I asked in an awkward tone: "Wang Tianshi, haven't you started preparing for that yet?"

I was hinting to him to smear Song Zhen's blood on his own body and then use it as bait.

Wang Minghao obviously knew what I meant. He coughed twice and said: "Zhao Xiaoyou, I thought about it yesterday and it's better to let A Ye do this. I still have to do the funeral and many other things about the burial.

There must be no deviation from these.”

Haha, this old boy is a thief. Before, everything he said was righteous and kind. Now that danger was involved, he blamed Aye.

A Ye's body was smeared with black and red blood mud, turning into a mud monkey, with only a pair of eyes exposed.

He didn't feel afraid, but rather excited and eager to try.

After all, he is still a half-grown child, so he probably finds this matter very interesting.

At least it's more interesting than doing homework.

But I didn't find it interesting. I took out a few amulets I drew last night and stuffed them into Aye: "Aye, keep this."

Aye frowned in disgust, his eyes full of vigilance: "Is this thing of yours easy to use?"

When Zhang Geng heard what A Ye said, he immediately refused: "If you don't want it, just give it to me. This is produced by my brother Zhao. He has eyes that don't recognize gold and jade!"

When Aye heard Zhang Geng was about to snatch it from him, he immediately stuffed the amulet into his arms and stuck out his tongue at Zhang Geng: "I won't give it to you if I take it lightly!"

Strangely enough, Ah Ye, whose face was full of dirt, showed a little childishness when he met Zhang Geng. He had always been a little cautious when facing Wang Minghao.

Wang Minghao sang: "The auspicious time has arrived, the ceremony begins!"

His breath was melodious and his voice was loud. This sound seemed to be transmitted to heaven and earth, reaching up to heaven.

He picked up a brush, dipped it in cinnabar, and drew eyes on the paper cow. He muttered:

"The cinnabar point is the bull's eye, and the road through the shade will be smooth!"

He also painted the eyes of the boys and girls. He painted the eyes very quickly. The cinnabar on the brush seemed to never be used up or fade. The eyes of the four boys and girls became red, as if they could bleed at any time.

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"Boys and girls are here to lead the way, please take good care of me!"

Wang Minghao put away his brush, his eyes sparkling with light. He took out a bowl of black blood. He didn't know what kind of animal it was. The smell was as bad as the strange bird last night.

A rope was soaked in the black blood, and the surface of the rope was soaked in black blood, glowing black and cold.

Wang Minghao put his index and middle fingers together, dabbed some black blood on his eyes, bit the black-red rope, held the bowl in both hands, and poured the black blood around the coffin.

He held the rope in his mouth, but his voice was not vague at all, but rather clear and a bit scary.

"The black blood destroys evil spirits, and the red rope prevents disasters. Today, the poor man wants to help bury his old friend. The lonely wild ghost quickly gets out of the way. If there is a collision, his soul will be scattered!"

After Wang Minghao said the last word, the black blood in the bowl bottomed out, and the circle on the ground just took shape, enclosing the coffin in the middle.

As soon as the blood circle formed, the surrounding wind blew even harder, making it wet and sticky. The wind was mixed with the smell of blood, which was nauseating.

Many people attending the funeral were covering their faces and crying, but now they changed from covering their faces to covering their noses. Many of their exposed eyes were full of malice and disgust.

They made a fortune by relying on Wang Lan's promotion, but when something happened to Wang Lan, they disliked her from the bottom of their hearts. If Wang Lan's burial was not closely related to them, they might not even be willing to come.

For the sake of money and longevity, Wang Lan lost all her conscience and was ruthless. Now except Song Zhen, I am afraid no one is sincere to her.

Thinking of Song Zhen, I couldn't help but turn my eyes and look at this seemingly weak and gentle woman.

When I was underwater, after listening to the story of the baby girl ghost, a terrible idea emerged in my mind. This idea has a lot to do with Song Zhen. Whether this idea is true or not will be revealed today.

Wang Minghao stood next to the coffin and shouted: "Lift the coffin!"

Sixteen strong men put the log on their shoulders, pushed their knees hard, and lifted it up. The solid wood coffin became light and airy, as if it were made of paper.

However, the moment these sixteen people walked out of the blood circle, the coffin became heavier visibly. The legs of these people sank, denting the soil on the ground. One of them could not stand firmly and almost lost his footing.

I stumbled.

I reacted very quickly and came to his side in an instant. I held the log with one hand and dragged him up with the other hand.

However, his waist was shaken, he was sweating from the pain, his teeth were chattering, and he could no longer stand still.

"Is it okay?"

He gritted his teeth and nodded, wanting to take the log again.

But I patted his shoulder and said, "Forget it, you go and rest first, I'll do it."

He was dumbfounded and didn't express any opinions. He just held his waist and jumped to the side.

Your waist is injured, but you can still jump up?

I stared at his back, my teeth felt a little sore. This man's jumping movements were not like an ordinary person, but rather like the zombies I met in Tianren City. His movements were not coordinated enough.

Wang Minghao was obviously unhappy. He turned to Song Zhen and said, "Look who are you looking for? How can you fool around with something as important as carrying a coffin?"

Song Zhen said with a smile: "Wang Tianshi, I'm sorry, this time it is indeed my fault..."

The funeral hadn't even started yet, but something happened while just carrying the coffin, which made Wang Minghao feel particularly bad.

Wang Minghao had expected that the situation would be bad early on, but he did not expect that he had used all available means, and the result was still the same.

This experienced veteran was actually a little panicked.

I saw his anxiety, so I smiled calmly and said, "Okay, you may fall down when walking on weekdays. Brother Wang, don't worry too much. The funeral is the official business."

Wang Minghao then said with a gloomy face: "Aye, you walk in front of the coffin to lead the way. Song Zhen, find a few people to carry these paper goods and follow behind the coffin."

I became one of the coffin bearers. The other coffin bearers looked at their noses and hearts. They were all extremely silent. Even though what had just happened, they still looked straight ahead. They seemed to have no emotions and only knew how to act mechanically.

Carry the coffin forward.

The coffin was indeed incredibly heavy. Although I bore most of the weight, the remaining weight was spread among fifteen people, which was still too much for them to bear.

Within twenty steps of walking out, without even leaving the courtyard door, the shoulders of the coffin bearers were worn out.

What's more, the soles of the shoes on my feet have fallen off.
Chapter completed!