The old man frowned, "Now that the roads are cut off, how did you get in?"
” "I came in Li Ergou's car in Tieshugou."
"Oh" The old man nodded, his expression slightly relaxed.
Since the other party can say Li Ergou's name, it shouldn't be a lie, he hesitated for a moment and said: "I'm the village chief here, two, you guys are unlucky, something happened in the village recently, and everyone has no heart to do business, so you better go and play elsewhere." ” "Oh" Zhang Cheng nodded, "That's okay, you're busy, let's just hang out." ” The village chief glanced at Zhang Cheng, shook his head and said: "We are a small village, if there is anything to visit, you should leave early, take advantage of the morning, as long as you walk to the village road, you can stop the car." ” Seeing that Zhang Cheng didn't move, the village chief shook his head and didn't bother to say, turned his head and shouted to the villagers: "It's almost time, start the museum" The villagers had already tied the coffin with hemp rope, and as soon as the village chief gave an order, the four middle-aged men picked up the coffin together and walked towards the outside of the courtyard.
Zhang Cheng pulled Wang Dafu two steps away and let go of the door, staring at the black lacquer coffin with a pair of eyes.
"A red coffin is used for the end of life, and a black coffin is used for those who die of illness."
Wang Dafu said in a low voice: "It seems that the coffin should be the Wang sledgehammer, but now we are ready to be buried, we can't pry the coffin open anymore, if there is a problem, it is better to say, if there is no problem, it must be beaten to death."
Zhang Cheng nodded, and noticed that the four men who carried the coffin, walking in front of the two were obviously very easy, but the one who carried the tail of the coffin seemed to be very difficult, and he couldn't even straighten his waist with a flat shoulder, and he began to sweat after walking a few steps.
Zhang Cheng touched Wang Dafu and pouted towards the coffin, Wang Dafu looked at it, and immediately found the abnormality, frowned and said: "Heavy feet and light heads, as the saying goes, the feet sink, and the corpse soul is disturbed, it seems that you really guessed correctly, this corpse really has a problem." ” "Sooner or later, those who are poisoned by corpses will be corpses, it's just a matter of time, today happens to be the first seven soul nights, and something will definitely happen."
A gleam flashed in Zhang Cheng's eyes, and he raised his feet and followed behind these people.
After the funeral procession left the village, they walked along a small road in the direction of the mountain, and after ten minutes, they came to an open place at the foot of the mountain, and stopped as the village chief raised his hand.
Zhang Cheng looked around and found that there were many graves in the open space, which should be where the ancestors of Yangliu Village were located.
The four men put the coffin on the ground, the front two were not red and breathless, but the back were trembling with their legs, and the sweat on their backs soaked their clothes.
The village chief turned his head, looked at the woman who was hiding his face and crying, and said in a deep voice: "Lian Shun, the sledgehammer has left, he is buried in the ancestral grave of our Yangliu Village, and he will bless you in the future, don't worry, if you have any difficulties in the future, come to me, I will try my best to help you." ” The woman wiped her tears and nodded slightly.
The village chief turned his head to look around, walked a few more steps back and forth in the vicinity, and suddenly stepped on a clearing.
"That's it, dig it."
Several villagers immediately came over with shovels and hoes, and it didn't take much effort to dig a grave.
Under the command of the village chief, the black lacquer coffin was carried over, and then slowly put into the pit, and just as the villagers were about to fill in the soil, Zhang Cheng walked out.
"Wait, this man can't be buried."
The people present were stunned at the same time, and looked at Zhang Cheng in surprise, and the eyes of several villagers were obviously a little unkind.
The village chief frowned, looked at Zhang Cheng with a dark face, and said loudly: "What's the matter with you, didn't you let you leave quickly, why did you keep up and don't make trouble, if you miss the auspicious time, you can't afford to take this responsibility."
Zhang Cheng put his hands behind his back and said lightly: "I don't know when it is auspicious, but there is a problem with this corpse, and you can't bury it." ” what As soon as they heard this, the faces of those villagers changed, and they subconsciously took two steps back.
The corners of Zhang Cheng's mouth twitched, and then said: "I know that there were zombies in your village some time ago, if you are not afraid of biting if you have more lice, then I didn't say it." ” "Let go of your mother's fart" The woman named Lian Shun was originally standing aside crying and crying, but as soon as she heard Zhang Cheng's words, she immediately screamed, and wanted to pounce desperately, but after being pulled by the villagers standing next to her, she pointed at Zhang Cheng with an angry face and scolded.
The other villagers also stared at Zhang Cheng with a cold light, what happened some time ago was the secret of Yangliu Village, and after discussion, everyone agreed not to disclose it to the public, so as not to affect future business.
Moreover, the villagers believe in ghosts and gods the most, and the people of Yangliu Village were panicked, and Zhang Cheng actually said such things when he was buried, which undoubtedly violated the taboo of the villagers.
For a while, many young villagers rolled up their sleeves, ready to teach this open-mouthed boy a lesson.
As soon as the village chief raised his hand, he stopped the villagers who were about to move, looked at Zhang Cheng and said coldly: "Young man, don't think that you can talk nonsense if you are from the city, I advise you to shut up immediately, otherwise I won't be able to protect you."
Seeing the other party's tense appearance, Zhang Cheng shrugged his shoulders and retreated to Wang Dafu's side without speaking.
The village chief snorted, looked up at the sky, and found that the sun had set in the west, so he didn't dare to waste any more time, and waved his hand to the villagers, "Don't be stunned and do business, bury it quickly" When the villagers saw that Zhang Cheng was not leaving, their faces were not good-looking, but they didn't have time to care about him anymore, so they all picked up shovels and began to fill the grave.
The village chief took out a folded piece of yellow paper from his bosom, opened it carefully, and stood by the grave and read it aloud.
Zhang Cheng listened to it casually and found that it was all the words of some bliss in the afterlife and blessing future generations, so he couldn't help but shake his head secretly.
If this corpse is really buried, let alone bless future generations, the whole village will suffer when the coffin is broken.
"What should we do, let's just do it, watch" Wang Dafu saw that those villagers kept filling the grave with soil, and couldn't help but pull Zhang Cheng.
Zhang Cheng smiled and didn't answer, just flicked his fingers slightly, and a wisp of black gas quickly burrowed into the ground.
Soon the villagers who filled in the soil realized that something was wrong, and most of the excavated soil was now filled back, but the coffin had not even been covered, which was a bit unscientific.
"Don't stop and continue to bury" The village chief also found a problem, immediately stopped chanting, waved everyone to continue, and stood on the edge of the pit and looked carefully for a long time, his expression gradually became panicked.
He found that no matter how much he filled it down, the dirt would slide to both sides after falling on the lid of the coffin, and the coffin would always be halfway out of the soil, as if it were floating on water, and as the soil slowly rose, the lid of the coffin was about to rise out of the grave: