I Just Want To Be Quiet

Early the next morning.

Catalpa Village.

The village chief’s house.

Qiao Ciguang brought Shi Wanli and the four juniors together.

Originally, she wanted to come here alone, but considering yesterday's experience, in case she was absent, Shi Wanli and the four junior sisters might be in danger again, but she might not have good luck again.

So he simply took the five people with him.

The affairs of the house were temporarily handed over to Fairy Yu Meng.

"Outsiders, early." Hearing the movement, the old man with white beard and white hair looked around in the room, immediately put down what he was holding, and came out to greet him.

His attitude was much warmer than yesterday, and his expression seemed to be very grateful to Qiao Ciguang and others.

Qiao Ciguang was a little confused, but the business matter was important, so he immediately asked: "Dare to ask when the funeral will begin. If we want to observe the ceremony, what should we pay attention to?"

The village chief said: "Girls don’t rush, the funeral will only start at noon. It’s just that the master’s house is not a related person, so it’s best not to go in. If you want to watch the ceremony, you can go anywhere. When they’re ready, The funeral procession will pass by the door of every household in the village."

"Just remember the girl, don't have any contact with the team, let alone speak."

Qiao Ciguang nodded thoughtfully. They didn't go directly to the old Xu's house for the funeral early in the morning, but came to see the village head. It was because Shi Wanli entered the old Xu's house yesterday.

"Stay here now." She immediately transmitted her voice to Shi Wanli and the four junior sisters, "When the funeral procession passes by, we will follow."

Hearing the words, the five nodded quietly.

So they were seated in the hall at the invitation of the village chief and chatted with the village chief.

It’s just that the village chief’s mouth is very strict, and he talks about the gossip planted by the farm. He never mentions the origins of the village or even the things in the village...

At this moment, the old Xu's house, the door is closed, and the green couplets are as bright as new.

An elderly woman with a hunchback, carrying a bamboo basket covered with black cloth, and four men in different dresses, walked to the door with a hobble.

This old woman is a weeping widow who lives along the river.

And these four men were specially selected by Fairy Yu Meng for casual cultivator, or virgin body, their cultivation level only had the period of qi training.

At the moment these four casual cultivators don’t know what happened yesterday. Fairy Yu Meng only told them that it was Qiao Zhen’s order to follow this crying widow to do things!

This floating island is too weird. Originally, the real strength between their casual cultivators and Dapai disciples was very different.

Not to mention, none of them have built a foundation.

Only by following Su Zhentian's high feet firmly can there be a ray of life.

Now naturally he dared not defy Qiao Ciguang's order, and Su Zhentian was a righteous way, with a reputation, and had never had a history of harassment and casual repair.

Therefore, they dared to come forward.

The door was right in front of her, but the crying widow didn't mean to push the door in at all. Instead, she carefully put down the bamboo basket in her hand. After that, she uncovered the black cloth and took out a pair of alive geese.

The pair of wild geese had bright feathers, and their bodies were all woven tightly tied with colorful silk ribbons. Even the beaks of the birds were entangled several times, and they could not sing.

The crying widow looked solemn and slightly nervous.

She held the pair of wild geese in both hands, gently placed them on the threshold of the closed door, and took out two bells from her arms. The bells were originally stuffed inside and could not make a sound.

At this moment, the crying widow pulled out the stuffed cloth, hung the bell on the neck of the goose, and then whispered: "Kneel down."

As he said, he took the lead with a "plop", knelt down, bowed deeply, and pressed his forehead directly to the ground.

The four San Xiu looked at each other, but soon they also drew on the gourd and knelt to the ground, sticking to the mud with their foreheads.

After a while, I heard the soft bells.

It seemed as if someone was fiddled with carelessly, and then, the bell became louder and louder, and even began to mingled with the painful chirping of the geese.

The four San Xiu were shocked secretly, how did the wild goose scream when the bird's beak was obviously tied?

They deliberately raised their heads and glanced, but they didn't dare to think of the weirdness of this village.

After a long time, the bells and geese chirping gradually disappeared. The crying widow waited for a while until she heard the door "creak" open, and then she secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She got up and said, "Okay, let's go in." "

"Mother-in-law, what is this?" The four casual cultivators followed up and glanced across the threshold, only to see that the geese and bells were gone. On the threshold, a few **** feathers fell on the threshold, causing their pupils to shrink.

The four looked at each other and asked tentatively.

The crying widow sighed and said, "This is the rule in the village. You can't break into the vacant room unless the vacant room is actively invited..."

"Otherwise, whoever enters the old Xu family will die."

She didn't mean to explain in detail, shook her head, crossed the threshold, and walked into the house.

The four San Xiu frowned, but they still followed.

The crying widow did not stay in the main house, and went straight to the backyard with a clear goal.

In the backyard, three coffins were quietly placed.

She was not surprised at this scene. She put down the bamboo basket in her hand and took out a baggage from it. After opening it, there was a bright **** red wedding gown, two water-red skirts, and some rouge for dressing up inside. Gouache and the like.

"You open the lid of the coffin, and I will tidy up their appearance." The crying widow picked up the powder hairpin ring and told the four casual repairers.

The casual cultivators didn't react to the corpses. After all, as monks, they saw a lot of dead people. Mortal corpses didn't arouse their interest at all.

I was surprised to see what she was holding. Wearing a red wedding gown for funerals? Wear chai ring beads?

However, urged by the crying wanderer, the four of them opened the lids of the three coffins in accordance with the words, and watched the crying wanderer dressing up the body in the coffin one by one.

Her movements are very skillful, and her hands and feet are not as neat as an old man of this age, but between her expressions, even though she tries to hide her, she still faintly reveals tension and fear.

The four casual cultivators stood aside, watching this scene, feeling slightly awe-inspiring. They always felt that this task was not as understatement as Fairy Yu Meng said...

Only now, they dare not leave without authorization.

At this moment, the crying widow said: "The makeup is done, you lift the person up and it's time to comb your hair."

As she talked, she pulled out a comb inlaid with gold inlays from her bag. The comb was about the size of a palm, and it was gorgeously incompatible with her hands full of age spots and the humble surroundings.

Even the four freelancers couldn't help but take another look, and immediately discovered that a lot of runes were engraved on the comb, which was a magic weapon!

A magic weapon will appear in such a place!

Moreover, it is still in the hands of an old mortal woman who has no cultivation skills?

The four casual practitioners were greedy for a masterpiece for a while, and their eyes touched the three mortal corpses before they calmed down. They exchanged glances and decided to wait until the mourning was over before making plans.

At this moment, the crying widow stood behind the little girl who was first supported, while combing her withered hair with a magical comb, while singing in a crying voice: "One comb to the end of the hair, two combs the white head and the eyebrows. , Three combs all over the ground, four combs forever knots, five combs and Shun Wengao, six combs fortune in the homeland, seven combs for good times, eight combs for a profit, nine combs for feasts, and ten combs without taboos."

After the tenth combing, the dead little girl suddenly opened her eyes!