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The mourning music came from a certain family in the east. They lived temporarily in the west, and they stretched their necks but couldn't tell which family it was.

The little boy who showed them the way in the morning happened to be arranging the task of weaving bamboo baskets for them at this time. After hearing the mourning music from the east, his expression changed, and he stared at the direction of the mourning music for a long time, as if lost in thought .

He didn't look away until the discussion behind him grew louder.

"Continue to do what you should do, you have something to do tonight."

However, Fang Li asked him what was going on at night, but he didn't answer, but asked everyone to hurry up and work.

As soon as he left, a man named Qiu Dahai in the team finally couldn't hold back any longer, and said in a fast-paced manner, "This is so fucking weird, a dead man is still so calm?"

Gong Xuefeng suggested: "How about... we sneak out to have a look?"

He set his sights on Bozhong Xu. Obviously, when he encountered this situation, he subconsciously took the "enthusiastic and experienced" Bozhong Xu as his backbone.

Xu Bozhong showed a embarrassed expression on purpose, and said, "Here...look outside, I can see that the kid didn't go far away just now, and was staring at us nearby. He probably wants to report us."

Hearing this, Gong Xuefeng looked out from the wall, and actually saw the little boy named Fu Xiaoqiang.

The child was sitting at the gate of a yard near them, with a blank expression like a wooden man.

But as soon as Gong Xuefeng probed, he looked over, very vigilant.

Seeing Gong Xuefeng sitting back dejectedly, Xu Bozhong rolled his eyes and said, "It is possible to see, but it is better to have more people, even if we are found out that we have so many people, the village chief will not treat us. "

Gong Xuefeng felt that his words made sense, so he foolishly asked everyone for their opinions.

Unfortunately, two-thirds of the people rejected him.

For one thing, this is the same as shooting the first bird with a gun. The first one to violate the rules will probably end up with no good results.

Secondly, according to what the little boy said, what they are going to do at night should have something to do with the person who just passed away.

The clues that should be known will be known at night, why take this risk?

Some people even said bluntly: "If you want to see it, you can just watch it yourself. What do you want us to do? Want to pull some backs?"

Gong Xuefeng didn't think deeply about it at first, but when he heard what she said, his first reaction was anger and embarrassment.

Although he didn't say anything on the face, he couldn't help complaining in his heart that this person really treats kindness like a donkey's liver and lungs.

Zhu Yicheng looked at Xie Baiyuan, and asked with his mouth: "Going?"

Xie Baiyuan, who was used to ignoring the dungeon rules, shook his head for the first time this time.

Facing Xu Bozhong's gaze, the old god sat down on the ground and continued to weave his bamboo basket.

It was this look that made Xu Bozhong's forehead twitch.

In the end Gong Xuefeng still slipped out.

He was alone, he didn't call Xu Bozhong, and he didn't go through the gate, but got out from the dog hole in the corner of the yard.

Although Gong Xuefeng's thinking was a bit simple, his mind was quite flexible at critical moments.

He was not very conspicuous in his native blue double-breasted jacket.After leaving the courtyard, he deliberately bypassed the direction of the main entrance of the courtyard, followed the continuous sound of mourning music, and came to the door of someone in the east.

The sound of funeral music came from the second floor, and several people kept coming in and out of the door.

But the strange thing is that apart from the cry that was heard far away in his own yard at the beginning, there was no cry again.

He is standing under the building of this family now, and the faces of the people who come in and out not only don't have any expressions of grief, some even grabbed a handful of melon seeds in their hands and chatted chatteringly.

In this scene, if it wasn't for the fact that funeral music was being played in the room, Gong Xuefeng would almost have thought that the family was having a happy event.

He didn't dare to stay for fear of being recognized by the people coming in and out, so he observed secretly for a while and then returned to the courtyard where they were temporarily staying.

In the yard, everyone was still weaving bamboo baskets diligently, and no one seemed to notice that Gong Xuefeng got out of the dog hole and came back during the time he disappeared.

Only Tang Chutao lowered his voice and asked him, "Why did you go there just now?"

"I..." Gong Xuefeng originally wanted to talk about the weird phenomenon he saw when he sneaked out, but he felt a few very existential gazes from his back. He turned his head and glanced, and met Fang Li and the others. .

Tang Chutao: "Huh?"

Gong Xuefeng hurriedly looked away, and the eager eyes of the three people looking at him made him feel a little uncomfortable. Facing Tang Chutao's question, he replied absent-mindedly: "I just went to the toilet."

"He should be fine, right?" Zhu Yicheng said in a low voice, "I actually quite like him."

In his opinion, Gong Xuefeng is very straightforward, he puts everything on his face, making friends with this kind of person is very reassuring.

When Fang Li was first brought back by Xie Baiyuan, he was as simple as a piece of white paper, but later he became more refined with Xie Baiyuan, and he became more and more "restraining" himself.

However, Zhu Yicheng's affection for Gong Xuefeng is largely regarded as a kind of... Attraction between people of the same type?After all, both of them were unconsciously stupid.

