Six Ways of Fumo

Chapter 382
Several people walked through the lanes in the village and headed straight forward.After walking through several rows of houses, we came to the front of the village.Following the sound, I saw that in front of a door on the east side, the lights were brightly lit and bustling.

Obviously, this family is holding a funeral.

In front of the door, a tent was set up with a plastic rain cloth. Under the tent, a red-lacquered coffin was carried on a bench.The coffin was placed straight, with the small head facing the door and the big head facing out.The lid of the coffin was turned over and the deceased slept in the recess.

The body of the deceased was covered with white cloth, and his face and gender could not be seen clearly.But judging from the elegiac couplet on the wreath, it was an elderly man.

At a glance, there are at least 100 people, most of whom are old people, children and women.They all sat on the bench and made a half circle around the coffin.

Ding Ermiao and the other three looked at each other, separated silently, pretended not to know each other, and walked forward separately.Ding Ermiao went around to the east of the crowd, Wu Zhanzhan stood guard on the west of the crowd, and Li Qingdong was directly south of the crowd, facing the coffin head, looking at the overall situation.

Because there were so many people at the funeral, many of the host’s relatives from out of town were not known to the villagers.Therefore, when three strangers, Ding Ermiao, Li Qingdong and Wu Zhanzhan, came to the scene, no one noticed them.The people watching the excitement thought that they were also distant relatives of the host family and did not ask.

Three filial sons, dressed in plain white mourning clothes with hemp ropes tied around their waists, knelt on the east side of the coffin; there were also several women, also dressed in plain clothes and wearing white flowers on their heads, holding the coffin and crying.

Judging from the situation, the mourning has not yet begun.

Ding Ermiao held the handle of the umbrella and felt the changes of the compass.The compass is very stable, not even a slight vibration.

Could it be that old guy Li Qingdong really made a miscalculation?Ding Ermiao felt a little impatient and looked at Li Qingdong, only to find that he was stroking his long beard with a determined look on his face.

When Ding Ermiao was confused, he suddenly saw a slender woman in her 30s coming from the west side of the village.

As she walked, she covered her head with the three-foot white cloth in her hand. When she was about to reach the door of her master's house, she suddenly cried and shouted: "Dear relatives——!"

This voice came from the sky in a trance. It was more and more passionate, but also gentle and cool, so that people could hear it clearly.There is shouting in the pain, and crying in the shouting. The pain of bereavement is vividly performed in this voice.

Just this voice, just these three words, have already made many old people and women present red-eyed.

Ding Ermiao felt something in her heart, knowing that the real master was on the scene. At the same time, the umbrella handle in her hand trembled slightly.Look at that woman again, her steps are erratic, like a fairy walking on clouds, her figure is so delicate, she comes with a graceful look...

No wonder he cried so well, it turned out that he was indeed possessed by a ghost!
Ding Ermiao glanced at Li Qingdong in surprise, "I, Yang Yang, have been wronged by this old guy again."

On the other side of the crowd, Wu Zhanzhan also noticed something was wrong, and he and Ding Ermiao looked at Li Qingdong at the same time.Li Qingdong trimmed his beard, shook his head slightly, and signaled Ding Ermiao and Wu Zhanzhan not to rush into action yet.

The mourning woman put a white cloth on her head and shouted loudly. People had already reached the coffin, and her tears were already falling. Her sad look made the women of the host family burst into tears.

The relatives and friends of the host's family quickly helped the deceased's daughter-in-law and daughter aside, and helped the mourning girl to sit on the bench beside the coffin.Now that the main character is on the stage, the other people who cry for filial piety should leave the stage.

"Dear ones...!"

The mourning girl lowered her head and lowered her eyes, gently pounded the coffin, and began to cry and sing word by word.

In the Tsing Yi singing, the mourning girl recounted the life of the deceased one by one, word by word, and the life of the deceased, his voice and smile, seemed to gradually emerge as she cried and sang. In front of everyone.

Almost everyone in the audience shed tears.Especially the aunts, their handkerchiefs were wet with tears, and they raised their sleeves to wipe their eyes.

At first, the mourning girl's tone was clear and crisp, but later it gradually became hoarse, making her look even more truly distressed.It was as if the deceased lying on the coffin lid was really a close relative of her mourning daughter.

The drumming troupe on one side occasionally played cymbals and melodious and miserable suonas, accompanied by the rhythm of the mourning girl, adding to the infinite sadness.

The night was getting darker, and the chickens and dogs were silent, and the huge open space in front of the door became a stage for the mourning girl alone.

Ding Ermiao and the other three stood and listened for a long time.
It’s just not easy to do it.Because there are too many people at the scene, if there is a misunderstanding and the host family thinks they are just messing around, that would not be a good idea.Causing someone else's funeral is equivalent to digging someone's ancestral grave.

The ghost attached to the mourning girl probably didn't realize the identity of Ding Ermiao and others. The more she cried, the more energetic she sang.Ding Ermiao's legs felt sore as she stood, and she felt impatient.

Ding Ermiao peeked at Wu Zhanzhan, but found that her eyes were slightly red. She must have been infected by the performance of the mourning girl and the atmosphere of the scene.

Women are women, too easy to be soft-hearted and emotional!Ding Ermiao smiled inwardly.

After another long time, the mourning girl finally stopped crying and took a short rest.Someone from the host's house immediately brought hot tea to him, saying thank you and thanking him for his hard work.

Relatives and children of the deceased, near and far, all donated money one after another. They took out banknotes of different denominations from their pockets and put them on a sieve in front of the mourning girl.

The money is a bonus, because the mourning girl cries and sings well, so the relatives and friends of the deceased give it to the mourning girl.

Ding Ermiao couldn't wait any longer and looked at Li Qingdong.Li Qingdong nodded slightly, indicating to take action.Wu Zhanzhan also saw the expressions on Ding Ermiao and Li Qingdong, raised his hands to his ears and pretended to tuck his hair, making an OK gesture.

Following Ding Ermiao's pouting, Wu Zhanzhan walked forward slowly, and threw 100 yuan on the sieve in front of the mourning girl, smiled slightly, and said, "You sing really well."

"Thank you..." The mourning girl nodded instinctively to thank her, but after finishing her sentence, her expression suddenly changed, and her face turned pale because of fear.

Because the possessed ghost in her body has sensed the dangerous aura!

"You're welcome, you continue." Wu Zhanzhan smiled slightly and put his hand on the shoulder of the mourning girl. The white bracelet on her wrist also glowed faintly at this time.

A very casual movement, as if he was comforting a mourning girl, but it was actually Wu Zhanzhan's sneak attack.

Wu Zhanzhan planned to take away the possessed ghost at the moment of contact without anyone noticing.

"No!" The mourning girl was shocked. She threw down the teacup in her hand, shouted, and threw herself onto the coffin, avoiding Wu Zhanzhan's hand!

The sneak attack failed.

When Wu Zhanzhan saw such a big reaction from the mourning girl, he couldn't help but be stunned, unable to move forward or retreat.If the rope of impermanence is shaken off and the ghost of the mourning girl is forced out, it will inevitably arouse public outrage and cause a great uproar.

"What's going on?" The host's family and the spectators all stood up together, looking at the weeping girl and Wu Zhanzhan suspiciously.

(End of this chapter)