Wake up, stop dreaming [Quick Transmigration]

The sound of mourning was getting closer, and the three walked quickly into the village, passing by a group of villagers with flashlights on the way.

Hearing human voices from a distance, the three of them hid wisely, and only after the people left did they sneak around like ghosts entering the village.

Every household is lit with lamps, which refers to the lights inside the house, but the door lights at the gates are all turned off.

What is even more strange is that since they entered the village, no one has been seen.

He Ziyang said: "If you don't sleep in the middle of the night, where did you go?"

He Bao said: "The sorrow and joy haven't stopped, let's all go to the funeral."

Zuo Yan gathered up his clothes, "When someone dies, the whole village has to go to the funeral?" Moreover, when he died on the Ghost Festival, he felt inexplicably uneasy.

They walked along to the sound of mourning, and Zuo Yan felt that he was getting closer and closer to Ge Lan.

Until they met a group of people on the road, a funeral crowd carrying a coffin.

A group of people wore white linen clothes, hats of the same color on their heads, and their tailbands were pulled up in the night wind.

Walking stiffly, there is not much sadness on his face, but more fear that cannot be concealed.

The man who carried the coffin clenched his teeth, and the muscles on his arms bulged, and he felt as if he was about to be stretched through his clothes.

The person at the front had a serious face, holding a white sail in his hand. Every few steps on the road, there would be a crisp bell ringing. Zuo Yan looked carefully and found a simple bell hanging on the top of the sail.

Three steps and one shake, five steps and one shake, the rhythm of the sound is different.

And what attracted Zuo Yan's attention the most was the coffin surrounded by the crowd. It was pitch black as if it had been stained with ink, but it also had a stench.

The coffin looked simple, but it was extremely heavy, and the faces of the men carrying the coffin were so heavy that veins popped out.

A few people squatted behind the crooked neck tree on the side of the road. The branches were lush in summer. Through the gaps in the branches, they could see a large group of people following behind. The white figures looked like ghosts in the woods before.

In front of the coffin, there was a woman leading the child. She didn't hear the crying, and held the child's hand tightly. The child, who looked only about five or six years old, couldn't bear the pain and began to cry.

This was the first human voice besides the mourning music and the bell. If it wasn't for the crying sound, they would hardly remember it. The most indispensable thing for the funeral procession is the crying sound.

As soon as the child cried, the provoking woman hurriedly blocked the child's mouth, while looking at the leader in front of her in a panic, the man didn't stop shaking the bell, and turned to look at the woman coldly.

"Little treasure, don't cry, don't cry, keep your voice down, be good..."

The woman's cautious voice whispered in the child's ear, sweating from anxiety.

The adult's hand covered not only the child's mouth, but also the child's nose. However, the woman was too nervous to notice, so when the child broke away from her and ran to the side, she was still in place.

The child panicked, bumped into the coffin bearer, fell to the ground, and hit the back of his head.

And the person who carried the coffin relied on that breath of energy, subconsciously wanted to help the child after being hit like this, and his hands were slack, so the coffin lacked a corner of strength and tilted to the ground.

Several people who carried the coffin looked at the coffin in horror, and the person who rang the bell shouted sharply: "What are you doing standing there! You still don't lift it up!"

The four hurriedly lifted the coffin, and the people behind let out a cry of surprise when they saw the coffin hit the ground.

The bell ringer looked at the woman coldly, and the woman held the child tightly in her arms, not daring to look at him.

"Little Treasure doesn't know anything...the village chief...it's all my fault...I..."

Zuo Yan saw the sternness in the bell ringer's eyes flashed past, but he said: "The child is not easy to come by."

The sweat on the woman's forehead hit the ground, but she let out a sigh of relief.

"Carry the coffin!"

A group of people continued to walk forward like ghosts at night, no one spoke, as if they dared not speak.

They didn't come down from the tree until the people were far away from them.

"There is something wrong with this village." He Ziyang touched his chin, "The outside of the coffin seems to be painted with blood."

He Bao added: "It's also mixed with ink."

This team is not so much a funeral, it is more like a ceremony, and it is still in the middle of the night, the early hours of the ghost festival, when the sun is not up.

He Ziyang said: "It doesn't matter what they are doing, we didn't entrust the case to us, and the weirdness has nothing to do with us, little panda, where is your brother?"

Zuo Yan took off the green leaves on his head, looked at the tails of the crowd and said, "I'm afraid we really have to go and see."

"What do you mean?"

Zuo Yan said, "I feel that Grant is in the coffin."

"what?!"

He Bao asked: "Are you sure?"

Zuo Yan said, "I'm sure."

