When He An heard it, it made sense. It happened that these days it was holidays. My wife took her son to visit and collect folk songs. She called the law firm and asked for a few days off and took me straight to my hometown.

He An’s hometown is in the countryside hundreds of kilometers away. I followed him for a whole day and climbed the mountain road for a long time before I arrived in the evening.

The village is very remote, with wooden houses, alleys and fences, and many places still retain their extremely ancient appearance.

As soon as I entered the village, I heard a very strange sound of suona from afar. I took a few steps closer and then I could hear it clearly. It was the sorrowful music played by the dead!

"It seems like there are dead in the village." I said.

"Yes." He An nodded: "The customs of the villagers are still very old. Once someone dies, they will have to play for twenty-eight days before and after the burial."

We walked along the country road for dozens of meters and saw a white cloth spiritual shed in a small courtyard from a distance.

He An's body trembled violently and he quickly walked over.

"What's wrong?" I saw that his expression was a little wrong and asked hurriedly.

"This is my home..."

He An told me on the road that there were only elderly parents at home, but now their family has built a spiritual shed, so they are naturally extremely frightened and rushed over.

"He An is back?" An old lady was walking in with burning paper when she saw He An greeting.

"Well, Aunt Zhang, this is..." He An's face changed.

"Xiao An, why are you back?" Before the aunt could speak, another 60-year-old man came out of the yard. Although the old man's hair was mostly gray, his eyes were vigorous. Although his expression was very sad and very listless, he was not like an ordinary villager.

"Dad, my mom..." He An quickly met him, his steps staggering.

"Well! What are you thinking about? Your mother and I are fine. Xiaoju has passed away. I have been calling you but I still can't answer."

"Xiao Ju?" He An felt relieved, but he still felt extremely sad and puzzled: "What's wrong with Xiao Ju? When I came back a few months ago, weren't you doing well?"

"Hey, who knows?" He's father sighed and said, "Suddenly, a strange disease was caused. The villagers hurried to send it to the hospital, but when they arrived, they were cold and there was no way to rescue them. So, they were pulled back. Alas, Xiaoju, this child..."

He An trembled for a moment, and didn't bother talking to me, so he walked into the spirit shed.

The monastery was built very large, with several long strings of firecrackers hanging inside, and the smell of unpleasant paper burning was filled with. Hanging in the black and white photo in the middle was a girl with two big braids and a smile on her face. It can be seen that she was very beautiful and gratifying during her lifetime.

Many villagers were squatting there spontaneously burning paper, and several old ladies were crying in a daze.

He An burned a few pieces of paper in front of the spirit, and saw his mother again, so he completely let go of his heart. However, his expression was particularly sad. He reached out to wipe his tears and turned his head to introduce to me: "Xiaoju is an orphan in the village. She has been unable to speak since she was a child. As early as when she was a teenager, her mother disappeared, and her father was sentenced to death, so she was adopted by my father at home. Over the years, like her own sister, she didn't expect to come back this time..."

I patted his shoulder and said nothing.

Originally, I went back to my hometown with him, just to see if the ancestors of the He family had left behind any evil things? Is there any evil spirits that protect them hidden there, but I didn't expect that a funeral happened.

He An cried bitterly in front of the spirit for a while, then he forced himself to hold back his sadness and introduced me to his father.

The old man is also a lawyer, but now he is old and doesn’t like urban life, so he has been living in the countryside.

When Mother He, who was standing aside, heard that I was the famous Master Zhang Jiulin and Master Zhang. He immediately grabbed my hand and begged: "Master Zhang, please see what disease Xiaoju is suffering from!"

He An and I were both a little confused when we heard what she said.

Everyone is dead and even the doctor can do nothing, what else can I see?

Unexpectedly, after knowing my identity, Dad He also said strongly: "Then I'll trouble you, this child's illness is indeed a bit strange."

Dad He introduced that before Xiaoju died, he was red and hot all over, and several small snakes emerged from his mouth and nose, and then he was out of mind. He suspected that he might have been infected with something evil. Although Xiaoju has passed away, the evil roots will probably harm others.

They were both intellectuals and did not believe in ghosts and gods at all. However, over the years, the adventures that have happened to them have to make them believe that there are really ghosts and gods in the world. They did not dare to tell other villagers about the details of Xiaoju’s strange disease, for fear of causing panic.

So I wanted to ask me to see what happened.

After hearing what he said, I also think this is a bit strange!

The whole body is hot and the nose is snakes appearing. This is a typical witch technique. Is there an evil cultivator in the village who uses the witch to harm people?

Immediately, I decided to take a closer look.

In order not to disturb other villagers, He An took me to the room to rest first, saying that he would wait until everyone left in the middle of the night before opening the coffin.

But not long after I rested in the room, I suddenly heard a burst of screams from outside. Then a large group of people seemed to run around, and the whole village became restless.

"What's going on?" I walked out of the door in amazement.

"Crazy zombie, zombie!" Countless villagers shouted loudly and ran around. The paper-burning copper basin and the soul-summoning banners on the spirit shed were hit all over the ground, and people were tilted up and horses were chaotic.

At this moment, He An also hurriedly ran towards me: "Master Zhang, I'm just about to find you."

"What's wrong?" I asked pointing to the monastery.

"I don't know what's going on. A sudden pounding sound came from the coffin. At first, I thought I had heard it wrong, it was coming from elsewhere, but the sound became louder and more and more wrong. We looked closer and saw it was from the coffin! Xiaoju, Xiaoju was knocking on the coffin inside!"

"Go and have a look!" I hurriedly met.

The people in the spirit shed had already run away, leaving only the mess on the ground.

Dongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdong!

The sound of knocking on the coffin was louder and louder, and it was like a war drum, scattered in the night sky, which seemed extremely gloomy and terrifying.

"Xiaoju, what's wrong with you? Don't scare mom..." Mom He sat on the ground and shouted in surprise.

Dad He was holding her beside her and staring at the coffin in great horror.

Dongdong, Dongdongdong...

The sound became louder and louder, making the thick wooden coffin tremble left and right.
Chapter completed!