C11 (2/2)

The moment the coffin was lifted up, I saw a black and red patch on the ground. Fortunately, the black and red area was not very big.

At this moment, those who had been invited to play the funeral songs from other countries were already in position.

Wearing white clothes, I followed behind the coffin, crying in the same mournful way I used to cry, but this time it was more mournful than usual.

The melodious sounds of mourning rang out, and the mournful sounds of weeping rang out. The group of people slowly walked under the dark sky.

The adoptive father was a foreigner. When he moved to the village as a teenager, he had started to wail and wail. No one in the village knew what the adoptive father used to do.

Furthermore, the only person in the village who was able to mourn was his adoptive father, so people all called him a mourner. As time passed, people even forgot the name that should have been inscribed on the tombstone …

Zhou Jing.

The foster father didn't have an ancestral grave in the village, so he could only avoid the ancestral tombs and choose a place with better feng shui.

Avoiding the tombs of the ancestors could be considered a rule. It was said that if a lone person was buried next to the tombs, they would be pushed aside and bullied by those people …

After following my foster father for all these years, I have some knowledge of Feng Shui, so it is possible to look at a grave. After all, this is one of the responsibilities of Funerary Slave, choosing a place to rest for the rest of their lives.

However, most people would not rely on Funerary Slave in the area of Feng Shui, because Funerary Slave was a young woman. Furthermore, those who invited Funerary Slave were all people who met a tragic end, and they had to be more cautious in choosing graves. In regards to Feng Shui, people felt that Funerary Slave was not trustworthy.

Ever since I was young, my foster father had taught me a lot of Feng Shui knowledge, all for the sake of making me a good Funerary Slave.

Plus, it was relatively easy to choose a grave for the adoptive father. The adoptive father was alone and had no children, so there was no need to deliberately choose a grave for his children.

All he needed to do was to choose a place where his soul could rest and calm the grievances of his adoptive father, the man who had died a horrible death.

The sky was getting darker and the sky was covered by dark clouds. This kind of weather was not suitable for burial.

However, according to Liu Songxian, the corpse of the foster father must be taken advantage of as soon as possible, otherwise, trouble might come knocking.

Halfway up the mountain, a light drizzle suddenly fell from the sky. Waves of cold wind blew past.

At this moment, we were only halfway there and we still had at least an hour to travel. I frowned slightly. If the rain was too heavy, the coffin bearer would not be able to continue on.

After all, the mountain roads are rugged, and the roads are muddy. It's hard for people like us to continue following behind, let alone carry coffins.

So everyone asked Liu Songxian what he should do.

”Keep going!” It shouldn't rain very heavily in a short period of time if you increase your speed! ”

Liu Songxian gritted his teeth and said, he was definitely considered a senior amongst the coffin carriers, and since he said that, the rest of them naturally had no objections.

But when I looked at the sky, it was overcast, and it was clear that it was about to rain.

The feeling Liu Songxian gives me is even more anxious and nervous than I am. Is it because what happened yesterday that caused him to be too fearful …

No... I think it's not entirely true. Although there's a reason, there must be another reason that caused Liu Songxian to become so anxious … That should be the secret buried deep in his heart …

At this moment, I began to feel that it was true that the Grandma Daocao told me to be wary of Liu Songxian.

In the morning, because he was too nervous, his entire person lost his resolve and blindly followed Liu Songxian's advice.

But after thinking about it carefully, even if you give me another chance, I will still listen to his opinion. After all, at that time … I have no choice.

Even though I was on the mountain, my mind was still in a state of chaos. The events of the past two days had been constantly stimulating my brain.

The ghosts scared me, and the people scared me, too. I suddenly began to think, what would my foster father do if these things happened to him?

He shook his head, letting himself walk out from these random thoughts. Even if the coffin sealing was the wrong choice, he could only accept his mistake.

Cold rain fell on my face. The rain was getting heavier, and the ground was getting wet.

At this moment, a bolt of lightning flashed in the dark sky, illuminating the surroundings.

At the same time, I subconsciously glanced over from the corner of my eyes and saw a figure with disheveled hair standing under a tree. I couldn't see his face, but I could see the colorful clothes on his body.

That figure just stood there quietly, as if he was watching everything.

Is it the Aunt Zhang? At this moment, my sweat and the rain had already mixed together. I looked in the direction where I had just left in a daze.

That figure appeared along with the bolt of lightning. However, it disappeared along with the bolt of lightning, and in a flash …