Patriarch enjoys meal

During the day today, Zhou already guessed from Guo Wen's gloomy face that it would not be peaceful at night. Although it happened at the door of his house, he had no intention of intervening.

The old man came back to teach his son that it is better for them to resolve this kind of family conflict internally.

Although Zhou Jiran didn't intend to intervene, the outsiders came to the door by themselves.

The darkness didn't last long. After a brief panic, everyone took out their mobile phones one after another, thanking the technology and the flashlight that came with the mobile phone.

Haohao's mother was horrified to find that she could no longer hold her son. How strong is a three-year-old child?

"Old Guo! Old Guo! I can't hold back anymore! You...you beg my mother! Haohao can't go with her!"

Where can the dead take the living?

Guo Wen was also pulling Haohao, and he could really feel the strong pull, and he was very anxious and at a loss, so he could only kneel on the ground begging and kowtow.

But even after all the good words, the strength from Haohao's side did not relax.

This scene was so weird that the other people in the coffin shed were so frightened that they could not speak, and no one dared to step forward to help.

This tug-of-war soon came to an end.

Haohao wiped his tears and walked out of the coffin shed. He felt that today's parents were so strange that they didn't go home after dark. He didn't want to care about them anymore. He wanted to go home with his grandma to sleep.

Guo Wen and his wife staggered and chased after them. As soon as they left the gate of the coffin shed, they were greeted with heat, which was clearly different from the temperature inside the coffin shed.

Guo Wen had a trance feeling of returning to the real world.

He saw the antique screen wall outside Tao's house, and suddenly thought of the rumors in the community in the past.

It is said that Tao Jiang's grandfather was a Taoist priest.

Although he didn't know whether it was true or not, Guo Wen gritted his teeth and turned and ran towards Tao's house seeing his son who had walked a few steps away.

The door was slammed, and Zhou Ji didn't want to be an old uncle who mediates family conflicts.

As soon as the door opened, Guo Wen rushed forward and said hurriedly, "Is Master Tao there?! Help?!"

How can your own family matter be so serious?Zhou already began to wonder if he had made a mistake in his judgment.

Tao Jiang said: "Grandpa has gone out during this time, he is not here

Home. "

When Guo Wen heard his words, his brow was sweating, and he didn't know what to do.

Over there, Haohao's mother has already started the tug-of-war again. Hearing the cries of his wife and children, Guo Wen is also in a state of confusion.

"Huh?" Zhou Jiran looked at the scene where the traffickers were robbing the children, and was puzzled, "Now there are kidnappers in the underworld?"

Guo Wen grabbed the hem of Zhou Weiran's clothes with burning eyes, and said excitedly: "Can you see it? Are you also a Taoist priest? I beg you to save my son!"

"I'm not a Taoist priest." Zhou already pulled out his clothes vigorously, "I just know a little bit about it."

Guo Wen also went to the doctor in a hurry. Seeing that his wife was about to lose control of his son, he said urgently, "Master, please help!"

Zhou already compared the photos of the old man hanging in the coffin, and the one who came back was indeed Guo's grandma, not some lonely ghost.

Looking at the ever-burning lamp in front of the ice coffin, Zhou Jiran said, "The ever-burning lamp is off."

After hearing his words, everyone realized that the two arm-thick candles placed at the end of the coffin had been extinguished.

The complexions of the older people present changed suddenly, while the young people of the younger generation didn't know the meaning of the ever-burning lamp at all.

According to folklore, lighting the ever-burning lamp at the end of the coffin can illuminate the road leading to the underworld, leading the way for the dead so that they will not get lost.

In the past, the ever-burning lamps at the wake point were oil lamps, which required constant attention and could not be left to go out. When the ever-burning lights were turned off, it meant that the souls of the dead were restless, and children did not pay enough attention to them.

Nowadays, most people buy this kind of extra-large candles, which can burn for a long time, and there is no need to keep refueling, which reduces the burden of vigil.

It is rare to see two candles like Guo's family go out at the same time.

Looking at the remaining length of the candle, the extinguishing time is not short.

It was only when Guo Wen realized that the ever-burning lamp had gone out, and looked at the mahjong table in the coffin shed, he felt extremely regretful.

"What now?"

"Light it up again." Zhou Jiran stopped Guo Wen when he was about to go up to light the lamp with a lighter, "Go find someone else."

Guo Wen thought of the series of stupid things he had done, and the attitude of his mother who had come back now, and stiffly backed away.

In the end, it was the eldest brother of the Guo family who went to light the ever-burning lamp.

Strange to say, when the light was turned on, the coldness in the coffin was gradually dissipated by this little fire, and even Haohao's mother felt the strength on Haohao's body loosen a lot.

Others couldn't see it, but Zhou Jiran could clearly see the old man next to the child, hunched over in a blue shroud, holding his grandson by the hand, with a dazed expression on his face.

This is because I don't know that I am dead.

Haohao was tormented by his mother and grandma several times, and now he is wiping away tears.

Zhou Jiran brought a smile on his face, and asked him softly: "Little friend, why don't you sleep at home so late?"

Child Haohao was so wronged that he replied softly: "Mom and Dad are playing cards, and grandma can't find them. I'll bring grandma to look for them!"

Zhou Jiran touched his head, Haohao only felt the top of his head warm, and rubbed it happily.

"Today is the old man's first seven?" Seeing them nodding, Zhou Jiran said, "Then you are quite big-hearted."

There is no meal prepared for sacrifices on this day.

The first seven undead returned home. In order not to let the undead worry about it and affect him to reincarnate and try to be a human again, relatives should avoid it.The Guo family did a good job at this, and the whole family came out to play mahjong, but it was a pity that they were found by the old man.

