Grandpa nodded and kept fumbled through the black bamboo hexagram in his hand.

"By the way, Uncle Yang, when my old woman was drinking water, there were a few strange noises in the well. I quickly stopped the old woman. After hearing this, she stopped drinking and continued to work with me. When the sun was not setting, we went down the mountain and went home. As soon as she got home, she looked stern, didn't talk to me, went to bed on her own, and didn't eat dinner.

When I went to bed, I heard her snoring and making noises in a daze... Then I realized, alas!" Uncle Birthday rubbed his head with his hands, feeling irritable and restless.

Grandpa comforted in a deep voice: "Birdnight, everyone has their own destiny. You, let's arrange the funeral of your old woman first. These babies are all unbearable. Life is hard, you have to hold on." The Birdnight nodded and stood up, his shaking body was like rotten and yellow fallen leaves, as if it was about to fall at any time.

Aunt Zhao's body was lying there so lonely, and my heart suddenly felt a little painful. Why is this feeling familiar? It seems that I was lying there once, and someone was crying and calling me. Who is it...

"Hundred days, come here quickly." Just as I was wandering and confused, my grandfather stood at the eaves and waved to me.

I was shocked and realized that I had already squatted down on Aunt Zhao's body at some point.

At this time, the oil lamp in the room was dim, and with the cool breeze, the fire swayed, as if it was about to go out at any time. Through the cover of the white cloth, I could almost see Aunt Zhao's eyes wide open, her purple tongue hanging long by her mouth, looking at me lifelessly. I screamed, and grandpa ran over and grabbed his hand and dared not let go.

Grandpa patted my shoulder and said softly: "Sunwa, don't be afraid."

I nervously said, and quickly recited what my grandfather often taught me: "No more words, no more reading, no more..."

Grandpa took me to a table, which was filled with incense, candles and money. Grandpa stopped talking and just sat down and started to sort out the Buddha's head.

After a while, Uncle Birthday came over and called my grandfather away, and I was the only one left.

I sat obediently at the table as usual, continuing to tidy money for my grandfather. The oil lights in the room were on, and the villagers always looked at me in surprise when they came and went. Although I pretended to be calm, I was too young after all, and I was feeling like I was sitting on pins and needles, so I could only wait for my grandfather to come back.

Just as I was a little tired, a plate of pastries suddenly appeared in front of me. The pastries were colorful and beautiful. A woman sat down lazily by the table.

"You are five years old, you don't look like you..." Before the woman finished speaking, she covered her red lips with her slender hands and smiled very elegantly.

"Eat." The woman looked at me and sneered and shook her head.

This kind of sneer and disdain is like the face of Second Aunt a few days ago. I didn't speak, but just looked at her faintly. She was dressed in red and silk, with a graceful figure, unlike the clothes of the villagers, but like a fairy descended to earth.

However, I am sure I have never seen her in my memory, but the inexplicable sense of familiarity makes people as unclear as the fog to see the flowers.

"The clothes look good, but the people are not good." I gave her a glance and said seriously.

"Hehehe, wuwuwu, Hai Xin'er, there is still a second person who thinks you are ugly with this peerless face. Hehe, it's so funny." A strange voice came, as if you were laughing and crying.

"You...you are still the same as you are." The woman froze there, her plump breasts fluctuated due to anger, like a volcano that was about to erupt.

A hint of chill suddenly came from behind, and I reflexively turned my head to the side.

With a whoosh, a leaf flew past his ears and ordered it on the pastry like a sharp kitchen knife.

Someone actually used leaves as weapons. When I looked up, it turned out to be a man in silk. His body fell down like a wind and leaves, silent but also strange.

I walked up to him like a demon. His face was not flesh, and his bones were deeply sunken. His eyes were dull, as thin as a skin wrapped in bones, covered with a layer of strange green and yellow skin, and his thin and straight body was like a bamboo.

For some reason, I suddenly smiled sweetly at him and called out inexplicably: "Impermanence."

He was obviously surprised and stared at me as if he had taken root. Suddenly, he let out a hoarse voice: "Master?"

I stared at him in a daze, wondering why he called that.

Hai Xin'er sneered: "Wuchang, do you look like a person when you look at this face? Hahaha..."

"Oh, women love this, chattering, and clamoringly loudly." When I heard the woman called Hai Xin'er laughing wildly, my head numb and I felt particularly bored. Looking back at the man like a bamboo pole, I suddenly felt a little painful in my heart, so I stopped looking at him and turned around and walked into the peach room.

"The Lord", the almost whispering sound of Wuchang caused me to stop for a moment, but I didn't want to look back, and I felt sorry for it.

At this moment, the power of quiet seems to attract me more.

As soon as I turned around, I entered the peach house where Aunt Zhao's body was parked. I like the quietness in the peach house, so quiet that I didn't even breathe. Grandpa said I like quietness and liked to stay in the peach house because dead people can't speak, let alone talk nonsense.

At this time, the peach house was filled with worship items, and the children who had just cried were all retreating one by one.

Aunt Zhao's body had been put into a coffin, and the lid of the coffin was also laid. Under the dim light, I looked at the coffin. The materials were not as good as the golden nanmu that my grandfather gave me, but it was quite a bit miserable. I walked over and sat down on the coffin. I slowly took out the pastry I had just taken from the shrine from my arms and tasted it gently. The fermented taste in the pastry is intoxicating...

"Oh, look, that's the little girl of Yang Laoqi from Zijiawan. Look, she actually went to Taowu, which is really scary. I saw her just now, she was talking alone, which was very strange. What's this? I heard that when she was born, strange phenomena appeared in the sky. The crow was flying all over the mountains. This is an ominous daughter. Maybe she would have killed Aunt Zhao's death. Now she is sitting next to the coffin, so she won't even let the body go?" The sound of an old woman with small feet seemed to speak softly, but she wished everyone could hear it.

"Oh, yes, our Zijia Bay is a place where people die, so it's not a strange thing to have such a child. We are also people who step into the coffin with one foot, and I'm afraid of affecting you in the neighboring village." Second Aunt said sarcastically.

"Don't say it anymore. My sister-in-law was found by a hanged ghost, and it has nothing to do with this little girl. Moreover, I saw me last night." Dongmei, the sister-in-law of the Birthday uncle, suddenly came over.

What did you see? A group of women immediately came over. Dongmei looked around carefully, then swallowed and said, "When I was chatting with my sister-in-law in the yard, a man in black who couldn't see clearly came up from the intersection. He, dressed in black, walked straight to our yard. But strangely, he carried a large circle of hemp ropes on his shoulders, as scary as a python. He went to the yard to help me get the ropes. For some reason, I felt that he was not a human, like a ghost. So, how dare I help him get this thing? Isn't it my life? But, but this sister-in-law suddenly ran over and helped the handsome man carry the rope... I was so scared that she screamed: "Sister-in-law, he is a hanged ghost." But she couldn't hear anything. My scream woke my man from his sleep, and at this time she heard that Brother Birthday was calling people to help him..."

Ah, it turns out that you are a dream... Don't say it anymore, it's scary.

Several women looked around in horror when they heard this.

"Oh... I'm really upset that such a group of women are like this." I really don't want to hear the chattering noise again, and I have nowhere to go. Only by continuing to taste the pastry can I forget myself for a while, and I feel drowsy after a few sips...
Chapter completed!