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The mournful music played by the suona spreads in all directions, and the floating paper money opens the way. One by one, it seems that a white forest is about to be erected. A group of pedestrians walk on both sides holding the flags. dim.

"Sin, why did you die?"

The sound of mourning and music mixed with crying, and some whispers also came along with the wind.

"Isn't it? It's been eight months, one dead body and two lives!"

Some people murmured, wondering if they were watching the tragic situation of this family, or looking at the rare bright red coffin.

"So, it is necessary to have an evil nature, and this is the grand burial!"

There seems to be someone who knows a little bit of the reason, and he is showing off here, tsk tsk envious.

"It's worth it, it's worth it, how much does it cost!"

Along the road, many people were watching from a certain distance, watching the dust and sand in the wind blur the figures of mourners, watching the procession drifting away, watching the paper money fluttering one after another, like a crowd of people. It snowed heavily, but the snowflakes were bigger than copper coins.

Some people shy away from it, they don't get close, they just watch from a distance, while some people, seeing it for the first time, stand a little closer.

The sound of music and crying continued, but there was a piercing voice: "My mother is not dead, you open the coffin, open it, my mother is still alive, and my brother is alive!"

A little girl in Tsing Yi ran out from nowhere and crossed the road, trying to catch everyone who passed by.

"My mother is not dead, she is not dead, father, save my mother, she is not dead!"

The little girl in her teens didn't seem to have completely faded her childish voice, her sharp voice shook the entire haze, causing the plain white team to slow down involuntarily.

"Xiu Niang, Xiu Niang..."

In the direction where the little girl was running, a man stumbled and followed. He shouted his wife's name, completely ignoring the eyes of others, and was about to jump on the coffin.

A strong man stopped him, and a man who looked like an aunt came out of the line and tried to persuade him: "Wenhan, we all know that you are sad, but the deceased is already dead, so you can't let people go away with peace of mind? Xiuniang suffered a heavy bleeding during childbirth. It's unlucky to die, you have to bury it quickly, don't stop me, lest you miss the time and hurt Xiuniang instead..."

Her words have their own reasoning, the man is still in pain, but his expression is a little hesitant, he doesn't know whether he should obey, he passed out when he heard his wife died, and when he wakes up, it will be a big funeral, suddenly like a dream, where , Where is it so fast? !

"My mother is not dead, you didn't see it, is she still bleeding? Dead people don't bleed!"

The little girl pointed to the bottom of the coffin, the drops of blood fell on the yellow earth, the wind blew the sand away, and was buried soon, but it was indeed flowing.

The men who carried the coffin hesitated and stopped in their footsteps. They never did anything harmful to nature, and they were even less likely to help evildoers. If they were still alive——

"Silly girl, it's just that the blood is still cold."

The aunt said that she was going to pull the little girl, and she winked at the mother-in-law who came after her, she couldn't even look at the little girl, what's the matter? !

Just when the two women were furious and were about to grab the little girl, suddenly there was a loud cry of a baby, which came from the coffin.

Bang bang bang, there seemed to be a knocking sound coming from the coffin, and the vibration was transmitted to the pole, and the men who carried the coffin softened their hands and put down the coffin directly.

"Hey, hey, coffins can't fall to the ground, you can't..."

The aunt shouted loudly, but it was too late, the coffin had already landed on the ground.

The omen of getting promoted came out, good or bad, the scene froze for a moment.

"Open the coffin!"

The stopped man seldom shouted boldly.

"Open the coffin, my mother is still alive!"

The little girl also became courageous and shouted loudly. Amidst the crying of the baby, she also burst into tears.

There are more and more people watching, and the coffin will be opened if it is not opened.

The bloody baby was taken out of the coffin, but his mother couldn't get out, her wide-open eyes were cloudy, and the tears in the corners of her eyes were still wet, she didn't know what kind of pain she felt when she died.

On the inner wall of the coffin, there were traces of scratching bloodstains covering her ten bloody fingertips. The man trembled and retreated unconsciously. Didn't even hear the cry.

"Unlucky, coffin boy."

The aunt said this, and glanced at the man, who seemed to be stupid, dumbfounded, as if he was only one blow away from passing out again.

Seeing the man roll his eyes, a man followed him and helped him down.

"Mother, mother, open your eyes and look at me!"

The little girl shouted loudly, she wanted to wake up her mother, but unfortunately, she couldn't.

The baby sobbed softly after leaving the coffin, and didn't cry anymore. His eyes still couldn't see clearly, but he could hear the excitement of this big scene.

On the day of his birth, the mother who gave birth to him died. Some people said that she was suffocated to death alive in the coffin.

On the day of his full moon, the little girl who saved his life, the little girl died, accidentally fell into the well and drowned. It is said that when they found people, they were all head down.

