Altar of Infinity

Xie Ji approached the coffin shed, Wang Dan and Wang Liang led several newcomers who were kneeling on the cushions and burning paper money for Niu Kuyin.

The lid of the coffin is in a state of being pushed open, so that it is convenient for the mourners to look up at the appearance.

He looked at the paper money that he sat on when he just came in, and at the basin filled with chicken blood, and walked slowly to the side of the coffin.

Niu Kuyin's body was clean, even his clothes had been changed by someone, leaving only a shallow scar on the eye socket where Jiang Jichu had been stabbed, and it was hard to tell whether the inside was healed or not.

Mourners came and went, and Niu Kuyin no longer looked ferocious when he faced him. He was just a serene and kind old man. Even on rainy nights, his chest heaved and heaved quietly, without any sign of breathing.

Xie Ji was wearing ordinary clothes. Those who hadn't seen him at the funeral yesterday thought he was just an ordinary mourner, but Uncle Niu glared at him fiercely, daring to be angry but not daring to speak.

He didn't care about Uncle Niu, he wasn't afraid of monsters like Niu Kuyin, but a person who could lift him up with one hand?

He took the incense and lighter from a villager and decided to leave after burning the incense.

The smell in the mourning shed is too bad.

"Crack-"

The lighter was off.

Xie Ji pressed it again, and this time the lighter went on, but the sacrificial incense seemed to be made of iron, only red but not flammable.

Seeing this situation, the villagers were very surprised, their gazes at Xie Ji became strange, and they all bowed their heads and whispered to each other.

"This is the spirit of Niu Lao Zai Tian, ​​don't let him light incense!"

"It's the first time I see you, who is this man?"

"It seems to be a distant relative of Niu Lao."

"The relatives in the distance don't wear filial piety and don't cry? It's disrespectful to the dead! Look at the people kneeling on the ground, their voices are hoarse from crying."

Xie Ji turned his gaze back to the coffin.

If you don't fight for a day, you will go to the house to expose the tiles.

Jiang Jichu strode out from behind him, and was about to pass him to the coffin, but was grabbed by him.

Xie Ji asked in a low voice, "What are you going to do?"

Jiang Jichu: "Pull out his other eyeball too."

The words are calm, not like digging out the boss's eyeballs, but like digging vegetables in the field.

If Xie Ji firmly sits at the top of the Niu Kuyin hatred list, then Jiang Jichu will be second.

It's about to be buried, but Niu Kuyin refuses to burn incense, which makes no sense.

Now it is Xie Ji, and he will be next.

Jiang Ji showed displeasure at the beginning and was about to step over Xie Ji to find Niu Kuyin, but his arm was held when he passed by.

The warm touch of Xie Ji's fingers penetrated through a thin layer of fabric, and he pressed twice on his forearm reassuringly.

The force was light, but enough to calm him down quickly.

Jiang Jichu watched Xie Ji walk to the front of the coffin, flexed his index finger and middle finger to clasp the inside of the coffin, then poked his head forward, and said something to Niu Kuyin.

There was so much noise in the coffin that he couldn't hear it.

After Xie sent it back, I lit the incense again with a lighter, and this time it burned quickly.

After Jiang Jichu lit the incense, the two walked out of the coffin and waited for the coffin to be raised.

The mourners cast all kinds of eyes on them, but Xie Ji turned a blind eye and stood calmly in a not far or near position, enjoying the long-lost sunshine.

Only then did Jiang Jichu speak: "What did you tell Niu Kuyin?"

Xie Ji: "I told him that we will bring Niu Er to his grave."

Xie Ji evoked a smile.

Of course he didn't intend to take Niu Er to donate blood as Niu Kuyin wished.

In this level, the one who can have a duel with Niu Kuyin is of course the fellow Shouren Niu Er.

They can use their strength to fight, so why bother them to work harder.

At eleven o'clock at noon, even the passer-by and the helpers found by Uncle Niu gathered eight people together to lift the coffin out of the coffin.

Xie Ji and Jiang Jichu didn't go to help carry the coffin, even if they wanted to, Uncle Niu might not be willing.

With the way he and Jiang Jichu acted, don't deliberately throw the coffin into the ditch on the road.

The funeral procession stretched out along the dirt road, and paper money was flying all over the sky.

As a "distant relative", Xie Ji followed closely behind the coffin as a matter of course.

Before, Jiang Jichu thought that sitting on a tractor was tiring, but walking this way with his feet again, the tractor was still comfortable.

Xie Ji took out the chewing gum he bought on the way: "Breakfast pickles taste great, do you want some?"

Jiang Jichu took a piece.

The cool mint flavor spread in the mouths of the two, making people feel better.

Xie Ji took the opportunity to ask questions about the altar city and checkpoints. Although Jiang Jichu didn't talk much, he answered them all.

Xie Ji: "Can I look at the book of life and death when I go back?"

He remembered that when Jiang Ji first looked for the current level, he turned to the last page directly. The rule of the book of life and death should be that each new level should be followed by a page.

He didn't look carefully at the time, but based on a rough estimate, Jiang Jichu had cleared at least twenty levels.

Although there is no specific clearance process in the Book of Life and Death, the name, level, and points can all help him understand the altar better.

Jiang Jichu: "Will you show your ID card to others?"

Xie Ji thought for a while: "Do you like to eat fish? I saw that they are sold on the street. How about vinegared fish?"

