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After listening to him, I was like a deflated ball.

Before I could react, a person barged in from outside. Panting, he said to Lin Zhishu, "Bao …" Bao Wenjun couldn't take it anymore, he had to prepare for the future.

Lin Zhishu calmly said before going over after he finished listening. It seemed like he had long seen the white matter of life and death.

Although Bao Wenjun being that sick already made me mentally prepared beforehand, after hearing the news, my heart still shook.

Lin Zhishu asked me if I should go and have a look.

I said, now that you've saved me, can they let me go?

Lin Zhishu said, don't worry, I have already explained this to the village head. Since I can save you from the river, they will not throw you in, otherwise, how can I save you?

I asked him, 'What did you tell them to let me off so easily?'

The Lin Zhishu said that it was too late now, we should go to Bao Wenjun's house first. We can talk about this later and see if you can stand up.

I tried using my strength. Other than my shoulders feeling a little sore, everything else was fine. Thus, I got up and walked with him towards Bao Wenjun's house.

We walked all the way to Bao Wenjun's house. The moment I entered the courtyard, I was so scared that I shrank back.

Because in his yard, there were dead dogs everywhere …

The most terrifying thing was that these dead dogs all opened their eyes wide. Their eyes were slanted to the side, revealing the whites of their eyes. Furthermore, they all opened their mouths wide.

Just imagine, what a terrifying scene this was.

Lin Zhishu said that it was nothing, these dogs died last night, I don't know what happened, but they all gathered at his house, let's not worry about this for now.

The courtyard was surrounded by a lot of people. It was a custom of my Great Heaven Dynasty to watch the liveliness, and it was common in almost every village.

Stepping over the corpses of the dead dogs, pushing through the crowd, he realized that Bao Wenjun was lying on the side of the yard, barefooted. The white cloth that was wrapped around him previously was already spread out, revealing his body inside.

It was no exaggeration to say that I almost vomited when I saw his body. Although I was prepared, it was still more disgusting than he described.

From the neck down, almost no part of his body was intact. There were scabs everywhere, and he was so skinny that people could only look at him with disgust and pity.

After some information, he found out that this morning, Bao Wenjun suddenly struggled to get up and walked out, and no one could stop him. He said that he was dying, and did not want to die in his house, for fear of attracting more dirty things, but the moment he stepped out of the hall, he fell on the ground, but he persisted in not allowing anyone to support him.

Bao Wenjun's eyes opened slightly, and his eyeballs could no longer move. His pupils had already started to expand, and I knew in my heart that he was hopeless.

Bao Wenjun's mother was sitting on the ground wiping away his tears. His father was pacing back and forth, adding to the numerous onlookers, the courtyard was in chaos.

After a while, Bao Wenjun expressionlessly whispered something and called Zhang Yang over!

When I heard him call me, I went and squatted down in front of him and told him I was here.

Bao Wenjun's brain could not move at all, because the connection between his neck and body was already sealed by a thick layer of scab, even if he had the strength to turn his head, he was afraid that if he were to open his wound, his head and body would most likely be pierced through!

His eyes were blank, and he said, in a faint voice: Stay away from the Indians.

Keep away from the Indians! Who exactly was the Indian he was referring to? And what did that mean?

I wanted to take advantage of the fact that he was still conscious to ask, but when I asked again, Bao Wenjun was no longer speaking. I had no way to urge him, so I could only wait for him to wake up.

Just then, Da Jian ran in from the outside, panting. He held a medical case in his hands, and when he arrived in front of Bao Wenjun, he immediately started to busy himself, acting as an emergency treatment tool. Da Jian knew a little about medicine, so he temporarily took care of Bao Wenjun who was lying on the ground.

I didn't know what to do next. I just looked around, the bunch of dead dogs on the ground had already been dealt with by Lin Zhishu and only one male dog was still eating from a bowl in the corner.

I didn't pay much attention to it at first, but I suddenly thought of a question. Didn't all the dogs in the village die? And the last dog that was carried by the Miasma River last night died in a coffin, so where did this dog come from?

However, what I saw next made me even more surprised.

The bowl was empty, but the dog was eating with relish!

