When I was little, my crazy dad often told me this story.

Nineteen years ago, in late autumn, a middle-aged man wearing a black fur coat and carrying a sack on his back came to our village, claiming to be a grinder from the north.

Mo Tou is our local dialect and refers to the middlemen who come from other places to recruit local workers.

Before the millennium, the literacy level of the people in the village was very low. Firstly, they had never seen the world and did not know their way around. Secondly, they were accustomed to using the local dialect and could not understand the official dialect outside.

In this way, when they go out to work, they need a traveler who is familiar with all kinds of work to lead the way.

That day, the grinder who entered the village was very special. He claimed that he was a Taoist priest.

What he usually does is the business of dead people, that is, the business of burying and moving graves.

The Taoist priest said that he had just taken over a big deal not long ago, helping a real estate developer move a bunch of ancient tombs that were standing guard in disorder.

Since he doesn't have enough manpower, he wants to recruit a group of fellow villagers who are willing to work hard.

The price offered by the Taoist priest was very attractive, but at this time, the surrounding villagers just stared at him with cold eyes, and no one responded.

It turns out that something happened in this village a year ago. At that time, a foreign liar disguised as a grinder came to the village and kidnapped the daughter of tailor Zhang's family in the village.

A few days later, someone found her body in the woods a few miles away. Her death was so tragic that Tailor Zhang went crazy because of the excitement.

This incident caused a great sensation in the village. After that, no one dared to believe those smooth-talking grinders. As the old saying goes, once bitten by a snake, you will be afraid of the well rope for ten years.

The grinder understood the scruples of the villagers, and in order to prove his identity, he immediately took off the linen bundle on his back.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the bundle was untied, a gleaming white thigh sprang out from inside.

Everyone was shocked, and when they took a closer look, they found that the linen bag contained a female corpse.

This woman looked to be in her early twenties, with a white face and red lips. She was very handsome, but judging from her pale complexion, she seemed to have been dead for a long time.

The Taoist priest pointed at the female corpse and said: "Yesterday, the poor Taoist was driving in the mountains and accidentally bumped into this girl's body. It seems that she must have encountered a gangster, and was robbed of her wealth and sex, and finally lost her life.

This girl died unjustly, and there is still a lot of resentment in her heart. If her body is abandoned in the wilderness, it is likely to turn into a ghost and cause trouble.

Pindao has always been merciful, so he placed a burial curse on her, planning to bring her back to the north for a good burial after recruiting people along the way."

The Taoist priest wanted to use this to prove his identity, but now everyone became more suspicious.

A butcher with the surname Liu Minggang said: "How can anyone dare to meddle in such nosy these days? If not, they may get involved in life-threatening lawsuits.

I think you were the one who killed this girl, you want to take her back and destroy her body!"

After saying this, everyone coaxed the Taoist priest out of the village.

The Taoist priest had no choice but to repackage the woman's body and carry it away.

But not long after he left, a burst of shouting suddenly came from the end of the village.

"Killing! Killing!"

Everyone hurriedly ran to the village and saw that the Taoist priest had fallen into a pool of blood. Someone had slashed his neck, and almost his entire head had been chopped off.

At this time, there was a man standing next to the Taoist priest with a hatchet in his hand. This man was Tailor Zhang, who had gone crazy after his daughter was killed.

Tailor Zhang heard someone tell him that a grinder came to the village today, and he went crazy thinking that the man who had killed his daughter was here again.

So he directly picked up the hatchet at home, chased to the entrance of the village and chopped down the Taoist priest.

At this time, an old man named Zhao in the village patted his thigh and said, "Oh, why did this cause death?"

The butcher named Liu Gang said: "What's the big deal? If you die, just die. Just dig a hole in the back of the mountain and bury it."

Uncle Zhao shook his head.

"This... I'm afraid this is against the rules. After all, it's a human life. It's a crime..."

Liu Gang curled his lips.

"Hey, as a fellow villager, do you want to send Tailor Zhang to jail?"

"That's not what I meant."

At this time, another person watching the excitement said: "In my opinion, just listen to Butcher Liu. I have heard people say before that people with mental problems do not have to pay with their lives if they kill someone. Tailor Zhang is a lonely lunatic. Let's

These folks have to help him."

After that, everyone started talking about it. Due to the weak legal awareness, everyone finally decided to dispose of the Taoist priest's body privately.

Uncle Zhao, who felt something was wrong just now, had no choice but to follow the crowd, but now he went on to say: "The Taoist priest is buried, what should he do if he carries the girl on his back?"

Butcher Liu said: "It's a dead man anyway, so just bury him together."

I have a broken mat at home that can be used just fine."

Uncle Zhao shook his head.

"I'm afraid this is not good. The Taoist priest died an unjust death today, and the girl was also killed. She died unjustly. If she is buried hastily without a ritual ceremony, something will happen."

Butcher Liu, who was butchering the pig, never believed in evil, so he lit a cigarette and spat on the ground.

"Hey, do you really believe this damn Taoist priest's nonsense?"

Uncle Zhao squinted his eyes and smashed his teeth.

"Hey - what do you young people know? There are some evil things. My old man has never seen anything in his life. This kind of thing must be done according to the rules."

Butcher Liu sneered disdainfully.

"Okay, let's hold a ritual ceremony, and then we will prepare two golden nan coffins to bury these two people in style.

But the words may sound better than the songs, but who will pay for it?

Buying a coffin and asking your husband to make it is not a small sum of money, so I asked who can come up with this spare money?"

Just now, when Uncle Zhao proposed doing the ritual, there were a few people around him who agreed, but when the money was mentioned, they all fell silent.

Butcher Liu followed the northwest wind and finished smoking a cigarette. When no one spoke, he threw the butt of the cigarette on the ground and said, "Uncle Zhao, you are so enthusiastic, why don't you take out your coffin book and do a good deed?"

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I heard that your old man’s birthday wood has been prepared a long time ago, so why don’t you donate it too and put these two into a coffin, which can fit even if it is squeezed.”

After hearing this, Uncle Zhao suddenly slapped his thigh.

"Are you kidding? How many years can I live with this old bone?

Take out my coffin book, what will I do if I die?"

Butcher Liu smiled and said, "You have a kind heart, old man. If you don't mind it, you can just make do with my shabby mat from now on."

Uncle Zhao's face sank, he said no more, and staggered away on crutches.

Butcher Liu sneered.

"So, if you don't have money in your pocket, don't act like a big-tailed wolf."

In the end, everyone unanimously decided to use the shabby banquet of Butcher Liu's house as their final destination.


Chapter completed!