wait for hell

Chapter 21

at dusk.

A light drizzle began to fall.

The sky was even more gloomy and scary.

Liu Daquan squatted in the aisle, smoking a cigarette dryly, with a sad look on his face.

There is very little smoke in the kitchen.

It was Ma Xiulan, Liu Daquan's daughter-in-law, who was cooking.

In rural areas, when someone dies at home, someone will usually come to help.

But Liu Daquan's family is different.

His father, Liu Zhengmin, died very strangely. The news had already spread in the village, so even the neighbors were reluctant to come to his house.

At most, on the day of the funeral, I came to help carry the coffin.

However, Liu Daquan also felt that it was nothing, after all, there were really not many people like his distant nephew Du Yuan.

It is not easy to send charcoal in the snow.

And in the hall.

Du Yuan sat on the saddle, staring blankly at the corpse in the mourning hall.

This mourning hall is really too simple.

It's not as formal as the ones in his house.

Not even a photo.

Du Yuan wanted to lift the white cloth covering Liu Zhengmin's body to see the real face of this "colleague", but he never found the opportunity.

"I joined the seven people a month ago."

"Then according to the paper figurine, he has completed at least four missions."

Du Yuan thought silently in his heart.

Four missions...

This is no easy task.

It is difficult to put it on him, let alone an old man who is dying.

Think of this.

Du Yuan reached out his hand and took out two shiny yellow papers from his pocket.

This is the human skin paper unique to the Seven.

Once it burns, a paper door will appear. Push the door and enter a strange world.

but.

The two human skin papers in Du Yuan's hand were different.

One of the human skin papers was covered with bloodshot lines, as if they were human blood vessels.

This human skin paper is the remains of the dead Liu Zhengmin.

As for other things, Liu Daquan, who is a son, doesn't know where he put them.

At this moment, Du Yuan stared at the different human skins, and thought to himself: "When I accepted the task today, the paper man gave me a few more human skins, but those human skins are exactly the same as the ones I got before. Is there such a possibility..."

"Liu Zhengmin's human skin paper was not given by the paper figurine."

Before, every time he used human skin paper and entered that weird world, Du Yuan could only see paper figurines, but there seemed to be other things hidden in the rest of the darkness.

Du Yuan boldly speculates that the paper figurine is not the only one among the seven people, there may be seven of them, and different existences are in charge of different members.

Of course, this is something to consider later.

Currently, there is only one thing Du Yuan needs to consider.

That is, this funeral mission.

According to Liu Daquan, Liu Zhengmin said before he died that he had touched something he shouldn't have touched, so he would definitely die.

But what exactly is that thing.

Du Yuan didn't know.

He only heard from Liu Daquan that Liu Zhengmin died very strangely when he stabbed his eyes with scissors and bled to death.

If it is suicide.

There is no point in using this method.

If it was that thing that did it, and wanted to kill a person who had completed four missions of seven people, there would have to be some commotion...

So I can't justify it.

Du Yuan had a headache.

But for some reason, before this mission even started, a shadow was cast over his heart.

At this time.

Liu Daquan walked over smoking a cigarette.

He first bowed to his father's corpse in the mourning hall, and then said to Du Yuan and his mother who silently burned the yellow paper, "Let's eat first."

Du Yuan stood up, nodded, and said, "Where's that great immortal?"

Before, the liar in the padded jacket said that he would come to do it in the evening, but now it is dark and the person has not arrived yet.

Liu Zhengmin shook his head, and said sadly: "I just called and said that it is raining and the road is difficult to walk. I guess I will be late."

"alright."

……

Soon, time passed slowly.

In the blink of an eye, it was 08:30 in the evening.

The rain is getting heavier.

There was no intention of stopping at all.

Liu Daquan kept sighing, worrying endlessly: "If it rains continuously for several days, the old man's body can't be placed in the main room all the time."

The funeral is only for three days.

After three days, it would be very unlucky if he hadn't been buried in the ground.

"No, I have to go out for a while. I have to say hello to the villagers and tell them to come to help in two days."

Liu Daquan greeted Du Yuan, and walked out wearing a raincoat.

At home, only Ma Xiulan, the old woman with vision problems, and Du Yuan were left.

Du Yuan looked at Ma Xiulan and the old woman, and his heart suddenly moved.

The opportunity is here.

"Auntie, why don't you go back to your room for a rest, and I'll come to keep watch."

"This is too much trouble for you, let me do it."

"No, no trouble."

"Okay then, I'll take my mother into the house to rest for a while. She's getting old and her body can't bear it."

Ma Xiulan said, and brought the old woman into the house.

And in the mourning hall.

Du Yuan was the only one left.

He first looked around to make sure no one had noticed, and then quietly lifted the white cloth covering the corpse.

Under the white cloth was the corpse of an old man.

The old man has gray hair and a skinny body.

The skin is even more dark and rough due to years of hard work.

Du Yuan looked at the face of the corpse.

The blood on the corpse's face had been wiped dry, only spots of coagulated blood could be seen in the corners of the eyes, and the eyelids of both eyes were sunken downwards.

This scene looked horrific.

But Du Yuan didn't feel anything, and even reached out to lift the corpse's eyelids.

Then, he saw the shriveled and sunken eyeballs that had each been stabbed with scissors.

"There is no sign of haunting at all, ..."

Du Yuan shook his head, and covered the white cloth casually.

And right now.

There was a quick knock on the door.

Du Yuan turned his head and looked towards the past, the knock on the door was in the corridor.

"Who is..."

Ma Xiulan from the room came out and shouted outside.

However, there was no response.

Only the knock on the door echoed in the yard.

This scene looked very strange.

Du Yuan said to Ma Xiulan, "I'll go and have a look."

After speaking, he got up and walked over.

The rain splashed down.

The air is very cold.

But the windbreaker Du Yuan was wearing was not only able to resist the attacks of ghosts, but also waterproof and keep warm, so he didn't feel anything.

Come to the passage door.

The knock on the door was still ringing.

From the sleeve of Du Yuan's right hand, a sharp knife slipped quietly, and he said coldly, "Is it Uncle Liu?"

Still no response.

There was only one knock on the door.

Du Yuan narrowed his eyes.

He didn't feel that the existence outside was a ghost.

So he unlatched the deadbolt, took hold of the handle, and flung the door open.

outside the door...

There is only darkness where you can't see your fingers.

Not to mention the person who knocked on the door, you can't even see a ghost.

But right now.

With a bang, a bolt of lightning exploded in the rainy night.

Not far from the door, a woman wearing a colorful padded jacket and soaked in rain was slowly walking over with stiff steps.

(End of this chapter)