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There are taboos at weddings and funerals.

For example, on the wedding day, the most feared thing is that the lead car breaks down. It may seem like a small matter, but it may cast a shadow on the entire life of the newlyweds.

And put it at the funeral.

The portrait of the deceased falls down for no reason, which is usually a scene that appears in horror movies. What should we do in this situation?
All we can do is shout good luck!

Even though countries are different, there are always some similarities in customs. The falling down of the portrait for no reason in a peaceful funeral hall should not be a good sign in any part of the world.

The crowded mourning hall suddenly fell silent, even the Yin-Yang master who was performing prayers and rituals.

It's really unprofessional.

His job is to deal with the dead, yet he doesn't even have the concentration to concentrate. He should continue playing music and dancing.

After a few seconds, the Fujiwara family finally reacted and took quick action, stepping forward to prop up the portrait, straighten the incense burner, and clean the dust.

The scene was restored, but the shock could not be erased.

Although the relatives on both sides did not dare to whisper, their expressions were different.

On the other hand, look at the family area.

Lady Fujiwara no Madoka and Fujiwara no Reiki's reactions were extremely calm. They did not show any excessive emotions when the portraits of their husbands and fathers fell down in front of them for no reason.

Also.

A spooky ghost can also be a dreamer.

As a wife and daughter, even if Fujiwara Yushin came back to life or even sat up from his coffin, they would not feel fear but joy.

"Brother, hurry up and leave."

The Martial Saint quickly bumped into Jiang Chen's arm.

They did not stay to watch the fun. After a brief episode, the two walked out of the mourning hall.

"I'll take you to rest first."

The servant came over.

"No, I'll just walk around."

"Okay, if you need anything, please let us know."

Jiang Chen nodded.

I came in through the main door, but went out through another door. No wonder I didn't run into Watari Tetsuya and his sister.

"Brother Jiang Chen, did you see that?"

After walking a certain distance away from the mourning hall, Wu Sheng breathed a sigh of relief with lingering fear.

"It's just a coincidence."

Jiang Chen disagreed.

"I'm not talking about the portrait falling down."

Wu Sheng finally had a chance and immediately shared: "When I was burning incense just now, I saw the corpse in the coffin open its eyes!"

The falling of the portrait does not really mean anything. There could be many reasons, such as it was not hung properly in the first place.

but.

If a corpse opens its eyes, that is something that science cannot explain.

As it happens, the Martial Saint did it.

"Brother, do you think it's possible that the person is not dead?"

If seeing a corpse open its eyes still has a certain degree of credibility, but if the person is not dead, then it is pure fantasy.

What's going on.

What is the purpose of the Fujiwara family setting up such a big show?
Are you bored and want to fool the whole world?
Look how many big shots have come here in the past few days.

Even if Fujiwara Yu is not dead, since the funeral was held publicly, it means that he can no longer live. Even if he is not dead, he must make the fake play real.

of course.

This is just a hypothesis. Compared to the Fujiwara family teasing the whole world, the Martial Saint's fantasy is undoubtedly more realistic.

After all, not everyone is as bold as someone who created something out of nothing.

"He's not dead, so why did the portrait fall down?"

Instead of scolding the Martial Saint, Jiang Chen calmly asked a question that instantly left the boy speechless.

Yes.

If he's not dead, that means there's no ghost. If there's no ghost, then the falling of the portrait is just a coincidence, which doesn't complement his seeing the corpse "open its eyes".

The logic is not self-consistent.

"But I really saw it..."

The Martial Saint still remained confident.

“Sometimes what you see is not necessarily what you believe.”

As he spoke, Jiang Chen looked up at a certain spot in the sky, "What color is that butterfly?"

The Martial Saint looked at it subconsciously. Although he didn't understand why, he still answered instinctively: "Colorful."

"No. It's colorless."

Wu Sheng was stunned for a moment, then stared at the colorful butterfly dancing in the light, and immediately retorted: "Impossible, that is colorful, is there an illusion in my eyes?"

"Yeah, it's just an illusion."

"Brother Jiang Chen, don't tease me."

The Martial Saint withdrew his gaze.

Jiang Chen said seriously, "If you conduct rigorous scientific experiments, you will find that butterfly wings are colorless. It is only because of their special microscopic structure that they show colorful colors under the light."

The Martial Saint was in a daze.

There is still a gap between the top students at prestigious universities and junior high school students. Jiang Chen, whose random example was thought-provoking, did not go into details.

