C45

I carried the quilt on my back and followed behind Eccentric Song. His steps seemed to be leisurely, but it was very fast. Furthermore, his movements were extremely precise as he walked in the middle of the road. Presumably, if someone saw it, they would be very surprised.

I didn't even have the time to eat breakfast, so naturally, my footsteps couldn't reach to the point of flying.

Old Song looked back at me and snorted a laugh.

When I saw the first house, I felt a little relieved. Before that, we had walked a long stretch of mountain roads and fields. He didn't know what the other families were thinking by living in such a remote place.

Meanwhile, the old man from the She Clan lived in the innermost area of the mountain village. Seeing things in the dark is a bit of a problem, but it's not impossible. I climbed up and down. My rubber shoes were punctured.

The whole village was extremely quiet, which was fine, since it was after all the middle of the night, but I could hear nothing but the wind and the footsteps of old Song ahead of me. It was as if someone had used the dark night to seal the mouths of all the living creatures in the village. They would rather die from suffocation than to let out even the slightest sound.

There was not even the sound of a frog.

Eccentric Song stopped. He pointed at a blob of darkness and said, "We're here."

When I looked up, I could just make out a few lines in the darkness. It must be the structure of the house. What was more detailed was that he couldn't see it clearly.

With a thought, Elder Song walked in.

Old Song didn't turn on the lights. Instead, he quickly murmured something and heard a slight sound coming from the corner of the house. "Err …" "Ehh."

Eccentric Song pulled on the light from the lamp beside him and walked over to his feet.

By the dim orange light, I could finally make out what it was like. The room was empty except for a chopping board with an unlit incense stick stuck in it. There were a few fake longevity peach buns in front and a memorial tablet at the top.

This was not a place for people to live, it should be an ancestral hall!

Eccentric Song's body could not withstand the two coffins. Rather than calling them coffins, they looked more like long wooden boxes. The rough surface of the coffins had not even been painted on.

I hurried over, and a smell filled my nose. This smell was very familiar to me. When I opened the coffin, the smell was much stronger than this smell.

The faint smell of corpses mixed with the unique sandalwood fragrance of the elderly evaporated out. I subconsciously took a step back as Eccentric Song buried his head with his back towards me. I couldn't see his expression, but his collapsed spine seemed to have dropped to the ground instantly. He was old and lifeless.

I felt a wave of unhappiness in my heart. I kept having the feeling that Eccentric Song's body was about to become as thin and weak as the two old men lying in the coffin, and that he was about to lose his breath.

I stood at the back and did not say a word. Eccentric Song lowered his head for a while before saying, "Little bastard, do me a favor …" Go to the back room and get a shovel. We'll bury them. "

Without complaining, I turned and went to the back room. This is the ancestral hall, so the back room is actually the front room, which is also where the people live. Thinking about it, we just went around here, away from the two dead bodies. I turned on the light on my phone. When he picked up the shovel, it was already covered with dust. It had been a long time since he had picked it up.

I felt a surge of sadness and wiped my face. He asked where Old Song was buried.

Old Song didn't reply. His hands were on needle and needle.

I walked around to the other side of the coffin, and he didn't respond to my movements at all, continuing his work. His thumb and pinky were hooked together. Using the long yellow fingernail of his left pinky to place under an oval white porcelain bottle, he tapped the bottle, picked up a black rice grain with his fingernail, and twisted the grain with his right hand in that weird posture. He stood as straight as a log, steadily placing the grain on the corpse's left knee.

The rice grains shook and gradually elongated their bodies. I took a deep breath and watched as the black worm curled and stretched until it was as long as my thumbnail. Then it began to move slowly, and I immediately thought of the fat maggots that weaved through the eyes and nostrils of the corpse puppet. Although the colors are different, it seems like I've been thinking about those maggots a lot lately, especially when I see them. My first subconscious reaction is to look like them.

I was a little upset. Old Song had already stood up. He knelt for so long, but his expression was calm. He raised his head to look at me, closed his eyes, and slightly raised his hands.

It was unknown whether the corpse had starved to death or died of old age, but it was indeed skinny. Thus, one could clearly see the wriggling lines within it.

After the thread completely drilled into it, it left a small black hole, just like a silkworm eating the hole in the mulberry leaf. However, the mulberry leaf had now become human flesh.

The worm swam for a while under the skin before it suddenly disappeared. It must have drilled its way into the crevice of the bone. I observed my left leg, and when Eccentric Song raised his hands to drink, his knee seemed to jump up as if it was alive. I was startled. I was so focused that I thought it was a fake corpse.

