The night is so quiet.

But in spring, this silence also has a hint of restlessness in it. The growth of plants and the small insects arch in the soil, especially in the mountains and forests, which will have this wonderful feeling of vitality under the bright moonlight.

All of this is so peaceful and sweet!

However, at this moment, a gunshot from "其" tore the tranquility like a peach blossom from mid-air, and everything in the night was awakened.

In the dense forest, frightened birds sang in panic and rushed into the night sky. Large black shadows blocked the moonlight, making a small village by the valley appear to be full of shadows, looking like a shadow with fangs and claws.

And with the unknown gunshot, the lights lit up one after another. The lights flashed like malicious eyes, staring at the dark forests in a gloomy manner.

"Awang's father has returned to heaven, right?" The village chief's wife also got up when she saw the village chief get up and dress.

The village chief sighed and said nothing.

Here, when the old man was dying, his children were waiting on the side. The old man was so angry that he fired a gun to report the death, so now everyone in the village will know that someone has passed away.

After the village chief’s wife put on her clothes, she ran down from the wooden building and hurried to the fire pit in the back hall to shovel out a handful of fire ashes. She turned on the lamp and door of the front hall, and sprinkled a thread in front of the door, "I will be the new ghost, don't come in!" She sang in a low tone, and under the shadow of the moon, it looked very gloomy, just like the sound of soul-suming from that world.

Inexplicably, a gust of wind blew up, blowing away the ashes that had just sprinkled on the ground.

The village chief’s wife was frightened and threw the shovel in her hand on the ground. She didn’t dare to shout, just stood there, looking at the open space outside the door.

Under the bright moonlight, something seemed to be shaking in the woods opposite, and then a blurry sound of crying and praying came. The livestock kept under the wooden building seemed to be stimulated by something, and he screamed uneasily and hit the fence a few times. The village chief’s wife only felt something flashing in the bushes, but then suddenly disappeared.

"Frog Baby's father!" She shouted without looking back, but her body did not move.

"What are you doing?" The village chief got down from the wooden building and cursed in a low voice, "Go and call Frog Ba, go to Awang's house with me."

At this time, every family in the village would do their best to do it, so as the village chief, of course he would have to help more.

"Yuxin Ghost--" she trembled and said again.

"Get the ashes!" the village chief said impatiently, but when he approached, he saw a mark next to the door that was not connected in a line, like a snake twisting.

"What's going on?"

"Wind - the Yin wind blew away!" The village chief's wife still looked outside the door, "There is something strange in the woods outside!"

The village chief 'cocked' in his heart, but he still cursed, "What kind of Yin Feng is the night wind? I'm talking nonsense. Be careful that the bull god will punish you, go and sprinkle it again!"

Upon hearing this, the village chief’s wife finally moved her body and ran back to the fire pit in the back hall.

The village chief looked outside and the woods had stabilized, with only the rustling sound of the leaves whispering.

"Don't come back, the village has nothing to do with you!" he murmured to himself, "It's useless to be so unwilling to accept it. Who told you to be blind at the beginning!"

There was no answer outside the door, but there was a sound of "dongdongdongdong" footsteps behind him. The village chief's wife ran over and sprinkled a line again. The ash was twice as thick as before. The line of sprinkling the ghost control was thick, and even recited the humming tune twice.

She looked nervously for a while, and then she breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that the fire was fine and there was no surprise.

"Go and call the frog. You are so sleepy and you won't wake up like this!" The village chief scolded.

"Why are you doing that Awang who was condemned by God?" The village chief's wife became bolder when she saw his man beside her.

"It's not to help that bastard, but to help - alas," the village chief sighed again, "Well, the gods will bless him to reincarnate. Such a good person, I hope he won't have such a debt to his children in the next life!"

"Awang's dead cub, his brothers, and their wife were punished!" The village chief's wife cursed hatefully, ran to the upper room and asked her son to go.

The village chief’s house is closest to Awang’s house. When he and his son arrived, there was no one in the Awang family who helped. Even Awang’s brothers were not there. There was only a light on guide the village chief to the small shed next to the pigpen.

There was nothing in the small wooden shed, only the thin and haggard body of an old man was quietly parked on a broken wooden board made of bricks, and a bundle of rotten grass was piled on the ground.

According to their rules, they should immediately cover their faces with white paper after they left, but now there is no such thing as quarrels coming from the wooden building, which is the cost of funerals. It can be seen that when the old man closed his eyes, they ignored the customs and were discussing who was suffering.

But the old man did not close his eyes. On his gray-black face, his godless eyes were wide open, his mouth was slightly open, revealing a rose of coins and a few grains of rice inside.

The village chief walked forward and said, "Go! Let's go, so as not to suffer in the world! Let's go, brother, I'm incompetent and can't control your disobedient men. Close your eyes!" He shed a few tears, stroked the old man's eyelids, and when he raised his hand, the old man's eyes had been closed, but his mouth was still open.

The village chief felt sad again and took down a straw hat hanging on the rotten wooden door panel and covered the dead man's face.

At this time, the helpers came one after another. The three brothers Awang, Amu and Ashui also came down from the upper floor and pretended to be sad. But everyone in the village knew their faces, but they came to help for the sake of the old man.

When the three of them were young, their mothers went there. It was their father who worked hard to raise them and married them to marry their wives. They squeezed their bones dry for the happiness of the three of them. But when they grew up and their father was too old to work, no one supported the elderly. They lived in a new wooden building, but the elderly had no tiles to shelter from the wind and rain!