"The corpse you saw couldn't have its eyes open."

He downplayed it and was decisive.

"why?"

The Martial Saint is no longer confident.

"Because what's lying there is not a corpse."

The Martial Saint's eyes were blank, his face was full of confusion, "...If it's not a corpse, then what is it?"

“It’s a puppet.”

Jiang Chen said in a calm voice: "In ancient times, the powerful and wealthy class in Japan had a custom that after a person died, they should be buried immediately and not be made public. This was disrespectful to the deceased. However, with the passage of time, this custom no longer conforms to modern etiquette. In order to have the best of both worlds, the powerful and wealthy in Japan came up with such a compromise plan, using simulated dolls to replace the deceased for relatives and friends to mourn, while not disturbing the deceased's early rest."

Wu Sheng had no expression on his face. After a long while, he spoke woodenly: "Brother, you really know a lot."

He was still wondering just now.

Why is that "corpse"'s face so white?

Take a look at the makeup of ancient geishas, ​​and you will find traces of everything.

It was a false alarm, and Wu Sheng felt a little embarrassed.

It's possible that he's lying.

But there’s no way a puppet can turn into a living thing, right?
"Hiss...Brother, if the person lying in the coffin is a doll, then the portrait falling down is not necessarily a coincidence. Brother, generally speaking, when this happens, it means that the deceased has a strong grudge!"

Enlightenment.

At this moment I finally understood.

Jiang Chen remained silent for a moment, then asked, "What does this have to do with you?"

The Martial Saint was speechless.

Yes.

He is just here to join in the fun, why should he care so much? He should learn from Brother Jiang Chen, stay out of it, watch from the sidelines, and act wisely but appear foolish.

"Where's Sister Liuli?"

The Martial Saint looked around but found no trace of Duanmu Liuli.

So the two of them started looking around.

"Sister Liuli!"

It was not noticeable from the outside, but after entering, I discovered that the ancestral home of the Fujiwara family was unexpectedly large. I walked around the area for a long time and met many guests who came to pay their respects. Finally, I found Duanmu Liuli in a remote corner where few people went.

"Sister Liuli, why are you here?"

The Martial Saint shouted as he stepped over the overgrown gravel, only to find that there was more than just Sister Liuli here.

In the dimly visible locust trees, in addition to Sister Liuli who had her back to this side, there were several slim Japanese soldiers. The reason we knew they were Japanese soldiers was because they were wearing tight samurai uniforms with a strong folk style.

Seeing this, Wu Sheng frowned, and quickly quickened his pace, coming to Duanmu Liuli's side and joining the confrontation. Wait.

Why is it described as a confrontation?
Jiang Chen was walking calmly behind, not in a hurry at all.

"who are you?"

The Martial Saint immediately questioned him, and in a moment he made the other party silent.

Who is the visitor?

"This is a closed area. Please move somewhere else. There are many beautiful sights to enjoy in the courtyard."

The attitude of the Japanese soldiers was remarkable, they were polite and courteous, and they spoke Chinese quite fluently.

No open area?
It's not indoors, and it's so run-down. Not to mention it's closed, basically no one would take the initiative to stroll here.

but……

Why is Sister Liuli here?

unimportant.

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I am here to support Sister Liuli, not to reason.

"Your people allowed us to wander around freely and never told us that there were any restricted areas. If there were any treasures here, you should have put up warning signs in advance."

The Martial Saint is weird.

It depends on the situation.

Sister Liuli has not yet had a direct conflict with these Japanese devils.

"Excuse me, please leave."

The other party did not continue to argue, and at the same time, his attitude was very firm.

As expected, these Japanese devils should be the "thugs" raised by the Fujiwara family, or domestic slaves.

These servants should know exactly what day it is today, so the new faces that appear today must be important guests.

Logically speaking, as a family slave, it is impossible to take any risk of offending a VIP and harming the interests of the family.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

Is it true that there is a treasure here?

The Martial Saint's eyes unconsciously began to wander around, and then he indeed discovered a strange place.

There was actually a well behind those Japanese devils!

It is not uncommon to have a well in such an ancient house with a long history. Many rural areas in China still rely on well water for their livelihood. However, the mouth of this well is sealed with cement, and it is obvious from the traces that it has been sealed only recently.