The knee straightened out and jumped back up. Song Jue's face was hidden in the thick black color, and he mumbled a few sentences. The dead man's knee shook and trembled as if he was suffering from epilepsy.

Under my astonished gaze, both my knees and arms stood straight up. Then, like a burning stick, my entire body slowly stood up in the coffin.

The corpse was covered in black and yellow spots, and only a layer of skin was left over the bones. In the deeply sunken eye sockets, two eyeballs that had shrunk under the eyelids could be vaguely seen.

It was a corpse, and he stood up.

Old Song said, "Help me lift him up."

I extended my hand and my body shrunk. I lifted it from the coffin and gently placed it outside.

The bones were broken, and my arms still had the rough skin and the bones of the dead when I stood up straight.

Old Song did the same. I picked up the same skinny old lady and followed by the side.

The couple followed behind Eccentric Song. I was walking in front, carrying a shovel in my hand. The three of them were doing the same thing, and I thought I could only see him from the front.

Eccentric Song kept mumbling to himself, his right hand folded horizontally in front of his chest. There was a red thread between each finger, held in place by a golden hoop.

"Go dig." he said.

I nodded.

Eccentric Song chose a piece of concrete in the courtyard that wasn't covered in bricks and dug a huge pit. Although it wasn't possible to give him a coffin, the two old men had to lie down together.

I pushed the two coffins over and placed them in the hole. Old Song bellowed and the two corpses' knees bent as they lay face up in the coffin. I sprinkled a handful of dirt, shoveled back the cover I'd picked up, and kowtowed again.

In the end, it was the end of someone who had nothing to do with it.

Eccentric Song heaved a deep sigh and regained his composure. He turned to me and said, "You …" How much did you understand? " I told him what I had seen.

"Sigh." He looked me up and down. "What a pity that you … "Otherwise …" He clearly didn't explain it, but I seemed to understand what he meant — if it wasn't for the fact that I was about to die.

This sentence was especially strange in this situation. He didn't say it out loud, but the automatic supplement in my heart made me feel a strange feeling spread throughout my heart.

"Let's go."

We turned and walked out, but this time it was me who led the way. After a few steps, a bunch of orange flames suddenly lit up in front of us. A human face was exposed to the air as it stared at us with a ferocious expression. My heart thumped. Sure enough, that person opened his mouth and asked warily, "Why are you two here?"

The distrust on his face was obvious. I was stunned for a moment, but then Eccentric Song cupped his hands in a bow and said with a smile," Come and see an old friend. " What do you mean? You came to visit Master She? How come I've never seen you before? Why did you come in the evening? " The expression on the man's face became more cautious, and he spoke with a thick, earthy accent that I couldn't quite make out.

"Are you from the Xu family?" Eccentric Song narrowed his eyes for a moment before smiling, "Take me to see your grandfather. You don't recognize him, he recognizes you!"

"You even know my grandfather?" The man's expression relaxed a little. He looked at me and said, "Is this your grandson?" Well, I need you.

The man said to us, "It's already so late. Why don't you stay at my place for now?" "Then I won't be disrespectful." We are following behind.

Eccentric Song approached me and said, "My name is Xu Tuo, and my name is Xu Da Zha." The old man seemed to have walked out from the shadows. I nodded in agreement and smiled along with him.

"We're here." The man nodded. "My grandfather has gone to sleep. There isn't much room to sleep here. There is a guest room, so we should take our leave."

Elder Song nodded his head, smiled, and thanked him. The two of them entered the guest room, which was very large. A large bed was covered with a blanket, allowing two people to sleep on it. Not daring to be presumptuous, I took the small towel and spread it out on the sofa beside me.

Mr. Song smiled at me and threw himself under the covers.

He slept soundly, and I lay on the sofa with my eyes open.

So much had happened today that now my mind was unable to relax. As I replayed the scene in my head, the body suddenly stood up. He had seen it with his own eyes, and it hadn't been terrifying, but now that he thought about it, a cold energy rose from the bottom of his feet.

Just now, right in front of my eyes. The method of exorcism in Shaanxi province was revealed to me.

On second thought, I was almost a descendant of the body, and my handsome face was probably going to age.

And the reason I wasn't invited was because he thought I was going to die soon.

Of course, he felt that this was just an imagination. How could I really just die like that? Death at an early age?

I first scoffed at him, and the movements of him controlling the Gu worm replayed in front of my eyes. The two images overlapped, and my heart was slightly trembling.