Jiang Jichu decisively changed his words: "I'll give you this evening."

Xie Ji: "..."

He just tried it.

Jiang Jichu looked cold and out of the world, he had no desires or desires, he didn't expect to like eating so much.

I just don't see any flesh on my body.

Because there were other people beside them, they didn't talk any more.

The people in front carried the coffin slowly, and the original one-hour journey dragged on for nearly two hours and finally arrived.

The crops planted in the fields of Niujia Village are various, and they are full of vitality. Because it rained again last night, the air is fresher.

Different from other families, Niu Kuyin's field is extremely barren, if viewed from the sky, it looks like a huge pit in the green.

Fortunately, although there are no crops, there are not many weeds, and there are not as many mosquitoes as in other places.

The mourners only stopped at the corner of the field, and only their eight "distant relatives", Uncle Niu and a few helping villagers gathered around the grave to be responsible for the burial.

Xie Ji took a special look at Niu Da's grave not far away. Under the washing of last night's rain, the traces of their digging the grave had been obliterated, and it was impossible to find it without looking carefully.

Uncle Niu stood by the burial pit and performed a "dance" while chanting words.

The sentences were uncommon and difficult to pronounce, but Xie Ji still understood them all. They were just some funeral words, which had nothing to do with spells or longevity. It should be a tradition of Niujia Village.

Uncle Niu danced for about 10 minutes, and the funeral speech was repeated for the fourth time. He let out a big sigh, put his legs together, straightened his back as much as possible, and focused on the spot for five seconds. Then he ordered to the always obedient Wang Dan: " Let's be buried."

Wang Dan and the others moved the coffin into the burial pit steadily. Uncle Niu symbolically mixed in the first portion of soil with a shovel and then stood aside. The others understood and continued to bury the coffin with winking eyes.

Layer after layer of soil gradually formed a pointed mound, and a wooden sign with Niu Kuyin's name written on it was sharpened and inserted in front of the mound.

Xie Ji took the rewound mourning stick in his hand.

The mourning stick is made of hollow wood, entrusting the wish of the dead to be resurrected.

He thought for a while, then used a paper pad to stuff the gum into the hollow hole with his fingers.

This is the third piece of chewing gum that Xie Ji has eaten.

He took the initiative to insert the mourning stick into Niu Kuyin's grave, completing the final burial process.

Uncle Niu was short, and his mourning stick was inserted shallowly, so the other party didn't notice his small movements. After making a circle around the tomb to confirm that it was correct, he waved to everyone: "The burial is over, let's all go back to eat."

Everyone heaved a sigh of relief, especially the one who was carrying the coffin just now, who was mentally and physically tense. Uncle Niu said a word and sat down on the ground, unable to get up for a long time.

Niu Kuyin was finally buried in the soil.

The pit is so deep and buried so well, it is impossible to run out in the middle of the night, not to mention that the spirit table and spirit shed did not collapse today, so I can finally have a good night's sleep.

Although they know in their hearts that there is a high probability that there will be danger in the next three days, people have an evasive mentality. At least at this moment, they want to deceive themselves, have a good meal, and sleep well.

Although I was very tired all the way to the tomb, but because I was in a good mood, I went back much faster.

Xie Ji and Jiang Jichu didn't go to eat the lunch prepared by the chef. They ran to the kitchen, one to cook and the other to help. They were stunned to make three dishes and one soup in a short period of time, but Jiang Jichu ate all of them.

Xie Ji looked at the bare dishes and asked uncertainly, "Is it enough?"

Jiang Jichu's face was always indifferent, but the roots of his ears were slightly flushed: "Yeah."

Everyone is happy to be recognized for their own cooking, not to mention that after a few days, Jiang Ji's initial injury did not heal very well, but his complexion gradually became closer to normal.

Xie Ji was quite proud.

If I have free time in the future, maybe I can open a restaurant.

It was already two o'clock in the afternoon after eating, and some passers-by felt too tired, and as soon as they relaxed their minds, they simply went back to the house to take a nap.

Xie Ji and Jiang Jichu ate too much and decided to go for a walk outside together.

When all the people attending the funeral dispersed, Niujia Village returned to its former tranquility, the unheated sun, clear stream, and lush trees, everything was as beautiful as a painting.

Xie Ji stood by the river at a knee-high height, watching a small fish swimming back and forth in the river: "They have already begun to relax their vigilance."

The words are endless, but Jiang Jichu can always react: "Not counting today, there are three days left."

Xie Ji: "Three days, four nights, how far do you think Niu Kuyin can be upgraded?"

Jiang Jichu: "I don't know. But with the speed at which he upgrades, if he sucks the blood of two more people, our outcome will be unpredictable."

This is also what Xie Ji is most worried about.

Niu Kuyin buried in the soil gave everyone a reason to be lucky, the boss is gone, how can he break the rules?

But if it's over after the burial, there's no need to keep them in the village for another three days.

The boss is not there, but the rules are still there. Without the marker of Niu Kuyin, the rules will only be more obscure, and he doesn't even know when he will trigger it.

Especially Niu Kuyin will become stronger and stronger. He and Jiang Jichu can still fight now, but it will be uncertain after a while.

Xie Ji's worries were not in vain.

The next morning, they found new bodies in the yard.

Li Han's blood was dry, his meridians were cut off, and fear and disbelief were solidified on his delicate face.