The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 17 This day is completely dead, the chat is dead
As everyone knows, paper offerings are made of nothing more than some bamboo strips and paper. Funeral shops with good craftsmanship can make the paper offerings lifelike, just like the pile of offerings waiting to be burned in front of you, all of which are exquisite and beautiful.

Therefore, ordinary paper-made products would not contain anything else except bamboo strips and paper. But who could tell them why there was a black and ominous thing on the feet of the girl who was smashed by Lang Jiuchuan in a madness?
That is, finger bones?
The north wind was howling outside, and suddenly there was a loud bang, and the wind blew the white flag standing outside to the ground. The little girl was so scared that she screamed and hid behind the adults, trembling.

The women were equally afraid.

Especially since the old man's coffin was still in the mourning hall and had not been placed in the coffin yet. When you got closer, you could still see the pale and colorless face under the mourning cloth blown by the wind, looking shriveled and eerie.

Although that was their old grandfather and he would never jump out to harm them, who wouldn't be scared in this situation and atmosphere?
Lang Jiuchuan threw the blood-soaked finger bone to Lang Zhengping, who subconsciously scooped it up and caught it.

He shuddered as he felt the object was cold. Realizing what it was, he instinctively wanted to throw it away, but he held back and said, "What is this thing? How did it appear here..."

When preparing paper items to burn for ancestors, it is not a good thing if something like this appears to have an unknown origin and looks particularly evil. Everyone knows that this is not a good thing.

"The child's finger bones have been engraved with talismans and soaked in human blood. They are evil things." Lang Jiuchuan sat back in front of the treasure basin and said, "Now that everything is fine, you can all go back and rest. I will guard this spirit."

Since she is the only one here, the merit does not need to be shared by the Lang family. Hehe, she is such a clever little girl!

When everyone saw her actually throwing paper money into the incineration basin, with an expression as if she was keeping vigil over the dead, the corners of their mouths twitched involuntarily.

Is it the wake now? What about the finger bones? You only mentioned a little bit without explaining it in detail. Even storytellers are not as good as you at setting the hook. Do you want to be struck by lightning?

Even Lang Zhengping, the new head of the family, couldn't hold it in any longer and wanted to throw the finger bone back to her and yell, "If you understand, just say more instead of being so nonsensical."

"Jiu Niang, how do you know that this thing is hidden inside the paper-made item?" Lang Zhengping asked with narrowed eyes.

Lang Jiuchuan didn't even raise his head: "I said it was a ghost who told me, do you believe it?"

"..."

What answer is this?
"This matter is of great importance. Can't you just speak politely?" Cui said, holding back her anger.

Lang Jiuchuan paused, raised his head, and said, "If it is something very serious, why don't you check it out? What's the point of asking me? Why can't you, a mansion as big as this, afford to support a young lady like me? Why don't you check how this thing was put into the paper products of our ancestors? Is there no one there?"

Everyone was angry.

Listen to what you are saying. It's so infuriating. What do you mean you can't afford to support her?

Even though the Marquis' Mansion no longer has the wealth and glory of its ancestors and has been declining over the years, even a rotten boat still has three pounds of nails.

But no one objected at this time, especially when seeing Cui's cold face, no one dared to utter a word.

He is secretly venting his dissatisfaction to me.

Lang Zhengping was very troubled. This niece was not only rebellious, but also full of thorns, and would poke people if she disagreed with him.

He looked at Cui, then at his wife, and finally at his eldest daughter-in-law, Wu, and gave them a wink.

It's you who can have a word with her!

Wu was trembling in her heart. She received the look from her father-in-law and walked over. She also picked up a piece of paper money and threw it into the brazier. She asked in a trembling voice, "Ninth sister, what will happen if this evil thing stays on that paper-made girl?"

Everyone pricked up their ears.

Lang Jiuchuan said, "What will happen? Haven't the three of them already experienced it? What are evil things? Evil things attract evil spirits. What will be the consequences of being touched by these things? I don't need a country girl like me to tell you. You all know it, right?"

