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Lin Zhishu had brought some necessities for the funeral, but there were some large items such as wood and such that couldn't be brought along, but all of these were not a problem. It was easy to find wood in the Baroda.

The Lin Zhishu made a list of items to be prepared and gave it to Kieran.

As Kieran was driving away, I jumped into the car and said to her with a smile, "I'll go with you!"

Unexpectedly, Kieran didn't even turn her head as she said, "Go down!"

I knew she was still mad at me, so I began to play the fool. I said I didn't trust you to go out by yourself, and I could do you a favor.

She said if you don't go down, I'll hit the wall in my car, and neither of us will live!

I thought to myself, good guy, this temper of his is really strong, but I like it like this, hehe …

I thought about it. "How about this, since you hate me so much, I won't ride in the car, I'll sit in the car, what do you say?"

This time, Kieran did not refuse, and only said two words: "Up to you!"

Hearing her say that, I was very happy, because since she agreed to let me sit here, it means that she has already forgiven me. It seems that this little girl is still very easy to coax.

So I got out of the car and jumped straight into the truck.

But what happened next was beyond my expectations, who knew that before I could sit still, Kieran suddenly stepped on the throttle of the car and flipped me over, heavily smashing me onto the ground and stirring up a layer of dust, causing me to grimace in pain.

Through the mirror, I could see Kieran in the driver's seat covering her mouth and laughing. She quickly drove the Ford Raptor pickup truck and disappeared from my sight.

I sat on the ground and held onto my butt that had almost been smashed into eight pieces, and only after recovering from the shock after a long while did I slowly stand up. Although my butt was in extreme pain from the fall, my heart was elated because I saw Kieran smile, and it was for me.

After returning to the house, I chatted with the Lin Zhishu, Da Jian and the others for a while. As they didn't sleep well that night, I got my wife to arrange a room for them.

With Second Uncle's House so large, there is no lack of rooms, so Da Jian and Lin Zhishu have arranged a private room for each of us. Before going to bed, Lin Zhishu told me to call him at four in the afternoon.

Kieran was rather efficient at handling affairs, she already prepared everything by noon, but she still remained stern and silent when she saw me.

Around 3pm in the afternoon, Lin Zhishu and Da Jian didn't even need me to call out to them before they woke up themselves. The few of us started to unload the carriage, and then came to the courtyard.

While doing this, I went over to Lin Zhishu and whispered, "Second Master, I need to discuss something with you. You can teach me later and I will do it tonight. I want to show off my skills in front of them.

Lin Zhishu rolled his eyes at me and said, "Not at all! You want to fly without even learning to leave? Aren't you afraid of getting screwed!? Besides, how could he treat such matters as child's play? I don't even dare to be a hundred percent sure and you dare to mess around? "

The Lin Zhishu scolded me like a cannonball for a long time. Da Jian also advised me that now is not the time, I want to learn things. I will slowly learn from the Second Master in the future.

When I called Lin Zhishu to come over, I had thought it through. When the Lin Zhishu came, he would be the one to teach me behind the scenes, and I would have to help him treat his illness, and the reason why I did that was simply to show off in front of Kieran and Samit. Now, it seems that I was too naive at the time, and the Lin Zhishu was right.

After the coffin was completed, Lin Zhishu wrote a large "Life" character on it with a brush. The handwriting was firm and strong, definitely not inferior to the calligraphers.

The Lin Zhishu said, "Monks recite scriptures, Taoists draw talismans, and know how to write. If one is unable to write well, how can one do wrong for the bereaved?"

After writing on the coffin, I spread out the inside with yellow satin and quilt before putting it back on the pillow. I asked him what was so special about this. It looked quite abstruse.

Lin Zhishu explained as he laid down a blanket, "Nothing special and comfortable. Come, give me a hand and help me pull that end."

I helped Lin Zhishu arrange the coffins together, and then Da Jian and the rest of us brought Second Uncle out of the house and put him in the coffin. We drove towards the Yamuna River, and when we arrived there, I saw that it was still as dirty and messy as before.

The next thing he needed to do was to unload the goods. He needed to use a wooden stake to set up the "cross street" funeral shed, and Lin Zhishu was even using a compass to measure it. Every time a direction was measured, he would change the direction of the window until he was satisfied.

All the things that Kieran had prepared were put to good use. Lin Zhishu ordered for the funeral procession to be hung on the shed and the paper house.

