Chapter 2122 May the soul return and be reunited with the family
Qiao Xiuli took Lanlan and sat in the carriage, parked at the corner of a street, waiting to meet Gu Nuoer.
Lan Lan looked at Qiao Xiuli curiously: "Li Li, who are we going to meet later?"
Qiao Xiuli said lightly: "My sister."
A hesitant look suddenly appeared on the blue and fleshy little face.
If she remembered correctly, Sister Nuoer was Qiao Xiuli's sister.
Lan Lan tried hard to count her seniority by her fingers.
She whispered: "Sister Nuoer is her cousin. The sister Lili mentioned should be someone else, right?"
Qiao Xiuli didn't hear her muttering, because at this moment, there were overwhelming crying outside the carriage, mixed with suona and gongs and drums, which seemed particularly harsh.
The blue curtain lifted up and looked outside.
I saw flying yellow paper coins falling all over the ground.
A group of people were wearing mourning clothes and carrying black coffins, walking forward while crying.
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The man holding the tablet in front cried louder and louder than the next--
"Mom! Woo woo..."
Their family followed the coffin, all lowering their heads to wipe away tears.
Lan Lan looked at them in surprise and asked Qiao Xiuli: "Why are these people crying?"
Qiao Xiuli patiently explained: "Their mother died and was extremely sad. This was on the way to the funeral, so she called the crying spirit."
Lan Lan nodded with clarity.
She understood the meaning of death.
I have heard from Grandpa Tiandao that the lifespan of ordinary people is like a flash of cereus, and it is fleeting.
The closest people leave, life and death are separated, no wonder they cry so sadly.
Unbearableness appeared in the blue eyes.
She looked at the black coffin and gently raised her fingertips: "I wish my soul would return and reunite with my family."
As she whispered and murmured, invisible magic powers, like silk threads, directly surrounded the black coffin and gradually penetrated.
To save the dead, a lot of spiritual power is needed.
Lanlan's eyes were grim and cast the spell seriously until her forehead was covered in sweat.
A loud "bang" suddenly came from the black coffin over there.
The crying around him came to an abrupt end.
The group of people turned around and looked at the coffin with shocked and surprised eyes.
There was a silence around.
Until an old cry came from the coffin—
"It's so dark, son, where are you? Let me out!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the man holding the tablet in front was so scared that he screamed loudly.
He threw away the tablet, pulled his wife and children, and ran away.
Those who played the suona and gongs and drums naturally "don't throw away their armor" and shouted "haunted" and ran away immediately.
There were also a few timid relatives who fell to the ground and their lips trembled.
"Fraud, zombie..."
When Lanlan saw them like this, she frowned: "Why are they all running away? Their mother has come alive. Shouldn't she be happy?"
In the coffin, the dead old woman continued to slap the coffin board: "Let me out!"
Lan Lan quickly ran off the carriage and went to help.
Qiao Xiuli reached out to stop her, but only grabbed a piece of her silk.
"Lan Lan!" he called coldly, but Lan Lan had already run to the black coffin.
Her fleshy hands pushed open the coffin board hard.
An old woman wearing a mourning dress and a little pale face immediately sat up.
She was also stunned when she saw Lan Lan.
"Who are you, where are my sons?"
Lan Lan pointed around: "They ran away. Where is your home? Let's take you back."
The old woman crawled out of the coffin for no reason, and Lan Lan even reached out to help her.