Guo Wen whispered: "Hey, we don't think these things are feudal superstitions! They are dross! Who knows..."

"You think it's superstitious, so why are you still doing funerals here, and who are you showing it to?" Zhou already showed no mercy.

Guo Wen felt that he was wronged, no matter how big or small this kind of thing is, how could he really not do it.

"Then what should I do now? Is there any way to... send my mother away..."

How to say this is awkward, it seems that they are cold-blooded and ruthless, but the old man has indeed died.

Isn't that what? ——Man and ghost have different paths.

Zhou Jiran glanced at him, implying: "Whether she wants to leave or not depends on you."

"What does this mean?"

"See if you can persuade her to leave. It's not that I can't do it, but if I do, can your mother's soul and body be preserved..."

Guo Wen was so frightened that he waved his hands again and again: "Don't, don't, don't!" If his old mother is knocked out of his wits, his son will be guilty of a serious crime. "Then... should I persuade you first?"

His mother loved him the most when she was alive, but her temper seemed to have changed after she died, and it didn't work when she knelt down and begged her just now, Guo Wen hesitated and said, "It's just that my mother...we can't help communicate."

When he came into contact with relatives in the mortal world while in a state of confusion, his originally weak soul body was hit by anger, and the old man was already in a state of disorientation.

"...wisdom is clear, the mind is peaceful, the three souls are eternal, and the soul is not lost!"

After Zhou had finished reciting the spell, Mrs. Guo's confused expression gradually faded away. She looked around and saw the posthumous photos hanging in the coffin shed, and then remembered that she was already dead.

She let go of her grandson's little hand with a sad expression on her face.

Haohao's mother hurriedly hugged her son into her arms, carefully wiped away the tears on her little face, and touched her son's somewhat cold body, feeling a twinge of fear in her heart.

"Okay, you can talk to your mother now."

When the old man regained his sanity, everything was easy to talk about. Although this incompetent son almost pissed her off for the second time, what can she do as a mother?It's not like you can only forgive him like an old mother.

Guo Wen swallowed, and he couldn't see where his old lady's ghost was, so he could only murmur to the air in front of him by feeling: "Mom, I was wrong... I will give you a good funeral at the funeral home tomorrow." ...From now on, I will light candles and burn incense for you every now and then during the holidays..."

In short, there are all kinds of confessions and promises.

It was the first time to see the younger brother so weak in front of his mother. Seeing this scene, the other children of the Guo family had mixed feelings. They didn't know whether to sympathize with him or take pleasure in his misfortune.

Guo Wen finally coaxed it.

The old lady Guo took one last look at her younger generation, and turned to face the depths of the night. Her thin soul body was still hunched over, her steps were slow, and she walked slowly, but this time she was not tied to her little grandson.

Haohao seemed to feel something, and in his mother's arms, he looked at the photo of his grandma hanging in the coffin, and burst into tears in a ignorant way.

......

Back at the moment when Tao's house was closed and the door was closed, Zhou Jiran sighed softly when he heard the cry of the child.

Tao Jiang: "Why is she so angry only at Guo Wen? Should she be... um... looser with her other children?"

"Let's prefer it." Zhou Jiran said: "When she prefers the younger son, she also has higher expectations for the younger son. Naturally, she will be angry if she doesn't get the same reward for her efforts."

Zhou Weiran: "This is pretty good, at least I don't ask for more from other children."

Tao Jiang understood: "People's hearts are all biased?"

"People's hearts are naturally biased."

"It's very pitiful." Tao Jiang lowered his eyes, the night blurred the expression on his face, and after a while he said in a low voice: "It's too unfair."

Is this still about the Guo family?Zhou Jiran thought about it seriously before opening his mouth: "Not necessarily, people have likes and dislikes, you can't force it, but there will always be someone who prefers you."

"Some people don't even like renminbi," Zhou said with a smile, "They love dollars more."

Tao Jiang looked up at him and smiled.

Zhou already pushed him to the inner courtyard: "Okay, it's finally clean, we have to rest well, and recharge our batteries before we can compete with Kunmu Bald Donkey..."

"Fuck?!?" Zhou already uttered obscenities in fright.

"Good evening, both of you."

Inadvertently looking up, he saw the head hanging on the ginkgo tree in the courtyard, and Zhou Ziran almost vomited it out in disgust.

It would be fine if it was just a bare head, but there is still a set of internal organs ripped underneath.

Blood dripped down.

Flying head descending practice to the later stage, can drag the intestines and stomach to fly, meet cats and suck cat's blood, and meet people and suck human blood.

Because the flying altitude is not high, many people in areas where the head-down is popular will plant thorny plants on the walls and roofs to prevent the flying head from coming, hoping that the head-down master will be caught by the hook.

Kunmu was really so unlucky that he was caught by a ginkgo branch when he came to sneak attack, and what was caught was his own stomach, so he didn't dare to force it.

A bald head hangs quietly on a branch, pitiful, helpless and disgusting.

I don't know if the ginkgo branch pierced Kunmu's intestines or other internal organs, the blood kept dripping down,

Smelling the strong smell of blood, Zhou Jili was furious, who knows what kind of blood this is!Maybe it's still a mixture!

"Fuck!!! It's disgusting! Messed up our yard!"

"The benefactor is... the difficulty of the strong."

Kunmu is helpless, and neither do I.

Zhou already picked up the water pipe used for watering vegetables on the ground, pointed it at Kunmu's head, and sneered: "I want to make things difficult for others."

"Come to sneak attack, there is always a price to pay."

After all, turn the faucet switch to the maximum level and aim it at Kunmu's face.