My daily mountain driving, I met a fox at the beginning and got married

Chapter 38 The Funeral Parlor in the Morning and Night

woohoo~
The sound of the wind blowing into the pitch-black jungle makes a weird, adrenaline-boosting sound.

Looking at the pitch-black scene around him and the tombstones not far away, Zhao Tianlin kept swallowing his saliva.

Walking in the mountains at night is indeed quite scary.

But who made the train he took a little late, in order to save the last bit of travel expenses and want to go home early, he had to choose to walk through the mountains.

Not far away, I saw small hills one after another, various wreaths, yellow paper money, and Ming coins with the Jade Emperor and Tiandi Bank printed on them, as well as empty, dirty and shapeless dishes and bowls.

The fear that originated from the depths of his heart radiated out uncontrollably.

But when he thought that all the people buried here were from Zhaojia Village, and they were all his elders, he felt less fear.

Call ~
Quickly pass through this cemetery, there is a road down the mountain in front of him, and he can see Zhaojia Village all the way down, the more he stays here, the more panicked he becomes.

But right now.

In the cemetery not far from him, a beam of unexplained and inexplicable flames immediately attracted his attention.

In an instant, his hairs stood on end, his hair exploded, and his whole body was tense.

At night, how could there be fire in the mountains!

Could it be... Could it be that he encountered some mountain elves and wild monsters?
When I was a child, I always heard the old people in the village say that there are dirty things on the mountain, and they come out to harm people when it is dark at night.

Could it be...

His thoughts diverged further, but his legs and feet were very honest, as if they had been filled with lead, and he couldn't move at all.

His eyes widened even more, staring straight at the flame.

With the appearance of the fire, he saw a figure in front of a tomb.

The figure was facing away from him, and then, he took out something from a basket and placed them one by one in front of the clean tombstone.

On... the offering?

But whoever is serious will come to make an offering at night!
"...I came up from below...just to...offend..."

Immediately afterwards, I heard the figure muttering something, and I couldn't hear what it said, but the voice was particularly harsh and gloomy in the quiet dense forest.

Zhao Tianlin's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his back was already drenched. He felt as if he had fallen into a pool of water. He wanted to run, but his legs couldn't be controlled at all, and he couldn't even control his trembling hands.

How to do how to do……

I, I'm afraid I really encountered those dirty things...

Me, I won't die in the mountains...

I, I want to go home...

At this time.

He watched helplessly as the figure with his back turned slowly stood up, holding an iron pick in his hand.

Boom!

At this time, the iron pick in the figure's hand suddenly fell to the ground.

Zhao Tianlin exclaimed subconsciously: "Ah..."

As soon as he made a sound, he saw that the figure turned his head and looked over.

Under the reflection of the firelight, that face was extraordinarily weird, and the facial features seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mist, but they were extraordinarily clear.

"what!"

At this moment, Zhao Tianlin's legs seemed to have regained consciousness, and he waved his hands with a scream, turned around and ran down the mountain with big strides without looking back.

And this time.

Zhang Hao watched the screaming figure run down the mountain, and then he was taken aback, with question marks all over his face.

Is this awkward?
Why did you run away screaming?
I just picked up an iron pick and ran away in fright.

It's really...

However, he didn't think much about it, doing the right thing is the most important thing.

He picked up the iron pick that fell on the ground, put it aside, and then respectfully knelt down in front of Uncle Zhao's tomb, and bowed three times.

The series of things just now, including taking out the tribute fruits from the basket and putting them on the table, are all simple rituals needed to take the shroud.

If the standing incense placed in front of the tomb is not extinguished or fallen, the tribute fruit is not disturbed, and there is no wind blowing, it means that the owner of the tomb has agreed to take the shroud.

After a while, Zhang Hao breathed a sigh of relief when there was no movement in the quiet dense forest.

Then, he reached out to the shroud in front of the grave, cut a section of black cloth from it, and put it in the broken basket.

This broken basket was used to put the shroud and the root of the grave tree.

According to the records in [Zoushan Travel Records], this kind of thing is extremely dark and cannot be placed in a good basket, let alone a Guling basket. It must be placed in a broken basket, which can Its yin qi does not dissipate.

