Horror: There is joy in the opening of the coffin, and the ball is brought to the end

Chapter 133 Strange things in the strange village ([-])

"Which Grandpa Zhou? He actually allowed the whole village to bury him!" Qiao Sheng said with emotion.

As soon as I heard that the deceased's surname was Zhou, my heart seemed to tighten. I was afraid that it was Uncle Zhou Changde, so I wanted to be sure but didn't dare.

Feeling dizzy, chest tight and short of breath, and suddenly feeling uncomfortable, I urged Qiao Sheng, "Let's go quickly!"

Qiao Sheng was very worried, "Leilei, why do you look so ugly? Are you feeling unwell?"

"I'm fine, let's go, grandma is still waiting for us!" I said it was fine, but actually I was panicking.

When he heard me mention grandma, Qiao Sheng looked embarrassed and hesitated to speak, "Leilei, I... I have something to tell you..."

Qiao Sheng's words were interrupted by the sound of firecrackers at the end of the street, and the shrill cries were getting closer and closer, noisily.

Gradually, a long funeral procession came over in a mighty manner. The leaders of the funeral procession, wearing sackcloth and mourning, cried quite sadly.

Needless to say, the funeral procession that should be "Mr. Zhou" is back.

I suddenly had a strong sense of foreboding and felt extremely uneasy.

Qiao Sheng pulled me to the side of the road. The woman walking at the front of the funeral procession was holding a portrait. When I saw the person in the portrait, I was immediately struck by thunder.

The person on the portrait is really Uncle Zhou Changde. He had only met him a few days ago. How could that be?
Uncle Zhou Changde's portrait was in black and white. His hair and casual suit were as black as ink. Only his face was as white as paper, and his eyes were wide open, as if he was looking at me, with resentment and gloominess.

Suddenly, something incredible happened on the portrait. Uncle Zhou's portrait was bleeding from seven holes, one by one like wool.

Someone in the funeral procession discovered it and was so frightened that most of them were relatives and friends. Based on morality and humanity, they were too embarrassed to escape, so they just spread out and watched from a distance, all of them looking shocked.

The person holding the portrait was Uncle Zhou's only daughter Zhou Xiuna. After seeing her, she knelt down and started crying hysterically, "My dad will never die in peace! Someone must have harmed him! We can't let my dad die in vain. Please ask the people's government Make the decision for us!"

Uncle Zhou's death shocked me so much that I couldn't recover for a long time.

Such a good person!But at the age of 60, why is everything good gone?Recalling all the details of my acquaintance with Uncle Zhou, I was so sad that I burst into tears.

Seeing that I was crying, Qiao Sheng helped me take out tissues from my bag to wipe my tears, and comforted me again and again.

The two of us were standing by the side of the road, mourning for Uncle Zhou together, a man walked out of the funeral procession, pulled Qiao Sheng with one hand and me with the other without saying a word, and walked towards the alley next to him.

As soon as I saw the middle-aged man's face, I immediately recognized him. He was Qiao Sheng's father, "Lian Xingwen."When I was a child, I called him "Lian Dad". He is now the mayor of Wenling Village and the principal of Wenling Primary School.

At the end of the 70s, he was the only intellectual in our village and a celebrity in our village.

Lian's father was pushing me while looking at the crowd behind him in a panic, as if he was avoiding someone.Qiao Sheng let his father pull us with a sullen face. Once we reached the alley, he coldly shook off Lian's father's hand.

In the alley, Lian's father said to me nervously: "Why didn't you call me when you came back? It would be terrible if they see you."

Before I could say anything about being treated as a "savage beast", Mr. Qiaosheng became angry, "Leilei's home is also here. She can go back if she wants. What will it do to you?"

Then he took my hand, "Leilei, let's go, let's go to my grandma's house."

Even my father looks much older, darker and thinner than before. He even has white hair on his temples. It's sad to see him. I really don't understand how Qiao Sheng can remain indifferent. What kind of resentment can make him kill him? The love between father and son that is thicker than water?

When Qiao Sheng said he was going to live at grandma's house, even his father lowered his head in silence.

(End of this chapter)