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After asking the Second Master Lin, I found out that there was a custom in their village: Every time someone was born, they would prepare a pair of tableware for him to accompany him throughout his life.

The bowl and chopsticks would be buried with him when he left.

I thought, no wonder Bao Wenjun always ate with a porcelain bowl and a spoon when he was in college, it was a custom in his village. At that time, I wondered why Bao Wenjun always ate with a bowl when there were dishes in the school cafeteria, even when we asked him before, probably because he was afraid that we would laugh at him for being a country bumpkin.

Fortunately, the kitchen wasn't burned down, so we quickly found the bowls and chopsticks that Steamed Bun used.

Second Master Lin smashed the bowl on the ground and picked up a fragment.

He sincerely said that this was the last method. If it didn't work, then he would bury him.

Seeing this, I understood that he was going to cut the rope with the pieces of the bowl.

After all, the Second Master Lin is already old, and we all volunteered not to let him take the risk.

But Second Master Lin waved his hand, he wanted to come personally.

Entering the main hall, we fought back the remaining smoke and made our final attempt.

Unexpectedly, Second Master Lin managed to cut the rope off smoothly, and there were no accidents during this period.

We all gave a thumbs up, the older the spicier!

Second Master Lin came down and held onto the rope for us to deal with.

But we all backed away, and no one dared to take the rope.

Second Master Lin looked down on us, probably because he thinks that we're too cowardly.

Arriving at the courtyard, he lit a fire and set the rope on fire.

When he was done, Second Master Lin rubbed on another piece of rope and lit up the "Shadow Lamps".

Before he left, in order to make sure that the bun was alright, Second Master Lin intentionally opened the coffin to take a look.

We didn't dare to move forward. We just hid at the side.

But when Second Master Lin opened the coffin's lid, the expression on his face instantly changed!

Seeing Second Master Lin's expression, the three of us looked at each other.

My first thought is, Steamed Bun's gone?

However, I guessed wrong this time. Steamed Bun was still lying there intact.

And what surprised Second Master Lin was the set of "old clothes" he was wearing.

He remembered that at the beginning, he was wearing an old black robe, but now, he was wearing layers upon layers of old clothes with blue lace. Furthermore, they were extremely short. They were simply child's clothes! Only Steamed Bun was weak. If not, ordinary players wouldn't be able to wear him.

Where did the "old clothes" come from?

Second Master Lin turned his head and asked us, who helped him?

Amongst the three of us, you look at me and I look at you.

Da Jian was a little impatient. At a time like this, what was he going to do about it? Maybe it was something Bao Wenjun had given him to wear.

But Second Master Lin did not say anything at that time, he closed the coffin lid and we went back together.

When we got home, my mom cooked dinner. We didn't have much appetite, so we just ate a little.

Second Master Lin told everyone to take a rest first as they still had some work to do during the night.

After returning to the house, just as I was about to fall asleep, the Second Master Lin entered.

Looking at his expression, I knew he must have something to talk to me about.

Sure enough, he sat on the edge of the bed and went straight to the point. He wanted to know why Steamed Bun was wearing his old clothes.

My interest was piqued, and I asked him to tell me what had happened.

The Second Master Lin said that the problem lay in this old clothes.

It looked like an ordinary longevity garment, but there was a great deal of care within it!

In the white matter industry, there is a job called "longevity clothes maker", specially made for longevity clothes.

Generally, longevity garments didn't use fur, meaning that the dead would turn into beasts in the next life.

Therefore, most of the materials used are "silk cotton", meaning "nostalgia".

Secondly, the number of people wearing the birthday suit was even more detailed.

No matter what the living do, they pay attention to "avoid single love, double love", and any procedure in the funeral of the deceased involves "avoid double love, single".

The shroud is no exception, all who know, want to "five collars three waists", namely: five pieces of top, three pieces of skirt pants.

There were also many aspects of collocation that he didn't want to go into too much detail about.

Second Master Lin said that the biggest problem was that Steamed Bun's birthday suit was obviously made of beast skin.

Second Master Lin was able to see the inklings, so he immediately thought about the number of longevity clothes.

After browsing through, he found another problem.

The jacket and trousers were inside and outside.

This clearly meant that 'good things come in pairs'!

Thus, he came to the conclusion that some people wanted Steamed Bun to become a "beast" in his next life, and "good things come in pairs", which meant they wanted another one to die in his house!