To make sure I wasn't seeing things, I wiped my eyes and looked at it a few times. There really wasn't anything in the basin!

I still don't understand why a dog pretends to eat in an empty basin.

Originally, I wanted to ask someone what was going on, but Da Jian was busy doing emergency treatment on the side, when Second Master Lin was dealing with dead dogs, she couldn't ask them, so I kept this in mind and thought about asking them when I had time.

I didn't expect that day to be the last time Bao Wenjun and I would meet, and also be separated by life and death. Four years of good friends from university left this world in such a strange manner, making it hard for me to forget about it.

Before Lin Zhishu even finished dealing with the dead dog, Bao Wenjun had already died. Before he died, he only said two short sentences to me, the first one being: "It did it". After five minutes, the second sentence he said was: It's here.

After saying the second sentence, Bao Wenjun completely swallowed his breath, and in the end, he was still unable to hold on. I did not cry, and I was even very calm.

I really want to ask Bao Wenjun, who exactly is the "it" you mentioned? However, there would never be another opportunity in the future. Bao Wenjun's death had taken away too many things that could not be said to be requested of him.

When Bao Wenjun left, he looked at me like his brother, Steamed Bun, with his eyes wide open.

After Da Jian announced the news of Bao Wenjun's death, Bao's Father's Baobao cried miserably, causing me to be unable to bear to watch any longer. No one would have imagined that losing two sons in a row within a month would be so painful.

Lin Zhishu looked at Bao Wenjun who was lying on the ground and said, I know why he would rather die in the courtyard than enter the house.

Why? I asked him.

Lin Zhishu shook his head and said, "I am not sure yet, but I will tell you when I am sure, let's do the aftermath first."

In a daze, Lin Zhishu walked over to the corpse and took out a stack of yellow paper, burning it in front of Bao Wenjun. Then, he and Da Jian carried the corpse into the hall.

Before I saw them enter the room, I stood up Bao Wenjun's body up and controlled his body. First, I let Bao Wenjun step into the right leg, then the left leg. I also followed them into the room. After they placed Bao Wenjun on the bed, Da Jian told me that ghost's habit was to first step through the doorstep with his right foot, then lift his left foot. Yang Men, on the other hand, were the exact opposite.

If I hadn't asked them before, none of them would have told me. But today, Da Jian took the initiative to tell me these things, which did indeed surprise me.

He went on to say that when the gods appeared, they had to separate themselves from their ancestors, that they had to be careful when carrying them out of the house, that they had to light a lamp with their right foot, that they had to leave behind their left foot, that they had to throw paper money before they left, that the world below was wonderful, that they didn't want to stay at home, and that they had to leave paper money at the door when they came in, that they had to do it at the same time, and that some said they wanted to reward the ghost servant, and that they had to stay at home for a few days, or else, to avoid attracting any other souls, the procedure of entering the house was called "ghost". "

I asked him what would happen if he didn't follow the procedure.

Da Jian said, if the gods did not do this, the souls of the ancestors would not leave the, and they were lost in their own homes, causing trouble, but what about the ghosts? If they did not follow ghost's rules and enter, the ghost would not be able to come in, and would be in trouble everywhere. Not only that, the people who carried the corpses would also have to follow each other's footsteps, if not, it would be very easy for the ancestors to leave your soul outside.

After they finished speaking, they took off all of Bao Wenjun's clothes. As they were doing so, Da Jian used a piece of white cloth to cover up the corpse. Lin Zhishu was in charge of changing into clean clothes.

While they were changing clothes, the two of them kept turning their heads, not even sparing a glance at the corpse.

When Da Jian took off the white cloth, the new clothes and shoes had already been changed.

After that, Da Jian took the initiative to tell me that this was called "Mimosa". A man knows how to wear clothes to hide his face, and it was the same for the ghost.

I nodded to show that I understood.

Back then, I did not think that these things were of any use to me, but now that I think about it, these folk's "skills" had played a great role in my future sales of Holy Infant s.

After the corpse was carried into the house, the Lin Zhishu said that he had to think of a way to make Steamed Bun close his eyes.