On his first birthday, his own father, a man named Wen Han, married a new wife, and the excitement of beating gongs and drums had nothing to do with him. In a humble hut.

"This child's life is not good. The coffin belongs to yin. People like us can't support it. We can only give it to my aunt, and let my aunt deal with it."

There is very little furniture in the house, an altar table is the most conspicuous, but there is no god image, only an unburned incense burner is placed there, there is a lot of incense ash in the burner, almost overflowing, obviously it is also commonly used.

"Let it go."

The woman called "Auntie" has half a hundred hair, and there are many wrinkles and spots on her face. She can't tell her age for a while, but in ancient times, she could be regarded as an old lady.

The lonely old man, she was the only one in the room, she couldn't see anything scary, but the visitors were extremely awed.

Hearing her words, he hurriedly put down the child with a smile, stepped back out of the threshold, and then walked away quickly, his figure quickly blending into the night.

"Hey, tiger poison doesn't even eat its eggs!"

After the man left, Auntie let out a "bah" towards the door, a kind of contempt flashed in her eyes, which was somewhat complicated. In the night, her eyes were like wolf's eyes, a little green. Ruowu green light, more animal-like, not good to look at.

This is not a kind old lady.

Because what she did was not a benevolent thing in the first place.

[Main task: Yin walker. 】

[Current progress: Qin Jiuyin (Master) - not completed. 】

Turning his head, he opened the bag holding the child, saw that it was a boy doll, frowned, and finally sighed: "Let's make do with it."

Hearing that "yong", Ji Mo, who was still a child, had a bad feeling, and quickly and wittily showed a toothless smile when the other party hugged him, and tried hard not to drool outside , so as not to make people feel sloppy.

He was born into a wealthy family, and although his grandma did not like him, none of the servants dared to neglect him. Even the nanny was afraid that he would not take good care of the young master. Before his own father married again, no one dared to treat him poorly A child who is not sensible.

Even if his elder sister fell into the water and died when he was full moon, and some people said that he restrained his mother and relatives, no servant dared to treat him badly. Everyone, trembling under the authority of his grandma, together with him My dear father, the only courage in his life may be to stop the funeral coffin, and it is not sure whether it is because of the little girl's driving ducks to put on the shelves.

His grandma doesn't like his mother, as if it was the mother-in-law who made his grandmother difficult for half of her life in the previous generation who made the marriage, so even this mother was never the daughter-in-law that his grandma liked, mother-in-law and daughter-in-law Coupled with the grievances and grievances between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law of the previous generation, the hatred in it may not be clear.

As a result of this struggle, the dead cannot compete with the living.

Oh, I forgot to mention that the family of the bride married by his own father is very powerful, and it is the kind of power that can help people change their families. Therefore, it is understandable that they are not willing to accept two ready-made children and become stepmothers when they enter the house. .

Perhaps Ji Mo's life as a monk in his previous life made him understand the meaning of Buddhism better. After the incident happened, he realized it, but he couldn't say how much he hated it.

Opportunities in this world may be so twists and turns, if there is no family who would like to wipe out the roots of his predecessor, he would have to face another difficulty if he wants to get to this master's side smoothly and get the possibility of being included in the family wall.

And if it weren't for him, maybe that little girl wouldn't have died, even if she made a big fuss at the funeral and got all his grandma's anger, but...

Forget it, for such a person, even if it is their own blood, after a generation, and it is not born of the daughter-in-law she likes, they will not have much intimacy, and they cannot be forced.

The chubby white child showed an innocent smile at herself, Qin Jiuyin was stunned for a moment, she subconsciously pulled out a hand and touched the corner of her eyes, as if to make sure her face looked better and her eyes had changed color , otherwise how can there be children laughing at themselves?

Subconsciously poking the child's tender face with her finger, Qin Jiuyin murmured "Stupid" to herself, and then said something that made Ji Mo feel aggrieved when he recalled it in the future, "Don't be a fool!"

Ji Mo couldn't understand, but he could see the vague dislike. It was because he thought his smile was ugly, and he didn't have a mirror, so he couldn't make a comparison. What else could he do?Can only continue to laugh.

If possible, he doesn't want to laugh, but what do you expect him to do with such a small child?

Oh, right!

Ji Mo reached out and grabbed Qin Jiuyin's fingers, and called "Mom" indistinctly. In ancient times, "Mother" was often used to call mothers, but that kind of sound is still a bit complicated for children, and he was born dead. Mother, no one taught him this word, so he can only be called "Mom", which is what the servants call the nurse who nurses him.

"I don't have milk to feed you here, so you'll be fine if you don't starve to death."

Qin Jiuyin muttered, and carried the child to the kitchen.