He Bao looked at his butt, "Forget it, let the boss eat it." Before Zuo Yan's foot kicked over, he quickly said, "Let's hurry up, what if we get buried soon!"

Zuo Yan looked at the surrounding lights, the white porcelain mask glowed in his hand, the number of houses in this village did not match those of the people just now.

So where are the rest?

They followed the team all the time, and the reason why they didn't stop the coffin was because Zuo Yan clearly felt that Ge Lan was still alive. It would be disrespectful to stop the coffin during the funeral, and what if Zuo Yan felt wrong.

Since this group of people was going to the funeral, they must be going out of the village, and happened to meet the person who was holding the flashlight before.

"what happened?"

"Village Chief, the forest in front has been destroyed." He said and handed him a few pieces of wood.

The bell ringer was shaking the white sail, squinting his eyes, "Did you see anyone?"

"No, we have nothing there, and those bones are exposed." The last sentence was whispered.

The village chief frowned, and the man immediately said, "We've already buried it."

"Well, go and follow, don't make a mistake."

Hearing the hurried footsteps from behind, Zuo Yan and the others dodged in the dark place by the side of the road. The man rushed to the village chief and whispered a few words in his ear.

The village head frowned even tighter, and made a decision that surprised everyone behind him.

"Bring the coffin back to the mourning hall!"

"village head!"

"Bring it back!"

Zuo Yan and the others didn't understand why they suddenly wanted to come back again, but it was just right, otherwise they would stop the opening of the coffin in a while.

The coffin was returned to the mourning hall, and a few people were left to guard. The rest of the people were not allowed to enter, but could only wait in the outermost yard.

And when Zuo Yan and the others came in, they could see more people outside the mourning hall.

It would be easier to deal with a few guards. When a few people entered the mourning hall, they first ran to the coffin, opened it, and saw the little fat man lying inside, holding a half-eaten bamboo shoot in his paws.

I really can't forget to eat it anytime.

The little fat man fell asleep and couldn't wake him up.

He Bao and Zuo Yan glanced at each other and set their eyes on the other person.

He Ziyang pointed at himself, "You don't want me to carry him behind your back, do you?"

Yep, that's what we thought.

With the fat man on their backs, a group of people went out, not because they have been hiding from this group of people, but if they want to investigate this place, they can wait until they go back, otherwise these are all human beings. The consequences will increase accordingly.

It's not fair, but ghosts aren't all that easy to do.

Several people were thinking of going back the same way, but what they didn't expect was that the gate of the way back was full of people.

A group of people under the eaves all looked in their direction.

He Bao and He Ziyang moved in tacit understanding, the mask fell on the face, and the black robe surrounded the body, and the two of them and the little panda were not exposed at all.

The clothes and masks themselves have a hidden effect, which cannot be seen by humans, and He Bao and He Ziyang themselves are ghosts.

The clothes on Zuo Yan's body were almost torn to pieces before and had no effect, so everyone's eyes fell on him.

Zuo Yan turned his head and looked at the two of them resentfully, they shrugged.

Who let him be, he was the only one alive.

"Who are you!"

"He came out of the mourning hall!"

"catch him!"

The group of people saw him as a stranger, as if they had been spied into a secret, and several people rushed towards him fiercely.

Zuo Yan dodged to dodge, raised his eyes inadvertently, and met a slightly familiar person.

The man looked at him in surprise, wondering why he was here, and immediately looked behind him after being taken aback.

Zuo Yan followed his line of sight subconsciously, but didn't notice that several big men were frozen in place, and fell to the ground in the next second and couldn't move.

"do not move."

Zuo Yan turned his head and saw the familiar chin, which was very close to him, and when he looked up, there was a face, still wearing the same black clothes at night.

A pair of white hands reached behind his waist and straightened his messy clothes.

Zuo Yan could feel his cold fingertips touching his waist, and he shrank his muscles.

"Boss."

From the corner of Si Jia's eyes, he looked at the two shadows who raised their hands in surrender hidden in the darkness, and then looked at the bewildered young man in front of him.

Rubbing his head, "Stupid thing."

The rest of the people looked at the person who appeared suddenly in horror, Zhao Junfeng looked back and swallowed.

This person, obviously behind them, when did he suddenly appear in front of them?

The bell ringer they had seen before, that is, the village head, had an ugly face, but looked at Sika with fear in his eyes.

No one asked why Zuo Yan appeared, and no one went to see the missing corpse in the coffin.

The villagers sent them out of the village with obvious respect and fear.

Before leaving, Zuo Yan glanced back, Zhao Junfeng looked at them with complicated eyes, only he was dressed in a black suit, as if he had just come out of a banquet, he was a little out of place in the crowd.