A Quick Walkthrough: Male God, Don’t Run Away

From outside the firewood room came the cry of a baby and the sound of mice moving in the firewood.

Shu Ange stood up, leaned over to the crack of the door, and spied on the scene outside.

The moon shines brightly on the earth like a mirror. Outside the firewood house, there is no one person. No matter how far away, the sound of the suona is faint.

The mourning hall is probably already set up, and the custom in the countryside is to bury the mourning after three days of rest.

In the plot prompt, these trivial matters were not mentioned, and Shu Ange guessed that according to the custom, the Song family might drag her to the funeral tomorrow.

After all, even if Mrs. Song hated her again, she is now Song Yue's wife.

Moreover, there are many customs in the countryside, and the wife's wake-up call is very important. Some people who didn't have wives during their lifetime will try their best to marry the deceased after death.

There is a smell of smoke and dust in the woodshed, standing by the door, the air outside is fresh and humid.

Shu Ange closed his eyes and felt the aura around him with his heart. He was pleasantly surprised to find that Longhe Village was full of aura.

She opened her eyes, and there was a bright light in her eyes, and she suddenly saw the hope of escaping from Longhe Village.

Compared to practicing kung fu, Shu Ange actually prefers to practice Taoist magic. After all, sprinkling beans to form an army is more cool than dancing knives and sticks.

Shu Ange was in a bright mood and began to ponder the identity of the mysterious man again.

He appeared when Duan Yushu was on the verge of death, and buried her in a forest far away from Longhe Village. He was by no means an ordinary person.

There are many ghosts and ghosts in the mountains, and Shu Ange suspects that he is not an ordinary human being.

Duan Yushu has a clear mind and is a good cultivator, but she has never been exposed to these things, so she regrets it for the rest of her life.

Shu Ange sat cross-legged by the door, closed his eyes, and chased away the distracting thoughts in his heart. While chanting Taoist mantras in his heart, he tried to absorb the essence of the moon and introduce spiritual energy into his body.

Longhe Village is full of spiritual energy, the original owner is very talented, and Shu Ange is a seasoned veteran.

In less than two hours, Shu Ange successfully introduced the air into her body. When she opened her eyes again, her vision became extraordinarily clear.

Shu Ange is in a good mood. Cultivation can purify the impurities in the human body, and it can also make people smarter.

The original owner's aptitude is so good, if Shu Ange is lucky enough to open his spiritual aperture, he can see through the deeds of demons and ghosts even if he doesn't deliberately use his skills.

The bright moon sank in the west, and the dark night swept over. Shu Ange continued to draw air into his body, and the bruised scars on his face were no longer so hideous.

At about four or five in the morning, the barking of the dog suddenly sounded, and there was a faint sound of human beings in the distance.

Shu Ange stood up, patted the dust on his body, and closed his eyes against the pile of firewood.

The footsteps got closer and closer, and the Chaimen was pushed open with a squeak. It was the same two sturdy old women from yesterday, one holding an oil lamp in one hand, the other holding white linen filial robes and filial cloth, squinting and saying : "Young mistress, Madam asked you to keep the young master's spirit."

What should come will always come. Shu Ange opened his eyes sleepily, pretended to be afraid and said, "I want to go home, you let me go, my family will give you money, give you a lot of money."

The two women looked at each other, took a few steps forward, and put Shu Ange up on the shelf.

She stood limply, looking weak and helpless, her mournful expression dimmed under the flickering light of the oil lamp.

The old woman on the left put down the oil lamp, the two held hands, took off Shu Ange's wedding dress swiftly, and put on filial piety for her.

"Young Mistress, you can accept your fate. The Song family is also a big family in Longhe Village. As long as you don't want to run away, you can honestly guard for the young master. Madam is angry and won't embarrass you in the future."

"Aunt Qin is right. Aunt Wang, I also advise you. If you can't twist your arms around your thighs, you should accept your fate."

Shu Ange lowered his eyes with tears in his eyes, and he didn't speak if he wanted to cry.

The two held her arms and carried her all the way to the mourning hall.

The mourning hall was the place where the happy hall was set up yesterday. There were white banners, white curtains and white paper everywhere.

White candles were lit on the table of heaven and earth, three sticks of incense were lit in the incense burner, chopsticks were inserted into the offerings, and the ebony coffin was placed behind.

There is a black and white portrait of Song Yue on the table, his eyes are straight, he wants to laugh or not, there is horror in the strangeness.

There were two little girls kneeling in front of the spirit, constantly throwing paper money into the pot, and the faint blue light of the fire turned into clouds of blue smoke and floated into the sky.

The old woman surnamed Qin and the old woman surnamed Wang knelt on the ground according to Shu Ange, and asked her to kowtow three times before the spirit, and then asked her to kneel in front of the spirit, guarding the spirit like two little maids.

The little maid was only ten years old. She had thick braids and her hair was dull. She stayed up all night until her eyes were blue. She was sleepy when she was burning paper, and she didn't dare to close her eyes to sleep.

The ground was cold, but fortunately, two or three layers of clothes were separated, and the pain was still tolerable.

But if she had to kneel for three days, it was estimated that Shu Ange's knee would be disabled.

When young people are in good health, the pain will pass, but when they get older, the pain that young people have suffered will become an unbearable sin.

The two women yawned for two days and fell asleep leaning against the pillar after a while.

The little girl was burning the paper mechanically, and she didn't look at her much after that, except for a curious glance at Shu Ange at first.

Shu Ange crossed his legs together and continued to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Apart from her disgust for Song Yue, she had no feelings for Song Yue at all. She would be right to him if she didn't dance in front of his soul. Don't expect her to be sad at all.

The feeling of being controlled by others is too uncomfortable, Shu Ange just wants to get stronger as soon as possible, and after cleaning up this group of people, he leaves Longhe Village.

Unknowingly, the sky brightened, and there were more people in the mourning hall. Seeing that Shu Ange was lazy, the two women knelt down by her.

Shu Ange was pressed with a heart-wrenching fire, because of the situation, he could only bear the humiliation first.

It was dawn, and many people came to offer condolences. Shu Ange had a cold face, and no one came to say hello.

Mrs. Song greeted her relatives, friends and neighbors with swollen eyes, wiped away her tears with a handkerchief, and her vicious eyes drifted to Shu Ange from time to time.

There was a lot of crying in the mourning hall, and Shu Ange kept a calm face, neither crying nor making trouble, and didn't put in the slightest emotion.

The Song family thought that there were too few people in the mourning hall, and there were not many people crying.

The sound of the suona was deafening, and the crying spirits hired for money were very dedicated. The villagers stretched their necks to watch the fun, each and everyone muttering a pity, but there was no sign of expression on their faces.

Everything is like an absurd farce, but a fresh life was buried in the ignorance of the villagers.

Shu Ange gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, hating the Song family more and more and everything in Longhe Village.