Night falls, while Sujiazhuang is resisting the siege of zombies, Yuanyang City dozens of miles away is quiet.
Although there are many zombies outside the city, with a wide moat, tall and thick walls, and a well-equipped garrison, Yuanyang City is as stable as Mount Tai.
In the Marquis Mansion in Beicheng, a white cloth has been hung on the lintel, indicating that the family is undergoing a funeral.
Like other mansions, most of the Hou family's servants were dismissed, but because the Hou family did not participate in the "power struggle," there were still a few old servants left in their family.
But these old servants can take care of the masters of the Hou family, but they are exhausted when there are too many guests at home.
Lao Yang sat on the threshold and breathed heavily. Looking at the people standing in the second courtyard, he couldn't help but sigh.
"When the master was here, he didn't have such a big reputation that all the heads of the big families in the city could come in person..."
"But I didn't expect that the master would still be so prosperous after his death. Strange things have happened recently!"
In the main hall of the Hou family, Hou Yunhe had been placed in a coffin and buried, and Hou Yuanliang was kneeling in front of the coffin.
"My dear nephew, I would like to express my condolences... Your father has been an upright and upright official all his life, and he has loved and cared for the people. He will surely reach bliss soon!"
Hou Yuanliang breathed a long sigh of relief, then kowtowed and said: "Thank you uncle for your comfort!"
Looking at the "uncles" standing in the hall, Hou Yuanliang was extremely stressed at this moment.
These people have been staying here and not leaving, do they still want to have a dinner?
Not to mention, Hou Yuanliang really guessed it right. In addition to building relationships with his family, these people also wanted to have a meal before leaving.
Nowadays, the food supply in various prefectures is limited. Although their families are left with some extra food, they end up eating less and less. Naturally, they can save one meal if they can.
Faced with this situation, Hou Yuanliang was on the verge of tears, but he did not want to offend these people.
"Uncles, the family situation is difficult now. My father's funeral ceremony can only be held in a simple way, so I can only cook some porridge to entertain you!"
On the surface, Hou Yuanliang seems to be stingy, but in fact he is generous enough. After all, there are more than thirty people staying in his house at the moment.
Even if no one has a bowl of porridge, there is still a lot of food.
But the porridge was not for nothing. I heard Hou Yuanliang continue to say: "Please forgive me, uncles. When my father's coffin is buried, you can help to be a coffin bearer!"
After he had a bowl of clear porridge, he had to carry Hou Yunhe's coffin, which shocked everyone present.
Hou Yuanliang had already said this, leaving now was not the same thing, so everyone could only hold their noses and admit it.
Fortunately, it was not in vain. The Hou family invited everyone to drink porridge today, so everyone should be well fed at the next funeral.
Everyone exited the mourning hall and sat in the rooms on both sides. A bowl of tea was served to them at this moment.
At this moment in the mourning hall, Hou Yuanliang’s wife Ma was extremely unhappy: “Husband, these people are really not ashamed!”
Hou Yuanliang sighed and said no more.
Although it will cost some food, the Hou family can still afford it now. As long as Mei Zihai is still on good terms with the princess, they will not be afraid.
In fact, Hou Yuanliang's longer-term plan is to send his sister to the palace as a concubine, so that the life of his Hou family will be more secure.
Just as Hou Yuanliang was thinking about this, Ma asked: "Husband, what's wrong with your hand? When did you get these cuts?"
After hearing this, Hou Yuanliang lowered his head and saw that there was indeed a wound on the back of his hand, and the blood had dried up.
"This... since when have there been so many words like this!"
After thinking about it carefully, Hou Yuanliang remembered who the "culprit" was, and it was his dead father.
When Hou Yunhe was making his final confession, he held Hou Yuanliang's hand so tightly that his nails scratched his skin.
"Alas...Father still can't let go of this family!" Hou Yuanliang sighed.
But it's normal to think about it. Monsters are rampant in this world now, and everyone in the city is trapped inside. How can Hou Yunhe rest assured about his family?
When he thought about the difficult road ahead, Hou Yuanliang felt upset and felt hot for no reason.
Now that the heat has arrived, Hou Yuanliang pulled his collar and said to his wife: "Pour me a glass of water!"
Ma stood up and left, while Hou Yuanliang pulled up his sleeves and fanned himself with his palms, although this was not very etiquette.
But for some reason, the more Hou Yuanliang tried to suppress his thirst, the more intense the heat in his heart became.
Just when Hou Yuanliang was wondering if he was sick, there was a muffled "bang" above his head.
At this moment, in the mourning hall, after Ma left, there were Hou Yuanliang's two sons, and they also looked suspicious at this moment.
Just at this moment, another "pop" sound came from above the head.
Immediately afterwards, there was another "pop" sound at the door, which was the sound of broken porcelain.
Hou Yuanliang looked at the door, and it was Ma who went out to pour herself some water. At this moment, Ma looked frightened.
Knowing what Ma should have discovered, Hou Yuanliang immediately asked: "What's wrong?"
"Husband...husband, the coffin...the coffin has moved!" Ma was horrified.
Remembering that the sound he just heard came from the direction of the coffin, Hou Yuanliang couldn't believe it.
Trying hard to suppress the dryness in his heart, Hou Yuanliang stood up from the ground and looked solemnly at his father's coffin.
Madam Ma also hid outside the door at this moment, and waved to her son in the room, signaling them to leave the mourning hall quickly.
At this moment, the coffin board bounced up again, and this time it slipped directly to the side and hit the ground with a loud "bang" sound.
"Liar...exploded the corpse?" Hou Yuanliang murmured.
At this moment, Hou Yunhe, who had put on his shroud, sat upright from the coffin.
"Dad...Grandpa, has he turned into a monster?" Hou Yuanliang's eldest son said.
At this moment, Hou Yunhe roared and stood up from the coffin.
"Ouch..."
The current scene frightened Hou Yuanliang so much that he instinctively stepped back.
What on earth is going on? Although Hou Yuanliang couldn't believe it, he also knew that his father had mutated into a monster.
Hou Yuanliang turned around and shouted loudly: "Run away, you guys run away!"
Ma was so frightened that her legs went weak, and when she heard her husband's scolding, she ran away with her two children.
Hou Yuanliang himself also quickly ran out of the mourning hall and closed the door of the mourning hall with his backhand.
But the door could only be closed from the inside. At this moment, Hou Yuanliang closed the door, but could not escape for a while.
It was at this moment that the mutated Hou Yunhe jumped out, following the breath of a living person and trying to get out of the mourning hall.
"Come and help, otherwise everyone will die!" Hou Yuanliang shouted into the side room.
After hearing the commotion, the gentlemen stopped chatting and went out to visit. They saw Hou Yuanliang holding the door tightly.
"My dear nephew, what's going on?"
"My dad has turned into a monster and is inside... Uncles, come here and help me. Close the door for me!"
Just as Hou Yuanliang finished speaking, there was a bang on the door, and then the window paper stuck to it was torn, and his skinny hand stretched out.