Seeing the corpse open its eyes, many people screamed in fright.

Zhang Ande also gasped and instinctively took a step back.

Sang Lan didn't seem too scared, and whispered next to me: "You are studying forensic medicine, in your professional terms, it is called nerve reflex, right?" ”

I glanced at her, "It's also called death." ”

Sang Lan glanced at me and didn't dare to speak anymore.

As an inquirer in the village, Zhang Ande has not seen such a thing as a dead man opening his eyes.

At this moment, he was frowning and looking very embarrassed.

After a while, he walked slowly to the corpse, muttering things like "If you die, go all the way", he tried to close the corpse's eyes.

But the moment his hand wiped it off, the dead corpse's eyes opened again!

Almost all those who saw this scene screamed and retreated.

This time, the corpse not only opened its eyes, but also squinted its eyes and glared at Zhang Ande fiercely!

Village Chief Yang and several old people in the village have seen a lot, and when they saw that the situation was not right, they came over and asked Zhang Ande what was going on.

Zhang Ande frowned, and it took a long time to point to the case of the posthumous statue:

"He didn't have anyone to send it, so he didn't want to leave."

"This old Ding is really, he has no children and no daughters, and he still wants someone to throw a pot for him?" An old man snorted angrily.

Zhang Ande shook his head slightly: "I'm afraid it's more than that." ”

He groaned for a moment, then raised his head and asked, "Do any of you know what Ding Ye's full name is?" ”

Village Chief Yang said, "Ding Fu." ”

Zhang Ande waved his hand, pointed to the spirit card and said, "That shouldn't be his full name." ”

At this time, the others noticed that there was an empty piece under the word 'Fu' on the spirit card, as if a word had been omitted.

Zhang Ande said to Village Chief Yang and others: "Ding Ye has some doorways, and if he makes such an arrangement, there must be someone in our village who knows his name." ”

Thinking of the strange dream under the old locust tree, the black-faced man who had never seen his appearance clearly from beginning to end seemed to shout when he came in......

"Ding Fushun." I blurted out subconsciously.

"Ding Fushun?"

Zhang Ande was slightly stunned, and strode over, "Little brother, do you know Ding Ye's name?" Do you know him? ”

I shook my head: "I don't know, but ...... He should be called Ding Fushun. ”

Zhang Ande glanced at me strangely, but he didn't say more, walked to the side of the case, hesitated slightly, and added the word 'Shun' under the word 'Fu' on the spirit card.

As soon as the last stroke fell, someone exclaimed: "Ding Ye's eyes are closed!" ”

Zhang Ande was obviously relieved, but I was stuck in my chest in one breath, and it was uncomfortable.

Ding Ye is really called Ding Fushun, so that dream is not a coincidence.

He said I had brought a pair of shadows, and he said I was dying, is it all true?

Zhang Ande began to beckon people to offer incense, but at this time, strange things happened again.

Incense, I can't light it!

"Why can't the incense be lit again? This old gentleman can't be wronged, right? Sang Lan asked in a low voice.

At this point, my brain was already a little numb, and I pointed my nose and said to her, "I was wronged." ”

"What's wrong with you?" Sang Lan asked.

"How do you know the old man's name?" Ji Yayun also asked.

In front of these two women, I wanted to say and stopped. couldn't help but think of what Ding Ye said in his dream again:

'One is the red-robed son of joy, and the other is the murderer who was burned to death by the fire, and you are entangled by them, and you can't protect yourself! ’

There is no doubt that Ji Yayun was entangled by the ghost in red.

As for Sang Lan......

Seeing that Zhang Ande, Village Chief Yang and others were still discussing, I sighed, walked over and pointed to the clay pot on the table: "Burn the paper first, and then put on the incense." ”

Zhang Ande was slightly stunned, pulled me aside, and whispered: "Little brother, tell me, do you know Lao Ding?" What the hell is going on? ”

"Dream."

I'm kind of a coward, and I know that some things have to be said.

Zhang Ande's eyelids jumped: "Who did Ding Ye let him throw for him?" ”

I looked at the clay pot on the table and struggled again.

This humble earthen pot has a doorway.

According to custom, this is called a yin-yang basin, also called a mourning basin, and this basin is the pot of the deceased.

Generally, the person who throws the pot for the deceased must be the eldest son and grandson, and the person closest to the deceased.

If there are no children and grandchildren, and someone else breaks the pot, then this person has nothing to do with the deceased, but it becomes related.