The villagers either ignored it or persuaded the village chief repeatedly, but these three brothers were not a tiger or wolf-like character, and no one dared to mess with them. They just agreed on the surface, but secretly they were even more ruthless to the elderly, which made the elderly's life even more difficult.

They were villages in remote mountainous areas and did not know how to protect their rights by law. They just reported to the county. After the villagers sent someone to say a few words, the eldest son Awang left the old man to live there, and the other two brothers gave him some food.

The houses in their village are all two-story wooden buildings with stubby styles surrounded by mountains and rivers. People live on the wooden buildings and livestock are surrounded by animals. As a result, Awang built a simple wooden shed for the old man next to the livestock, so he did not let the old man go upstairs at all. Amu and Ashui were even more overdue. The food was always not delivered on time every day. It was the villagers who secretly helped him, so the old man did not starve to death.

They are villages in the mountains, and they are still poor, and electricity has only been open for a short time. No one is surplus, so when the elderly are seriously ill, they can only do this and wait for death.

Death may be a relief for the elderly!

Under the command of the village chief, the villagers used pomelo leaves to boil water to clean the dead body and combed their hair and change their clothes. The three disobedient sons were busy taking out the coins and rice grains from the old man's mouth, put them in soil cans, and carefully packed them.

This is also their custom here. When the deceased goes, they put these things in their mouths and then take them out and hide them, which means leaving a gold warehouse for their descendants.

They do not support the elderly, but they still hope that the elderly will leave them a good future!

After a night of trouble, I finally settled a little, and the next step was to handle my funeral after following the rules.

At the strong demands and generous gifts from the villagers, Awang finally was willing to move the old man's body to the main hall. According to the custom, the old man placed his head on a straw mat, his head was facing the shrine, his hands and feet were tightly tied with cloth, and covered with white cloth. He set up incense tables on his head and feet, and sacrificed a pair of cooked chicken, a bowl of glutinous rice and chopsticks.

The Awang family had no relatives, and the three brothers were very impatient, so in just half a day, the village chief directed everyone to carry the body into the coffin. In the coffin, the old man's relics should be put in, but everyone found that the old man's clothes were just the torn clothes in front of the hall, so the village chief had to take his own set of brand new clothes and put them in it.

"Remember to keep the incense lamp out and burn the incense. Stay by the corpse, eat vegetarian food, do not wear shoes, sit on a bench, or move water. Don't let cats or dogs pass by the corpse, which will alarm the father." The village chief instructed with concern.

"I know." Awang responded, thinking of something, "The matter of rescuing the dead - we are all in financial difficulties, so it's better to bury it first and discuss it slowly later!"

"I can't afford to invite Mr. Wu or Mr. Dao, it's okay to ask for an elegant ban." The village chief tried to coordinate.

"It will be the same when you are buried tomorrow." Awang answered without sincerity, "I would like to ask the village chief to help you tomorrow!"

The village chief had no choice but to agree, thinking to himself that these three brothers were not human and were unwilling to stay for a day, so there was no hope for the matter of salvation. But even if Awang regretted it afterwards, he would ask the villagers to raise some money to hire Yabin.

During the night watch, the three brothers had to accompany them because there were people from the same village to help. Because they had a very poor reputation in the village, the night watchmen did not talk to them and just sat quietly on the ground. At midnight, Awang, who was on the road to guard, suddenly heard a shrill cat moan.

He stood up and scared the villagers who had been silent.

"What's wrong with you?" asked one person.

"When a cat is croaking, hurry up and drive it away!" Awang turned pale. He heard that a cat and dog passed under the coffin was about to corpse. He knew whether he was good to his father. People who were worried would always be frightened.

"Where are cats?" said another man, "You must be sitting and falling asleep! Who of you heard it?"

Seeing that everyone else shook his head, Awang breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he might be too nervous. But before his butt touched the ground, another cat moan shocked him to stand up.

"There is really a cat's meow! Didn't you hear it?" he said, running over in panic and closing the door.

"We really didn't hear it!" A man was a little impatient when he saw Awang's strange behavior.

Seeing that others ignored him, Awang didn't say anything else. Anyway, the door had been closed, so he felt safe, so he sat down embarrassedly. But it was quiet for less than a minute, and the cat's moan sounded again. This time, it felt like it was in his ear, which scared him to jump up!

"What are you doing? Awang, do you want to learn the Dao Gong's ghost face-shell dance?"

"There is a cat! There is a cat!" Awang was frightened, "The cat is coming in!" He was spinning around like a headless fly, eager to find the cat, but the others were forced to hide from him. But he tripped under his feet and was falling to the coffin, and saw his father's face.

The old man slowly opened his eyes and smiled at him, but the smile was not love or sadness, but an indescribable gloomy horror!

"You come and accompany your father too!" the old man said to Awang with his lips moving.

"A sudden corpse! A sudden corpse!" He fell back in horror and was caught by someone.

The man usually didn't like him, so he grabbed him and came to the coffin again. Awang struggled, but his whole body was so scared that he couldn't get rid of it. He was pulled to the coffin again.

"Look at it myself, my father's gentle person will only be bullied by people with no conscience, so how can he harm his children!"

Forced, Awang looked inside and saw the old man lying quietly, and there was no abnormal movement!

"So, don't do things that are losing your conscience in your daily life, otherwise you won't be so scared." The man snorted coldly.

Awang didn't say anything because he had nothing to say, and he decided to have a funeral the next day so that he would be safe!
Chapter completed!