smuggler

Chapter 89

I turned my head abruptly, stared at the female student and said, "What is this place?"

The female student reacted from her fear, looked outside, pointed to the village not far ahead and said to me, "This is Liuhuai Village!"

Hearing this, I suddenly felt a tingling in my head.

After hesitating for a while, I gritted my teeth and got out of the car.

The only difference from the dream is that a door of the main room is open. Walking through the mottled wooden door, my heart beats involuntarily.

When I was under the eaves of the door, I saw a large black lacquered coffin in the main room. A square table under the main hall was covered with a black cloth. There were two porcelain plates on it with offering fruits, and a three-legged incense burner in the middle.

Next to it was a grand master's chair with red lacquer.

The scene in front of me made my breathing uncontrollably heavy, and the coolness from the soles of my feet surged up one after another.

When I was moving my steps across the threshold of the main room, there was a noise from the side room, and suddenly two people came out from it.

These two are very plainly dressed, one is of medium build and has a square face, the other is thin, young, with a sallow and dark complexion.

When the two came out and saw it, both of them were stunned.

Among them, the middle-aged man with a square face took a look and asked me what I was doing with alert eyes.

I lied and said with a smile, "I'm from out of town, and I don't know the way. When I saw someone here, I wanted to find out how to get to Liuhuai Village."

The square face could see that I was not a local villager. After hearing my words, he ignored me at first, and told the skinny man next to him: "The second wife Ma has fallen, Xiao Wu, go to the village chief and bring someone to take a look." .”

After listening to the order, Xiao Wu hurriedly went out in response.

The middle-aged man with a square face then set his eyes on me, took a few glances and said, "You want to go to the Taoyuan in Liuhuai Village, right? Liuhuai Village is at the foot of the mountain, and Lingyuan is in the village."

The ancient peach tree in the Ridge Garden is very famous in the local area, and people from the city hundreds of kilometers away often come here to admire it.

Praying for wealth and blessings, protecting and giving birth to children, and avoiding evil and avoiding taboos, the ancient peach has become a local sacred tree.

So when I said to go to Liuhuai Village, the middle-aged man didn't doubt what I said at all.

I took the opportunity to ask the middle-aged man about some things about Gu Tao, and looked into the room.

Without saying a word, there was a lot of noise outside, and a dozen or so villagers rushed in through the courtyard gate. The front one was an elderly man in his 60s or [-]s with gray hair and a coat on his body.

After entering the house, the old man in a coat glanced into the coffin, then turned to the middle-aged man standing at the door and asked, "What's going on?"

I heard a general idea under the eaves that the grizzled old man in the overcoat was the old village head. Not long ago, the middle-aged man with a square face went to the fields with the skinny guy, and passed by Ma Ermao's house to see that the door was closed.

Because the second wife Ma is an old desolate family in the village and has no children.

So when I saw the door was closed, I came over to take a look, but when I opened the door, I saw a coffin in the center of the main room.

The second wife Ma was lying in the coffin in old clothes.

"Do you know when it happened?"

The old village chief lifted the coat on his shoulders and turned to ask.

The middle-aged man with a square face said: "When I first came here, the second lady Ma's face was not yet blue, so she should have just passed away. It probably took only a quarter of an hour or two."

Hearing this, I took a deep breath and subconsciously took a step back.

A quarter of an hour, isn't it just the time to have that strange dream?

I haven't come here yet, but I dreamed of the old lady in this house ahead of time! ?

And she talked to herself.

Here I learned that the time of the old lady's death coincided with the time of my dream, what does this indicate?
I suddenly thought of the scene in the dream where the old lady held the oil lamp and followed the dark man in the tall hat to the rain curtain in the heavy rain.

After hearing the words, the old village chief sighed, saw me standing at the door, but didn't ask any questions, and asked the villager standing at the door, "Is the watcher here?"

"I'm coming."

A low voice came from the door, and the villagers around the door stepped aside, and an old man in a half-suit limped in with his right knee on his knee.

Most of the people who watch things are local gods, that is, Mr. Yin and Yang. In many areas of mountain villages, it is still a traditional burial.

The funeral director needs to check Fengshui, including the time of funeral and the address of the grave, Mr. Yin Yang needs to see it.

This lame half-old man is a watcher, and he is well-known in the local area, because his surname is Zhang, and he is lame.

Therefore, the elders called him Cripple Zhang.

What caught my attention was that the suit Zhang Lame was wearing was a bit strange, half of it was white and the other half was black.

When Cripple Zhang went into the room to see it, I had a strong intuition that the previous dream was definitely not accidental.

Lame Zhang limped and looked around the room.

Seeing that the lid of the coffin hadn't been closed, my heart sank. I stepped over the threshold to get closer to the coffin, and looked inside. Although I was fully prepared in my heart, my whole body was still hairy.

The face of the old lady lying in the coffin was astonishingly seen in a dream, and even the old clothes she was wearing were the shrouds when she was seen carrying the oil lamp.

I walked to the altar and took a look at the photo frame covered in the black cloth. A black and white portrait was inlaid in the frame, and the smiling face of Granny Ma stared straight at me.

I retracted my hand, feeling dizzy for a while.

Subconsciously stepped back a few steps, Zhang Laizi circled around the house, walked to the door of the mourning hall, and said loudly to the villagers: "Ma Er Po is lonely, we folks in the village, let's send her the last journey together today." .”

After finishing speaking, Zhang Laizi walked to the altar in the mourning hall, lit two white candles, one on each side, arranged the portrait of Grandma Ma, and said that the journey would be easy.

At this time, the old village head called the villagers at the door to enter the house and close the coffin.

A villager at the gate was preparing to burn paper money in a funeral pot. Just as the paper money was being lit, suddenly a gust of wind blew up in the mourning hall.

The paper money was scraped into the main room and blown all over the floor. While lifting the coffin lid to close it, a villager yelled in horror, sat down on the ground and rubbed his back, pointing at the coffin and saying in fear.

"Open your eyes, Ma Erpo has opened your eyes."

I stood in the main room and took a look into the coffin. Erma Ma's eyes really opened.

Ma Erpo's eyes opened and she looked up at the roof, staring straight at the roof, because the deceased's eyes were not focused, and her gaze was very scattered, but that appearance was particularly frightening.

The villagers present panicked, and there was a commotion in the house.

Seeing that something was wrong, Zhang Laizi put a stack of incense papers in his hand on the altar and immediately went up to check. When he saw Ma Ermao's wide-open eyes, his face also became very ugly.

Some villagers in the house whispered, saying that the second wife Ma died with regret, that she had some unfulfilled wish, and that she was unwilling to go on the road.

(End of this chapter)