Xie Baiyuan gave a "hmm" and said in a calm tone: "It's just slipping out to explore."

Zhu Yicheng: "Huh? I didn't see him go out."

Fang Li reminded: "Of course he didn't walk out the door openly. Look at the dust on his clothes."

The dust is the most on the knees and elbows, and the color is the darkest. It seems that it has found an exit and crawled out.

Xie Baiyuan raised his eyelids and glanced at him, smiled, but did not speak.

Fu Xiaoqiang assigned them the task of weaving ten bamboo baskets each.

Xie Baiyuan finished compiling his own, and divided Fang Li's share into more than half.

At four o'clock, Fu Xiaoqiang walked into the yard and checked the bamboo baskets they wove one by one.

It may be that his expression was too serious and unreasonable, a group of adults actually sweated for themselves in front of a ten-year-old child.

In this pile of bamboo baskets, the dozen or so made by Xie Baiyuan are the best-looking, and the others are crooked. Not to mention good-looking, it is hard to say whether they can hold things. It seems that a little heavy bamboo sticks will Like falling apart.

Judging from Fu Xiaoqiang's expression alone, it was hard to tell whether he was disgusted or satisfied. In short, he went out to say hello, and immediately five young and strong men came in and carried away the bamboo baskets with poles.

Watching Fu Xiaoqiang skillfully directing everyone to do things, Fang Li had a wonderful illusion in his heart-this little boy seemed to occupy a leading position among the group of people, and these people seemed to respect him.

But respect for a ten-year-old?Is this reasonable?

This is so inconsistent.

Xie Baiyuan spoke out at this time, and he asked Fu Xiaoqiang: "We have finished the task in the afternoon, what else do we need to do in the evening?"

Fu Xiaoqiang reminded him expressionlessly: "You guys still need to prepare dinner later."

Xie Baiyuan: "Of course I mean after dinner...the schedule says: After 07:30, you can arrange your time freely."

Fu Xiaoqiang immediately continued: "If necessary, make additional adjustments."

Xie Baiyuan: "..." He was not annoyed, but smiled and said, "Okay."

His mouth is always unforgiving, and he continued: "As long as it is not something illegal."

Xu was annoyed by Xie Baiyuan's words, or maybe he wanted to scare them, Fu Xiaoqiang smiled inexplicably: "It's not a violation of laws and regulations... I just want you to help with the funeral."

When a group of people heard the word "funeral", their faces turned green into a row of leeks: "..."

It's much harder than letting them break the law, really.

Fu Xiaoqiang didn't mean to bluff them, as soon as they prepared dinner and put the food in the bamboo basket, the village head appeared at the gate of the yard.

"All of you, get ready. After nightfall, we will hold a funeral ceremony here."

According to the timetable, after nightfall here, it should be after 07:30.

Zhu Yicheng asked the doubts in his heart for everyone: "What do we need to prepare? Is there anything we need to pay attention to during the funeral?"

The village head waved his hand, and said with a serious face: "When the time comes, I will tell you the precautions before leaving. Eat more for dinner."

I don't know why, but everyone panicked after hearing this sentence.

It's as if the village head is saying, eat more to be a full ghost.

With such a mentality, the meal was not reconciled to eating.

Just after 07:30, the village head brought people over.

It is also very strange to say that sunrise and sunset are the laws of nature's self-arrangement. Usually, the specific time cannot be fixed at a certain time and will always change.This natural law is violated here. The timetable says sunset at 07:30. Just after 07:30 on Xie Baiyuan's watch, the sky immediately darkened, as if the switch between day and night was artificially pressed. button.

When the alternation of day and night should be a place where human beings obey nature, here it seems that nature obeys human arrangements.

The two men behind the village chief each held a torch, his face flickered in the firelight, and the shadow on the ground was stretched and distorted exaggeratedly.

He looked around the crowd, turned around and said, "Let's go, follow me."

The villagers rested early, and a villager strolling in the village could not see it.

Fang Li originally thought that the village head would take them to the home of a villager who died today, but they ended up going all the way to the village head's house.The village head explained: "The corpses are all parked in the ancestral hall."

The word "du" makes everyone's heart beat.

Does this mean more than one corpse?

Gong Xuefeng's Adam's apple moved, and his calf trembled faintly.

He regretted it, regretted that he stood too far in the waiting hall and was squeezed into the No. [-] car by the large force.

Zhu Yicheng got close to him, and finally got a chance to catch up with him. He asked in a low voice, "Are you afraid?"

"Scared, scared." Gong Xuefeng glanced at him, obviously nervous, "I've grown up, and I haven't seen a dead person except when I sent my grandfather to be buried."

Zhu Yicheng comforted him: "Don't be afraid, it's all packed in a coffin anyway, at most you need to carry a coffin."

However, he was quickly slapped in the face.

In the ancestral hall, there were no coffins at all, only five corpses covered with white cloth on the ground.

The village chief said: "According to the custom here, after death, it is better to carry out sky burial instead of earth burial. So you decide for yourself, later... which five people will carry it?"

The faces of everyone were paler than the white cloth covering the corpse.