The delicate boy I picked up after traveling through the book is a big devil

Liu Ping, as his name suggests, has mediocre talents in all aspects, is not good-looking, and his development is mainly based on farming.

However, he is a kind-hearted person. He will never refuse to help anyone in the village, no matter how big or small the matter is.

Grandma San is an elderly woman living alone in the village. She has been a widow for many years. It is said that she has a son who went out to work many years ago and never came back since then. Everyone knows the truth and is afraid that he is in great danger.

Liu Ping would visit him often and give him gifts during the Chinese New Year and other festivals.

Grandma San is sixty-two years old this year, which is considered to be relatively old in this era.

His eyesight is blurry due to his old age, he worked hard for half his life when he was young, and his back is hunched and his waist is crooked.

I don’t go out often and I just eat whatever I can get.

Many people speculated that the old woman might not survive last winter, but unexpectedly she managed to make it through.

But I didn't expect that an accident would happen when spring came.

Song Yu took the medicine box and followed Liu Ping towards Sanpo's house.

When she arrived, the village chief was standing at the gate of the courtyard. He looked around repeatedly until he saw Song Yu.

"Where is Third Auntie?" Song Yu asked as he walked inside.

As soon as I stepped into the yard, I was shocked by the scene in front of me.

Under the eaves, there was an old woman with gray hair lying on the ground with her back facing up.

There was a large pool of blood under him.

Song Yu had a bad feeling in his heart.

Liu Ping said that the third wife fell and hit her head, but he didn't know how serious the injury was.

She just hoped that it wasn't the back of her head that had fallen.

Song Yu was stunned for only a moment, and then she quickly ran to the Third Mother-in-law to check on her condition.

The village chief followed her and said, "I remember you said before that you shouldn't touch someone who has fallen. I didn't dare to move, so I quickly asked Liu Ping to call you."

Song Yu didn't say anything. After a while, she stood up and shook her head at the village chief, with reluctance in her eyes.

The village chief looked at Song Yu and shook his head, his lips trembling slightly, and his cloudy eyes instantly turned slightly red.

He turned his head away and muttered to himself, "Sooner or later, this day will come. Sooner or later, this day will come."

"Village chief." Song Yu was a little worried.

The village chief calmed down. After all, he had experienced half of his life. Facing the separation of life and death, his emotions would still fluctuate, but he would not dwell on it for too long.

"Doctor Song, thank you for your help." He first expressed his gratitude to Song Yu for making this trip, and then said to Liu Ping, "Daping, go notify the people in the village and ask them to come."

"Oh." After listening to this, Liu Ping turned around and walked out of the yard.

The passing of Grandma San added another layer of sadness to the already deserted Biluo Village.

Since the third grandmother had no relatives, her funeral was fully handled by the village, with the village chief as the leader.

The funeral of the third wife was simple, but not casual. The village chief paid for it out of his own pocket and invited a Taoist priest to perform three days of rituals.

During those three days, Song Yu could hear the sound of gongs and gongs from the Third Mother's side during the ritual in his own yard.

At night, Song Yu sat in the yard, looking up at the bright moon in the sky.

The night wind blows, and it feels a little chilly.

Su He brought her some thick clothes.

Song Yu was stunned for a moment, then took it and said, "Thank you."

Su He squatted beside her and looked up at the place she was looking at. It was pitch black and there was nothing there.

"What are you thinking about?" Su He couldn't help but ask.

Song Yu said, "I'm listening."

"What to listen to?" Su He asked?

Song Yu said: "The sound of the gong and the sound of chanting scriptures."

"Are you scared?" Su He asked hesitantly.

He was afraid that Song Yu was not afraid at first, but after being reminded by him, he became afraid instead. He was even more afraid that Song Yu would be afraid, but he kept holding on.

Song Yu shook his head: "I'm not afraid." There was nothing to be afraid of.

"Do you know what the final existence of a person is in this world?" Song Yu asked after a while.

Su He responded from the side: "What is it?"

Song Yu said, "It's the smell." Then he shrugged slightly and said, "Do you smell it?"

Su He said honestly, "I only smell cigarette smoke and burning paper."

Song Yu was silent for a moment, then said, "Well, the smell of paper money is also the last smell that Sanpo wants to emit in this world."

Three days later, at 3:35 AM, the village chief had someone calculate the time for sending the third grandmother to the mountain and burying her.

As the sound of suona sounded, villagers holding torches walked in front of the coffin.

The coffin was carried by middle-aged people from the village. They were used to walking on the mountain road, and at this moment, everyone walked steadily and steadily.

Make sure every step is taken steadily.

The village chief walked in front, acting as the son of the third grandmother, breaking a basin for her and wearing mourning clothes.

Following the Taoist priest's voice: "Sister Zhao San, there will be no suffering on this journey. Go to paradise and raise your spirit!"

The coffin was lifted up and the crowd walked up the mountain in a mighty procession.

Song Yu was also in the funeral procession, but at the end.

In modern times, cremation has long been the norm, and Song Yu has also attended several funerals.

All of them were solemn and dignified, but this funeral was lively amidst the sadness.

The beating of drums and gongs, the chanting, the noise, perhaps they wanted to let the deceased enjoy her last moments of excitement on earth in these three days.

As the funeral of Grandma San passed, the village returned to its former tranquility.

The lives of the villagers were not affected by this incident, and they had to go on with their lives.

On the surface, Song Yu's life seemed to have not changed at all, and she still followed the original routine of the village.

I work from sunrise to sunset. In a world without electricity and internet, it’s a bit boring, but my mind feels clearer.

In the middle of the night, as the entire village fell into a deep sleep, three dark figures stood silently at the entrance of the village.

"Are you sure the person is here?" A deliberately suppressed voice came from the three dark shadows.

"This is the information we found out." Another voice sounded.

"Search separately. If anyone is alarmed, take immediate action."

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

"Who do you want to attack?" A voice suddenly came from behind.

The three black shadows were stunned at first, and then their hair stood on end. There were only a handful of people in this world who could appear behind the three of them silently.

The three men turned around and shot out hidden weapons.

Su He raised one hand, holding only a washing stick, and blocked the flying hidden weapons one by one.

The person was fine, but the washing stick was broken, which shows that the person who launched the hidden weapon had intended to kill him.

Su He threw the laundry stick away and looked at the broken pieces on the ground.

He had polished this stick himself, and it was very convenient for washing clothes. Now it was destroyed by someone, and he felt instantly furious.

After the three black shadows threw out the hidden weapons, they retreated at a high speed, putting some distance between themselves and Su He.

But when they saw Su He's face clearly in the moonlight, they immediately knelt on one knee, clasped their hands together, lowered their heads, and said respectfully: "Subordinates pay their respects to the leader."

The wooden thorn in Su He's hand had already flown out, even though he heard their voices and their calls to him.

But he still didn't stop, just the direction was a little off.

The wooden spikes that were originally aimed at the hearts pierced through the left arms of the three black figures. The three of them trembled, but they didn't make a sound.