C83 (2/2)

I asked the Lin Zhishu what to do next. He just said to let me watch.

The locals had never seen this kind of novelty before, so they all came to join in on the fun. But because Yamuna River was a dirty and messy place, moreover, it was a place where water was buried, so the yin energy was heavier. So no one dared to approach it, and they could only watch from afar. Samit was not angry at all, and said smilingly: ”If you guys aren't afraid of death, just watch.”

As soon as his voice fell, the crowd immediately dispersed.

In the end, only, I, Lin Zhishu, Da Jian, Samit, Aunt Zi remained. To be exact, there was Fatty Luo who was lying in the coffin, a total of six people.

Da Jian just stood by the coffin and drank some water, occasionally coughing and clearing his throat. I asked the Lin Zhishu and he was busy writing a couplet.

After we were done, a paper man was placed at the entrance. This paper man looked like a female, with two pale little faces and a dot on the side. The pair of eyes stared straight at me, causing my hair to stand on end.

Kieran had been busy doing everything, and did not say a word. She only knew how to do her work, and she would occasionally pass by me and ignore me. When it was completely dark outside, Da Jian's sudden roar shocked me.

Da Jian's voice was definitely ”The Voice of China,” a wailing voice that shook the heavens and earth.

This posture, due to the atmosphere, I almost teared up as well...

As Da Jian cried, Lin Zhishu lit a candle in the middle of the house. The candle was covered by a lamp to ensure that the night wind would not extinguish it. I was stunned.

At this time, Kieran pulled me out of the funeral shed, and said with a cold face: ”Don't cause trouble.”

I said what was the matter with me? I didn't do anything.

Kieran rolled his eyes at me. I could understand the look in his eyes, which meant: You are causing trouble by standing here.

I was extremely embarrassed and didn't know what to say, so I pointed to the grieving couplet on the funeral shed and said, ”Your writing is really good.”

At this time, Da Jian had already cried twice, and Lin Zhishu took out a paper money and scattered it on the coffin, then started shouting, calling Second Uncle Zhang Dong Qing's name, stopping after calling three times, and stopping after calling seven times.

I know about that, but for strangers to leave, for the dead to leave alone, to call out their names is a simple matter, but for Lin Zhishu to do three or seven of these, I am not too clear.

When they were shouting souls, they rarely did any of the three or seven shouts. Even if they had to do so, they would only do the three or nine shouts.

The third and seventh also had the intention of disregarding the consequences, as well as being unlucky. However, according to the Lin Zhishu, my Second Uncle's situation cannot be too lucky.

When the Lin Zhishu was shouting out his soul, there was still a basin of water in front of him. Lin Zhishu burned a piece of paper every time he shouted three or seven times, sprinkling the ashes into the basin.

After who knows how long, Lin Zhishu suddenly stopped, the water in the basin in front of him had turned completely black. I was surprised. Something wasn't right.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew from the direction of the river, causing people to shiver. I couldn't help but shiver.

The funeral shed had only been lit with a single candle, and the light was very dim. When the wind blew, even though the candle was covered, the shadow of the candle would still float.

I stared at the candle, afraid for some reason that it would go out.

However, whatever it was that he was afraid of came closer and closer. Before the wind could react, the candle and the lampshade were blown to the ground and extinguished!

Ah!” Da Jian's mournful voice stopped as well, and cried out from the funeral shed s. The voice was so miserable that it gave people a fright.

In the darkness, he could vaguely see Da Jian lying on the ground, and it was unknown what kind of fear he had received. My heart thumped in my throat, and I couldn't help but hold onto Kieran's hand. Kieran held onto me back, her hands sweating profusely. She was an Indian, so she had never seen such a thing.

In the darkness, Lin Zhishu asked for no reason: ”Who?”

Inside the coffin, there was a shadow sitting up straight. I bravely called out, ”Second Uncle?”

The shadow didn't move, and my hair stood on end. Lin Zhishu also shouted, but the shadow did not speak.

At this time, the Lin Zhishu lit up the candle and from afar, they saw the Second Uncle sitting up from the coffin with his birthday suit. With his back to us, it was impossible to tell what his expression was, whether he was dead or alive.