Second Uncle was wearing his birthday suit, and his face was painted with extremely colorful and comical colors. However, I couldn't laugh at all, so I suppressed my emotions.

I asked the Lin Zhishu what to do next. He just said to let me watch.

The locals had never seen this kind of novelty before, so they all came to join in on the fun. But because Yamuna River was a dirty and messy place, moreover, it was a place where water was buried, so the yin energy was heavier. So no one dared to approach it, and they could only watch from afar. Samit was not angry at all, and said smilingly: "If you guys aren't afraid of death, just watch."

As soon as his voice fell, the crowd immediately dispersed.

In the end, only, I, Lin Zhishu, Da Jian, Samit, Aunt Zi remained. To be exact, there was Fatty Luo who was lying in the coffin, a total of six people.

Da Jian just stood by the coffin and drank some water, occasionally coughing and clearing his throat. I asked the Lin Zhishu and he was busy writing a couplet.

After we were done, a paper man was placed at the entrance. This paper man looked like a female, with two pale little faces and a dot on the side. The pair of eyes stared straight at me, causing my hair to stand on end.

Kieran had been busy doing everything, and did not say a word. She only knew how to do her work, and she would occasionally pass by me and ignore me. When it was completely dark outside, Da Jian's sudden roar shocked me.

Da Jian's voice was definitely "The Voice of China," a wailing voice that shook the heavens and earth.

This posture, due to the atmosphere, I almost teared up as well...

As Da Jian cried, Lin Zhishu lit a candle in the middle of the house. The candle was covered by a lamp to ensure that the night wind would not extinguish it. I was stunned.

At this time, Kieran pulled me out of the funeral shed, and said with a cold face: "Don't cause trouble."

I said what was the matter with me? I didn't do anything.

Kieran rolled his eyes at me. I could understand the look in his eyes, which meant: You are causing trouble by standing here.

I was extremely embarrassed and didn't know what to say, so I pointed to the grieving couplet on the funeral shed and said, "Your writing is really good."

At this time, Da Jian had already cried twice, and Lin Zhishu took out a paper money and scattered it on the coffin, then started shouting, calling Second Uncle Zhang Dong Qing's name, stopping after calling three times, and stopping after calling seven times.

I know about that, but for strangers to leave, for the dead to leave alone, to call out their names is a simple matter, but for Lin Zhishu to do three or seven of these, I am not too clear.

When they were shouting souls, they rarely did any of the three or seven shouts. Even if they had to do so, they would only do the three or nine shouts.

The third and seventh also had the intention of disregarding the consequences, as well as being unlucky. However, according to the Lin Zhishu, my Second Uncle's situation cannot be too lucky.

When the Lin Zhishu was shouting out his soul, there was still a basin of water in front of him. Lin Zhishu burned a piece of paper every time he shouted three or seven times, sprinkling the ashes into the basin.

After who knows how long, Lin Zhishu suddenly stopped, the water in the basin in front of him had turned completely black. I was surprised. Something wasn't right.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew from the direction of the river, causing people to shiver. I couldn't help but shiver.

The funeral shed had only been lit with a single candle, and the light was very dim. When the wind blew, even though the candle was covered, the shadow of the candle would still float.

I stared at the candle, afraid for some reason that it would go out.

However, whatever it was that he was afraid of came closer and closer. Before the wind could react, the candle and the lampshade were blown to the ground and extinguished!

Ah!" Da Jian's mournful voice stopped as well, and cried out from the funeral shed s. The voice was so miserable that it gave people a fright.

In the darkness, he could vaguely see Da Jian lying on the ground, and it was unknown what kind of fear he had received. My heart thumped in my throat, and I couldn't help but hold onto Kieran's hand. Kieran held onto me back, her hands sweating profusely. She was an Indian, so she had never seen such a thing.

In the darkness, Lin Zhishu asked for no reason: "Who?"

Inside the coffin, there was a shadow sitting up straight. I bravely called out, "Second Uncle?"

The shadow didn't move, and my hair stood on end. Lin Zhishu also shouted, but the shadow did not speak.

At this time, the Lin Zhishu lit up the candle and from afar, they saw the Second Uncle sitting up from the coffin with his birthday suit. With his back to us, it was impossible to tell what his expression was, whether he was dead or alive.