.

Although the coffin had changed, the biggest problem was how to make Steamed Bun close his eyes. If he couldn't, then he wouldn't be able to be buried.

Just then, I suddenly thought of something. I immediately called Bao Wenjun to the side and asked him softly, "Is your silver pendant still being worn?"

Bao Wenjun looked at me with hostility, then took out the silver pendant s from his collar and asked me with wide eyes, What the hell is going on? You want to go back? Alright, I'll return it to you, but as for my brother's matter, we must have an end to it today!

I waved my hand at him. That's not what I meant.

He was stunned. Asking me, what do you mean?

I say, Steamed Bun, aren't you going to close your eyes? Hang this thing around his neck and try it out.

Bao Wenjun hesitated for a moment and asked me doubtfully, "Is that alright?"

I said, "Let's try it out first."

Bao Wenjun thought about it and said, Alright, then I'll give it a try, since I have a lot of money now, it doesn't matter whether I keep it or not.

After he finished speaking, he removed the silver pendant and returned to the funeral shed.

I followed closely behind him, and followed him to the coffin together. Bao Wenjun hung the silver pendant around Steamed Bun's neck, then used his hands to cover Steamed Bun's eyes, and whispered into his ear, "Old brother, no matter what grievances you have, I, your brother, will gift this to you.

Speaking of which, it was weird. After Bao Wenjun let go of his hand, Steamed Bun closed his eyes.

Everyone was happy. Steamed Bun closed his eyes. My tense heart finally relaxed and I let out a long sigh.

Bao Wenjun did not mention anything else about him hitting me, but he had never given me a good look either.

Afterwards, a few bold people picked up the Black Infant from the ground. It was said that they took it out to find a place to burn it.

At this time, Bao Wenjun's second aunt came over and said, "Do you know why Steamed Bun refused to close his eyes? I just looked at my calendar, the day today is not right, it is not suitable for the funeral."

Steamed Bun asked her, then what do I do?

His second aunt said that no one in your family understood this, and there were many things to be done about mourning. If you didn't follow the rules, you would definitely get something out of it.

Bao Wenjun thought for a while, then said, "Alright, let's keep watch."

If the old man died, then it should be his son's generation who would be on night duty. However, people like Steamed Bun, who hadn't even gotten married before, had to find the Eight Immortals to be on night duty.

In our village, the Eight Immortals are all tough young men. They have all five elements and three souls, so they are called the Eight Immortals. These kind of people are responsible for carrying coffins and keeping vigil in the village.

Under normal circumstances, the Eight Immortals would usually act together with four people, because it required four people to carry the coffin.

However, only three Eight Immortals had come today. One was missing, and the other had gone to the outer village to help with the funeral. It was impossible to do without one person on night duty.

Bao Wenjun asked several people present who were willing to help watch the night, but those people all shook their heads like a rattle. When they encountered such an evil thing, it would be strange if anyone dared to watch the night.

Finally, Bao Wenjun set his gaze on me.