dead child, ghost carrying coffin

In the next few days, the people of Jiudaogou Village discovered that the animals around the village were particularly active.

Fox, weasel, snake, mouse, hedgehog.

These animals didn't fight either, they were in a hurry, as if they were looking for something.

Even more lively at night:

There were will-o'-the-wisps flickering in all directions, and the voices of people could still be faintly heard.

Fortunately, the deaf mother-in-law came forward to comfort and told everyone that as long as they don't leave the village, nothing will happen.

It's a pity that the Chumaxian family teamed up with Mai's grandma to search for more than half a month, but they didn't find any clues.

When everyone turned their attention to the wilderness outside the village, the dry well buried in front of Tian Laosi's house began to seep black water again.

It's just that the black water was covered by thick snow, and no one noticed.

Time flies, and in half a month it will be the beginning of school.

But at this time, Uncle Li suddenly fell ill, very seriously ill.

Hua Jiu tried all kinds of methods, but he couldn't make the old man get better.

The doctor that Director Zhou specially invited from the county seat was helpless.

Uncle Li is now 88 years old.

When he was young and fought, he was injured all over.

If it wasn't for the past few years, it would be difficult for Hua Jiu to use various medicines to recuperate, and I'm afraid she wouldn't be able to persist until now.

As he was dying, Uncle Li instead spoke to comfort Hua Jiunan who was crying into tears.

"Xiao Jiu, don't cry, I am satisfied that the old man can live for so long."

"It's time to reunite with dead old comrades."

"My only regret is that I didn't get to see you go to college with my own eyes."

As the old man talked, his spirit improved a lot.

But Hua Jiunan cried even more sadly.

He knew that this was a flashback.

Uncle Li asked Hua Jiunan to bring him a cigarette pouch and light it for him.

Meimei took a sip and said:

"Jiu, go and turn on the radio, Grandpa wants to listen to Shajiabang."

On the radio, Mrs. Ah Qing sang:

Build a seven-star stove and cook three rivers in a copper pot.Set up a table for the Eight Immortals to entertain the sixteen parties.

Those who come are all customers, all by mouth.Meet each other and smile, but don't think about it afterwards.

As soon as people leave, the tea will be cold.

What Zhou Xiang is not Zhou Xiang...

The old man hummed a few words and continued to speak:

"I haven't saved any good things in my life, so I'll keep these medals for you to remember."

"But I have to take the knife with me."

Gently stroking the big knife, Uncle Li burst out with pride:

"How do you feel about cutting your head today? Entrepreneurship is difficult and there are many battles. Go to Quantai to recruit the old department, and kill Yama with a hundred thousand banners!"

"If someone dares to bully our common people in the underworld, I will use this big knife to fight them desperately!!!"

Uncle Li laughed out loud after he finished speaking, as if he had returned to the war-torn years.

Smiling and laughing, the old man gradually fell silent.

Just like that, smoking his pipe and stroking his big knife, he passed away forever.

The death of Uncle Li made the whole small mountain village immersed in grief.

There was crying everywhere.

Every household wears sackcloth and filial piety to commemorate this old man who dedicated everything to the country and the people.

This night, the wind and snow got bigger.

Hua Jiunan didn't let anyone accompany him, and knelt in the coffin shed in the courtyard and wept.

The cold wind blows, and Chang Huaiyuan and Grandma Mai appear behind him.

Grandma Mai didn't sit in the sedan chair, but looked at Uncle Li's coffin and let out a long sigh:

"Good people don't live long!"

"Brother, just leave as you say!"

"It's a pity, it's a pity, old sister, my morals are low, and I can't save a person of great merit like you!"

Chang Huaiyuan lit three sticks of incense and bowed in salute:

"Good journey, old general!"

At this moment, the surroundings instantly became quiet.

Even the snow had stopped.

Chang Huaiyuan hurriedly dragged the grandmother in Mai into the side room, and attached them to their respective tablets.

"Masters Fan and Xie are here, and I need to avoid them."

Hua Jiunan raised his head, only to see two vague figures, one black and one white, standing in front of the coffin at some point.

The white figure said:

"The hour has come!"

"Changwu Inn on Huangquan Road, look out for your feet, please go ahead!"

The black figure then spoke:

"Please!"

I saw Uncle Li walking out of the coffin with a big knife behind his back.

He first patted Hua Jiunan's head dotingly, and walked into the room with a few steps.

The two figures, one black and one white, looked at each other, and followed closely without saying anything.

Uncle Li looked at the deaf mother-in-law who was lethargic due to excessive grief, and sighed.

Then he walked to Wang Qianyue, who was guarding the ever-burning lamp and crying into tears.

"Girl, grandpa is gone, you have to be well."

"Like your brother, study hard and get admitted to university in the future!"

After Uncle Li finished speaking, he clasped his fists at the two figures, one black and one white:

"It's time for the two of you, let's go on the road."

The black figure cupped his fists in return:

"Good talk!"

When they passed by Hua Jiunan, the white figure suddenly said:

"Sir, I know you can see us and hear us."

"Remembering the achievements of your ancestors, let me remind you."

"Girl over there, Ziheche was practiced by a lonely ghost."

"You have to find a way to find that guy, otherwise, the little girl will have a hard time living!"

Note: The placenta is also known as Ziheche.