Which wealthy family doesn't pray to gods and Buddhas? Even the most naive people who don't believe in ghosts and gods will worship gods, and this is especially true for women in the inner chambers. You've heard about what some people look like after they've been touched by dirty things.

Even if you haven't seen it, the fact that Lang Caize looked possessed just now, doesn't it fully illustrate what it feels like to be possessed by evil spirits?

Lang Caize noticed everyone's gaze: "..." He didn't want to be a tragic example.

Wu swallowed and asked again: "Then how did you find out..."

"Maybe I'm possessed by a ghost!" Lang Jiuchuan sighed and said, "How could a little village girl like me have any ability? You don't think I'm an omnipotent master who knows everything about astronomy and geography, do you?"

Okay, this day is completely dead, there is no point in talking.

Everyone was as angry as a puffer fish.

I've never met anyone who wants to beat her to death just by listening to her speak.

Lang Zhengping saw her nonchalant look and knew that he couldn't ask her much useful information. Come to think of it, she was just a young lady who had not yet reached marriage age. How could she have the ability to tell that there was something wrong with the paper-made girl? Perhaps she had seen too many of these things on the farm and discovered some clues.

He caught a glimpse of his father's coffin out of the corner of his eye, and guilt suddenly surged up in him. No matter what, something went wrong with the things that were to be burned for his father's use in the underworld. It was his fault as the eldest son for being unfilial and for failing to supervise.

"Ninth sister, what does it mean to light the paper man?" Lang Caicheng asked in a trembling voice at this time.

Lang Jiuchuan looked at the paper-made girl and said, "What it means literally is to give life to a dead object. How can you just randomly draw the eyes of a paper figure? Isn't this to make it alive?"

Everyone looked at the row of paper figures again. The eyes were drawn very realistically, as if they were staring at them through the paper.

"No, you respectable people who grew up in the city, don't you know that paper figurines don't have eyes or pupils?" Lang Jiuchuan pretended to be surprised and said, "In Zhuangzi, even children of a few years old know this."

Everyone: "..."

Knowing or not knowing is one thing, but the sarcastic tone is really asking for a beating.

"Okay, everyone disperse. Third brother, you take the others to keep vigil here..." Lang Zhengping felt a headache when he saw everyone's angry faces. If they continued to disturb their father's peace, it would be really unfilial of them.

Lang Jiuchuan was anxious and said, "No, I am here. The Yin Qi here has not yet dissipated. If you stay here, the Yin Qi will enter your body and you will either be unlucky or sick!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the person was so angry that his eyes rolled.

Lang Cailing relied on the fact that they were in a large group and pointed at her and cursed: "How can you be so vicious? You treat outsiders like this, and your family members like this too, and you even curse them with evil words."

Lang Jiuchuan sneered: "You think my kindness is a wolf's lung. Okay, okay, stay if you want. Don't blame me for not reminding you."

She pulled the brazier closer to her crossed legs and said nothing more.

This attitude makes people feel uneasy.

Lang Zhengping still asked the third brother to take the two men to stay, as there couldn't be no men at all in the mourning hall. As for Lang Jiuchuan's words, he just ignored them.

When everyone walked out of the mourning hall, they were shivered by the wind.

"That's not right. How could she know these evil ways?"

"Who knows? Maybe he has eaten too many banquets at the manor and is used to it. He is so brave. Maybe he has even burned paper money for others."

When Cui heard the discussion, she glanced over coldly. The two juniors shrank their necks and dared not say anything.

Lang Zhengping called his trusted steward to investigate the matter of the paper-made items. When he saw the white banners in the yard, he remembered what Lang Jiuchuan had said in the mourning hall. He suddenly remembered what she had said to Mr. Zhao, and his heart suddenly turned cold.

　On the first day of the new year, I went to Zhaji Temple in Tibet to worship the gods early in the morning. I asked for two offerings, one of which represents all my fans, wishing you all the best, success, and prosperity~
　　See the message for blessing~
　　(End of this chapter)