Nowadays, in the eyes of the people of Lujia Village, dancing a Nuo opera in the middle of the night is almost equivalent to ranking in front of the Lord of Hell.
Death is already a certainty, the only difference is whether it's sooner or later.
So when the Yang family found out that Yang Fuming also ran out to dance a Nuo opera in the middle of the night, they all panicked.
Early in the morning, they brought back Yang Fuming who was sleeping in front of the village temple, and began to cry non-stop around him.
Yang Fuming was stunned when he heard this. Then he thought of the tragic death of his younger brother and felt a chill in his heart.
After sitting there for a long time amid the cries of his family, Yang Fuming suddenly remembered what Yan Laosan said to him last night.
Master Fan has many people around him, so if he can't figure out something, maybe they will actually have a way to solve it?
However, Yang Fuming was still a little hesitant about disturbing the deceased and opening the coffin for autopsy.
And now he also has a strange disease. He can't control himself from dancing in Nuo opera every night, and he can't take them to open the coffin and do an autopsy.
But after thinking about it, the desire to survive finally took over.
Yang Fuming waved his hand and said: "Okay, I'm not dead yet. Don't cry yet. Go and do whatever you need to do. Qingxiang will stay here for a while. I have something to tell you."
Yang Qingxiang was the eldest son of Yang Fuming. When he heard this, he thought his father was going to explain the consequences for future generations, and he cried even more sadly.
The rest of the family probably had the same idea, and they helped each other cry and walked out of the room.
Yang Qingxiang plopped down and knelt down in front of Yang Fuming's bed, crying: "Dad, if you have anything to say, just tell your son."
"You get up first, I have something serious to tell you..." Yang Fuming relayed to his son exactly what Yan Laosan said to him, and then said, "I am still a little hesitant now, what do you think about this matter?"
Yang Qingxiang said excitedly: "Dad, no matter whether it works or not, you still have to give it a try, right? Don't you often say that Huguang can have such a prosperous and peaceful life now, all thanks to Prince Rui's Mansion, if Mr. Fan
He is really an official of the palace, and he takes the initiative to help us, why should we turn people away!"
"But those who passed away..." Yang Fuming still had the same old thoughts and hesitated.
"Dad, aren't you confused?" Yang Qingxiang said, "What's more important, the living or the dead? Even if the deceased knew about it, wouldn't they want the people in the village to be well?
"Besides, you are the backbone of our family. If something happens to you, how will your grandparents, my mother, and us survive in the future?"
Yang Fuming felt that what his son said was reasonable, but there was still one point: "Brother Yan originally wanted me to secretly take them to open the coffin for an autopsy in the middle of the night, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble in the village. But now that I have this strange disease, I suddenly
I don’t know who to entrust it to.”
"Dad, I'm going!" Yang Qingxiang said without thinking, "I'm familiar with the road over there and I'm brave. I can just take them there quietly at night!"
"No!" Yang Fuming refused flatly, "They have no clue now, who knows if it can work. If not, you will be the backbone of the family from now on, and we can't let you take risks in case you get contaminated with something unclean.
But what should I do?”
"Then, why don't dad take Sanshu Yan there and let him remember the route? Then they can go there by themselves in the evening!" Yang Qingxiang gave another idea.
Yang Fuming has naturally thought of this method, but the way into the mountain is not easy to remember, not to mention having to go there in the dark at night, which is simply extremely difficult.
But now there seems to be no other way.
After Yang Fuming came out of the house, he found Yan Laosan and sighed: "Brother Yan, I don't want to agree to you now. I just hope that Mr. Fan's capable people can really resolve this disaster in our village. Otherwise,
Brother, I will soon be separated from you forever."
Yan Laosan didn't expect that Yang Fuming would also fall into the trap, and he suddenly felt that the matter was even more urgent: "Then let's go without further delay, let's go tonight!"
"I can no longer control my actions at night. I can only take you into the mountains once. I hope you can remember the route and take Master Fan's people to open the coffin in the evening."
Upon hearing this, Yan Laosan patted his chest and promised, "Brother Yang, I don't dare to boast about anything else, but I am still somewhat capable of knowing the way."
He is born with a strong sense of direction, and he has been trained since he was a child. He can remember the roads he has walked once. It was also because of his strengths that the palace sent him to the Juzhou Mountains to gather information.
Although he said this, Yang Fuming was not very optimistic and said: "The mountain road here is difficult to walk, and it is difficult to identify it during the day, let alone at night. I will take you on two walks today. If you can't remember, I will go there tomorrow.
Try and walk more times."
Yan Laosan saw that he didn't believe him, but he didn't explain too much. Anyway, it would be obvious when the time comes.
Yang Fuming avoided the sight of everyone in the village and led Yan Laosan up the mountain in a circuitous way. Now is the time when the mountains are lush with vegetation. The shrubs are taller than people, and the leaves are lush and cover people's sight. They are two steps away.
There were almost no people visible.
Yan Laosan followed Yang Fuming closely, silently memorizing the route.
The two of them walked for more than half an hour, and finally their eyes suddenly opened up, and they arrived at a flat mountainous area.
There are several rows of coffins neatly arranged here. Even in broad daylight, seeing them in the cold can make people feel a chill down their backs.
Yang Fuming took out the incense candles and tributes he had carried all the way and placed them on the altar table. He muttered something in dialect. After a while, he stood up and said, "Let's go back. I'll take you through it again later."
Yan Laosan said: "No need, I have written it all down."
"Brother Yan, this is not the time to show off. In our mountains..." Yang Fuming didn't believe it at all.
"Brother Yang, if you don't believe me, let me go ahead and see if I can bring you back to the village."
Yang Fuming followed Yan Laosan suspiciously, and was surprised to find that he actually walked perfectly, without even stumbling at all, and successfully found the village.
"Brother Yan, you are really like this!" Yang Fuming gave Yan Laosan a thumbs up, "In that case, I'm relieved. I hope that opening the coffin and conducting an autopsy will really help. Otherwise, I won't be embarrassed when I die.
I’ve seen the tribesmen in the past!”
"Brother Yang, don't think so much, you are still far away from that day!"
Yan Laosan comforted Yang Fuming for a few words, and immediately went back to report the matter to Li Zian after they left.
Li Zian turned to look at Shen Tianshu and asked for her opinion.
Shen Tianshu calculated that the items he needed were all in the medicine box, and said: "This matter should be done sooner rather than later. Let's go tonight."