Ding Fushun and I are not related, what are you doing with a dead ghost?

Zhang Ande is an old man, and after a little hesitation, he pulled me to the corpse.

"Little brother, look at Ding Ye's feet."

I turned my eyes and couldn't help but gasp.

The corpse wore a pair of cloth shoes with mille-feuille soles on its feet, and the uppers of the cloth shoes were all bulging at this point.

I was no longer in a state of obscurity, and I knew that it was the deceased's toenails that had grown so long that the upper of his shoes had been propped up.

This is to deceive the corpse!

Zhang Ande observed his words and said in a low voice: "Little brother, it can be seen that you are not an ordinary person. I won't say much nonsense, I have been friends with Ding Ye for nearly 20 years, this old man is not simple. He gave you a dream, and there must be a reason. Even if you don't ask why, you should be able to see that if you don't fulfill his wish today, he will not only turn into a zombie and hurt people, but also become a ghost! ”

"You mean, let me throw a pot for him?"

Zhang Ande nodded, "The deceased is greater." ”

"But I have nothing to do with him, I don't know him at all." I don't want to a dead ghost who can't be beaten.

Zhang Ande glanced at Sang Lan and Ji Yayun, and said in a low voice: "Although I am only asking about things, I can also see that you and your two friends are not very lucky. I can't help you, but if Ding Ye is still here, he will definitely be able to help you. ”

My heart moved: "He is through yin and yang? ”

Zhang Ande nodded slightly: "When Ding Ye was alive, he often talked to me, he wanted to find an apprentice, and he entrusted his dream to you, most of it was for this matter." Of course, this is just my wishful thinking, how the truth is, willing or not, in you. ”

Thinking of the experience of the past few days, looking back at the old man lying alone on the door panel, I didn't hesitate any longer, gritted my teeth, walked straight over, took down the clay basin on the case, picked up a handful of yellow paper and lit it and threw it in......

The next ceremonies were all smooth under the auspices of Zhang Ande.

When everyone had finished worshipping, I picked up the earthen pot, held it high, and smashed it into the courtyard.

"What's that?" Someone among the villagers whispered.

It turned out that after the earthen basin was shattered, a flat oil-paper bag was revealed.

Zhang Ande went over and picked up the oil paper bag and handed it to me: "This should be what your master wants to leave you." ”

"Master......"

After Zhang Ande asked the body to be carried away, I remembered the purpose of this place again.

Thinking of that strange dream, I stepped forward and grabbed him: "Is there a peach orchard behind here?" I want to find something. ”

Zhang Ande's eyes flickered slightly, and he nodded, "Go ahead." ”

After searching the entire peach orchard, I finally found a shriveled peach with only the skin wrapped around the peach pit at the top of the tallest peach tree.

I hurriedly set up a ladder to pick the peach and hold it in my hand, and my heart was immediately settled.

As early as when the strange dream was confirmed, I thought of one thing.

In addition to asking me to break the pot for him, Ding Ye also asked me to go to his peach orchard to pick a peach.

This season, the peaches are early to fall, and if there are still peaches, it must be unusual.

I didn't expect that in this acre of peach orchard, there is not only a peach that has not fallen, but also a peach that does not fall in winter.

The peach does not fall in the tree, kill a hundred ghosts!

I took some peach branches in Ding Ye's one-acre peach orchard, didn't contact Zhang Xi again, and drove back overnight.

On the way, Sang Lan asked me, "Have you known that old man for a long time?" ”

"I don't know."

"I don't know you threw a pot for him?" Sang Lan was obviously not ignorant of funeral customs.

I glanced at her, "What do you mean?" ”

Why is this girl a little nervous?

Sang Lan tilted her head slightly, "It's not interesting, I just think you're a little too nervous, why did you come all the way here, go to the countryside to send a funeral to an old man you don't know, and come back with a few pieces of wood?" ”

"What do you think I'm for?" I feel angry.

I can hear it, is this a blame for wasting the time of the two of them?

But soon I suppressed my anger, anyway, this trip was not in vain, I worshiped all eight times, not bad for the last trembling, and I couldn't talk to a woman whose aunt was out of tune.

A pleasant phone ringtones.

Sang Lan picked up the phone and immediately said loudly angrily: "Don't come to me again, why are you still calling?" ”

I frowned and turned down the radio and lowered the window down a slit.

Suddenly, Sang Lan leaned over suddenly, pushed my arm, and said urgently: "There are people in the river over there!" ”