Got the shroud done.

Zhang Hao bowed three times to Uncle Zhao's tomb, then got up.

Looking around, he finally set his sights on a small tree in front of the grave.

Without thinking too much, he stepped forward, pulled out the saber from his waist, found the three-inch-six part of the small tree, and cut it off directly with the saber.

Then, the roots were thrown out with an iron pick and put together in a broken basket.

The shroud and the tree in front of the grave have been done.

Next, there are only the most difficult ones left, the widow weeping, and the ashes of a woman from Shijiasan...

A faint sigh came from the treacherous cemetery.

Zhang Hao shook his head helplessly, turned around and walked out of the cemetery with his things in hand.

……

At the foot of the mountain, those old men who were enjoying the shade had already gone home to rest, and few households in the village still had their lights on.

Under the hazy moonlight, Zhang Hao walked towards home with a pickaxe in one hand and a broken basket in the other.

After returning home, as soon as he stepped over the threshold and came to the small courtyard, he saw Li Siyu put on Hanfu pajamas, sitting outside the main hall, looking at the door, Xiaobai was lying at her feet, sleeping.

"Did you find anything?" Li Siyu asked with a sigh of relief.

Zhang Hao nodded: "I found it. It's so late, you should go to bed. I'll go to bed as soon as I clean up."

"it is good."

With that said, Li Siyu got up, moved the chair into the main hall, brought Xiaobai into the room, and closed the door.

Zhang Hao didn't think much about it, and walked into the ear room with the broken basket, put all the things down, and fell on the bed, staring straight up, frowning.

Shijiasan's ashes...

The widow weeps...

But there are only these two things left, as long as these two things are settled, he can go to the fox to marry and have a chance to get the treasure.

However, these two things... how to get them?
The most important thing is that the ashes of Shijiasan must be taken when the yin qi is weak and the yang qi is rising, that is, between 4:6 and [-]:[-] in the morning.

When widows cry, they need to be taken before the yang energy is in full swing, that is, before 8 o'clock in the morning.

Ashes, widow's tears...

Where can I get it...

At this time, a thought suddenly popped up in his mind.

Before he had time to collect the thoughts in his mind, he immediately took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.

"Hey, Big Brother Zhao, I remember you're going to the town to buy goods tomorrow morning, right?"

"Yeah, I have to leave at 3 o'clock tomorrow morning."

"Brother Zhao, can you give me a ride tomorrow morning? I happen to be going to town too."

……

In the morning, at 3 o'clock.

Two lights illuminate the dirt road ahead.

A van was driving on a dirt road full of potholes. Zhang Hao, who was extremely sleepy, sat in the co-pilot, closed his eyes and rested his mind, without saying a word.

Zhao Yuan, who was driving the car, looked at him and said nothing.

Anyway, he usually drives alone, and Zhang Hao sleeps in the car, so just pretend he doesn't exist.

In this way, as the bumpy road passed, I ran forward for about an hour.

"Haozi, Haozi, wake up." Zhao Yuan pushed him.

Zhang Hao slowly opened his eyes and looked straight ahead: "What's wrong, Brother Zhao."

"You're going into the city soon, and you haven't told me where you're going," Zhao Yuan said.

Zhang Hao yawned, rubbed his eyes, and looked at the road ahead, as it was still dark today, and he could only vaguely see some of the road ahead through the low beam.

"It's almost there, just drive straight ahead."

"Okay." Zhao Yuanxi moved his mouth a few times, without asking again, and continued to drive the van forward.

Soon.

Zhang Hao looked ahead and said, "Here we are, Brother Zhao, I'll just stay here."

creak.

Zhao Yuan stepped on the brakes and stopped firmly on the side of the road. Not far away seemed to be a hill with a building on it.

"Alright, thank you Brother Zhao."

Zhang Hao opened the car door, stepped out of the car, and walked up the side road.

Zhao Yuan looked at his leaving back suspiciously, gradually disappearing into the misty morning, and muttered, "Where is this?"

Lowering his head and looking up through the window of the co-pilot, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his expression looked extremely unnatural, because he saw a huge road sign that read:

【Yaqian Town Funeral Home】

(End of this chapter)