It is not surprising that the well is sealed. After all, if it has been abandoned and nothing is done about it, there is a risk of someone accidentally falling into the well if they come here to urinate or defecate. But what is unreasonable is that in addition to being sealed, the well is also tied up with an iron chain as thick as an arm, with the tail end wrapped around the surrounding locust trees, making it look like a person being "tied up".

Any normal person would find this scene weird.

In addition, people were deliberately arranged to monitor and guard, which makes people even more curious.

And if you look closely, you can find that those thick iron chains are engraved with incomprehensible inscriptions, like mysterious spells.

"Brother Jiang Chen."

Wu Sheng did not blindly clash with the Japanese warriors. He gestured to Jiang Chen, reminding him to pay attention to the strange well, and whispered, "There must be something in it."

Jiang Chen seemed not to have heard it. He turned his head to look at Duanmu Liuli who was strolling here alone, "Are you okay?"

It's totally unnecessary.

Even if something really happened, the ones who were involved should only be a few samurai slaves kept by the Fujiwara family.

Jiang Chen was of course aware that the reason he deliberately went to such lengths was purely to show his concern.

That's right.

concern.

People have to know how to return a favor.

Given the nun's personality, or the way she treated the Japanese, if it had happened in the past, those warriors would have been paralyzed and lying on the ground or hanging on a tree. The reason they didn't take action was because of someone's consideration?

The Taoist sister has indeed grown up.

At least to a certain extent, you know how to consider the overall situation.

Faced with someone's slightly artificial concern, Duanmu Liuli shook her head silently.

"Let's go."

Seeing this, Jiang Chen said.

go?
The Martial Saint was stunned, unable to understand.

That well is obviously extraordinary. Why would you just leave like that without finding out what's going on?
This feeling is probably like going to Kabukicho to experience the service, but as soon as you enter, you run into the police checking the room.

Naturally, the opinions of the Martial Saint could not play a leading role. Duanmu Liuli glanced at someone, but did not express any objection. He turned around obediently, giving someone great face.

Although Wu Sheng was unwilling, he was powerless and had no choice but to glance at the Japanese devils and leave with them.

"Brother Jiang Chen, why are you leaving? There must be something fishy going on in that well."

Before they had walked far, the Martial Saint could not wait to speak.

There is something fishy in this sentence. It does not represent neutrino, but is just an adjective commonly used by the people.

After saying that, he looked at Duanmu Liuli again, "Sister Liuli, why are you here?"

Duanmu Liuli did not explain.

Some things cannot be explained, and may not be explained clearly.

"Sister Liuli, do you know what's in the well? Why is it locked with an iron chain? What do the words on the chain mean?"

The Martial Saint speaks eloquently.

"Don't you know Japanese?"

Jiang Chen interrupted.

"Those aren't standard Japanese, and I can't understand a lot of them."

After saying that, Wu Sheng looked at an alien with a suspicious look and asked, "Brother Jiang Chen, are you not curious at all?"

Everyone is curious.

Just more or less.

Since the condolences began in the mourning hall, this mansion was filled with weirdness, but his brother Jiang Chen was extremely calm from beginning to end. This outrageous calmness even became a part of the weirdness.

"What's the use of being curious? Do you want to have a boxing match or see who has better excavator technology?"

The Martial Saint was speechless, and then looked at Duanmu Liuli.

In certain situations, he had a mysterious confidence in his sister Liuli.

"No need to dig it up. Sister Liuli must know it, otherwise Sister Liuli wouldn't have run over there, right Sister Liuli?"

The house is so big and the well is hidden in such a remote place that it is unlikely to be discovered accidentally.

Sister Liuli didn’t stumble across it by accident, so most likely... she went there to look for it.

"you're right."

Duanmu Liuli spoke with a calm expression.

"I?"

The Martial Saint pointed at himself suspiciously, and then became confused.

What did you say?

What is right?

in vain.

An idea suddenly occurred to him and his expression became dull.

"Sister Liuli, are you saying that there really is... a ghost in that well?"

What he said just now was "there is a ghost", which was a connected word, but now it is a single word.

Duanmu Liuli nodded slightly.

The Martial Saint was shocked and couldn't help but look back.

But the well had been submerged by the locust tree.

and many more.

Sophora tree?

"Brother Jiang Chen..."

Someone's reaction remained calm. The Martial Saint looked at him, and he looked up at the rising sun.

There's nothing scary about ghosts.

There are only two things in this world that cannot be looked at directly. (End of this chapter)