What the heck! How much hatred and hatred was this?

No wonder Steamed Bun was so restless. If he was to wear such "old clothes", anyone else would be in an uproar!

I asked them, could it have been done by your village? Who in the village could make a shroud?

They carefully thought about it. Other than the fact that Steamed Bun's father was a butcher of pigs, no one else in the village seemed to know how to cook. Many people in the village were lazy and delicious.

You are older, you should know more about the situation in the village.

He frowned deeply. After thinking for a long time, he truly could not think of anyone who could make a birthday suit.

He said that Steamed Bun's birthday suit was definitely not something an ordinary tailor could make.

Because, other than the particular things that he said, the patterns on it and the way it was arranged were definitely the methods used by the insiders.

After chatting for a while longer, his eyelids started to twitch. Unable to hold on any longer, he fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up, I found that only the Second Master Lin's family members were still cooking.

When I saw that the sky was already dark, they definitely went to the Baozi's home.

I didn't even have time to eat before I turned around and left.

Reaching Baozi's home, there were already many people gathered outside, many of whom did not dare enter, yet wanted to watch the show.

Upon entering the courtyard, he discovered that there were several lights within the courtyard, much brighter than before.

Second Master Lin and Da Jian were busy bringing Bao Wenjun to the wooden bed.

Half a day had passed, but Bao Wenjun had still yet to wake up.

When Second Master Lin saw me, he waved me over.

He told me that he was in trouble again, that Bao Wenjun was unable to wake up, and must have lost his soul.

But now, he didn't know whether he had lost his soul or had Steamed Bun hook it up.

So now, he was going to find Bao Wenjun's soul and bring it back.

When I heard this, my heart went cold again. It seems that the burial of Steamed Bun was suspenseful tonight.

Second Master Lin ordered me to bring the Yin Lamps over and place them beside Bao Wenjun.

I took the lamp and walked this way.

As I walked, my neck felt cold and I could feel someone blowing at me.

When he thought of this, an inexplicable sense of fear arose in his heart.

The Second Master Lin shouted at me, Lift the lamp above your head! Don't look back, don't care about anything!

I suppressed my fear with great difficulty and placed the yin light beside Bao Wenjun's bed.

The moment he put down the lamp, the eerie feeling disappeared and everything returned to normal.

Trembling, I asked Second Master Lin if there was something following behind me.

Second Master Lin did not answer me directly. He only said that there were some things that I had better not know!

I thought, You old thing! Despite knowing that I'm weak, you still made me do such a thing!

However, how could I dare to say that out loud? I could only smile in greeting.

Da Jian and the others were ready, what should they do next?

Second Master Lin told them to bring a basin over for a porcelain pot.

Da Jian took a washbasin and placed it beside him.

Second Master Lin placed the paper money he prepared into a basin and started to burn the paper.

After burning the paper, he took out a piece of yellow paper, and with a push, a small boat appeared.

I have seen this boat before, last night at the place where the Holy Infant were buried, using this boat that Second Master Lin used to wake Xiao Tao up.

I poured the paper ashes from the pot into a place specified by the Second Master Lin and filled it with fresh water.

Then, he used the embroidery needle to take some of Bao Wenjun's blood and placed it on the paper boat.

It was just as amazing as yesterday, with not a drop of water on it.

Faced with this situation, I was always very confused, because I could not tell whether this was a supernatural phenomenon or a "trick".

Say it's true, but you can't see it, say it's fake, but it really wakes people up.

I know that the Second Master Lin has started to 'practice'.

At this time, the Second Master Lin began to mutter.

At first, I thought it was some kind of incantation, but when I listened carefully, it didn't sound like it.

The sound he made was different from yesterday. This time, he called out Bao Wenjun's name in an extremely rhythmic and soft voice, sometimes three times, and sometimes two times.

Sure enough, Bao Wenjun made a move.

Everyone present saw Bao Wenjun's hand tremble slightly.

As the Second Master Lin's "Soul-Calling" tempo sped up, Bao Wenjun's hands also began to move more and more.

The boat in the basin began to sway.

Every time the changes in Bao Wenjun's hand became more apparent, the Second Master Lin's "Soul-Calling" rhythm would also become faster and faster.

In the end, Bao Wenjun's head also started to move, and his eyes also started to react.

His hands began to prop up the bed, as if to sit up.