I become a god in another world

Chapter 425 Someone is holding a funeral
Chapter 425

Zhao Fusheng and others were in a higher position, on a small hill.

Looking ahead, everyone could see a flat plain.

In the middle of the plain, there is a small village.

In the dark night, the village was lit up. From a long distance, the houses and human figures were shrunk and the scene inside could not be seen clearly, but one could vaguely see many people moving back and forth in the light and shadow, as if they were quite busy.

The sounds of firecrackers and string music that everyone heard earlier came from the villages and towns.

“Is this a ghost?”

Jiang Ying had encountered many ghost disasters along the way, and now he was already at the point of being paranoid.

He traveled all day yesterday and didn't see a single living person. But today something strange happened. He heard noises from afar and saw villages and towns when he hurried over. He couldn't help but wonder if he had stepped into the ghost realm again.

His words made the Lu family a little scared.

Mother Chen wanted to complain again, but in front of the people from the Demon Suppression Bureau, she had no room to speak, but her face looked very ugly.

Zhao Fusheng pondered for a while and said:
"It doesn't look like a ghost. I don't sense any evil spirit."

Her judgment has always been accurate, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they heard this.

"It's good to have someone here. I've been sitting all day and my whole body aches." Chen's mother said thankfully.

After she finished speaking, she looked at Lu Yuhe cautiously. Lu Yuhe had lived with his mother-in-law for several years and knew that she wanted to go into the town to rest at this time, but he did not dare to say anything.

In front of the Demon Suppression Division, Lu Yuhe did not dare to speak.

Fortunately, Zhao Fusheng took the initiative to say:

"We have been traveling all day, so we might as well go into town to rest for a while and ask for directions."

When Chen's mother heard this, a smile appeared on her face.

Others nodded.

Zhao Fusheng recalled the firecrackers and music he had heard earlier and said:

"They are having a wedding, we shouldn't go by car."

After all, a ghost horse has no head, so it is inevitable that it will scare people when it encounters a stranger.

After she finished speaking, she put the horses into the hell, leaving only the carriage frame in place.

At this moment, Kuai Manzhou pulled Zhao Fusheng's hand and shook it gently twice.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Fusheng asked.

The little girl whispered:
"It's not a happy event."

"Isn't it a happy event?" Zhao Fusheng was stunned.

After the child said this, he returned to his expressionless look and didn't say anything else.

Zhao Fusheng calmed himself down and decided to go into the village first.

Everyone collected their horses and planned to walk there.

When looking down from the hill at the village below, the houses did not seem very far away, but the actual distance was much farther than what people could measure with the naked eye.

After walking for about two quarters of an hour, the group finally saw the houses in the town hidden in the fog.

A tent was set up above the town, with a dozen tables of buffets laid out.

After Zhao Fusheng saw the situation in the tent clearly, he also understood why Kuai Manzhou had said earlier that it was "not a happy event".

I saw that the tent was surrounded by white sails with the word "Dian" written in large letters.

A pitch-black coffin was placed in the middle of the makeshift mourning hall, with many musicians sitting around it.

Le Ling was wearing black clothes, but she had a red cloth tied around her arm.

Several people in mourning were kneeling in front of the coffin. There were tables around the mourning hall, and people who had stayed up all night to keep vigil were sitting on the tables and chairs, whispering to each other.

It turned out to be a funeral!
Just at the entrance of the town, there were two white lanterns hung with the word "Dian" written on them, and two bright red ropes were tied at the bottom of each lantern.

"What kind of custom is this?"

When Fan Bisi saw this strange scene, he was stunned.

Meng Po said:
"Looking at the way the musicians are dressed, it seems like they are celebrating a wedding. Could it be that they are experiencing a ghost marriage?"

She is old and has traveled around all her life, so she can be said to be knowledgeable and has some understanding of the customs and practices of different places.

After Meng Po said this, many people nodded immediately.

It was Chen's mother who seemed to be hesitant to speak.

"Isn't this a ghost marriage?"

Zhao Fusheng noticed Chen's mother's movement out of the corner of his eye and couldn't help but ask her.

Chen's mother was of low status and her words were not taken seriously. Although she had many complaints along the way, she was very afraid of Zhao Fusheng, the ghost-controlling Lord of the Demon Suppression Bureau.

Hearing her words, Chen's mother was somewhat flattered and waved her hands repeatedly:

"I am ignorant and have little experience. I am afraid that I will speak rashly and say something wrong, which will make you all laugh."

Zhao Fusheng smiled and said:
"Just tell me what you are saying. It doesn't matter if you are wrong. We are almost in the town anyway. We will know whether you are right or not when we ask you."

Chen's mother was still very uneasy, so Chen Duozi quickly comforted her:

"Mom, that's what you said. The adults have good personalities and won't blame you even if they are wrong."

Mother Chen waved her hands repeatedly:
"There is no room for women to speak."

Her words immediately made Zhao Fusheng frown:

"Say!"

Zhao Fusheng's gentle words made Chen's mother unwilling to say anything. Once she spoke harshly, Chen's mother became honest and said quickly:

"Yes."

"Sir, it seems to me that this town is indeed in mourning. Someone must have died."

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that without her saying anything.

Seeing Hu Rong and the others looking unhappy, Mother Chen hurriedly said:

"There is a custom in my hometown that if a respected person in the family dies, a grand and respectable funeral must be held."

Zhao Fusheng looked at the funeral in the village in the distance. They had invited musicians, set up a banquet, and bought a coffin. It was indeed not a small funeral.

Zhang Chuanshi squinted his eyes and looked for a while, then nodded:
"That coffin doesn't look cheap. It must cost at least one or two taels of silver. It must be of the best quality."

"One ounce and two cents?"

When Fan Wujiu heard this, he was immediately surprised:

"You were selling coffins outside the Demon Suppression Division, and the price was not like that."

"I--"

Zhang Chuanshi was suddenly speechless.

"Don't make any noise."

Zhao Fusheng scolded the two of them, then motioned for Chen's mother to continue.

Chen's mother said:
"But everyone is poor in this world, and holding a funeral is not cheap—"

The poorer your life is, the more you care about your face.

Since Zhao Fusheng was reborn to investigate ghost cases, he often went into towns and villages and dealt with all kinds of people. He had already seen it all - especially in the Shilipo ghost case, where the villagers risked their lives to fight for the dragon blood incense, but after making money, they would rather use the money earned from their lives to hold a grand funeral.

This is the life of an ordinary person living in the Han Dynasty, which was full of heavy taxes and ghosts. It seems that only the excitement before death can show that this person has walked through this world and left a trace.

Zhao Fusheng declined to comment on this phenomenon.

"Sometimes when you don't have enough money, you have to find a way to get it together. Otherwise, if you don't hold the funeral, people will criticize you."

Mother Chen rambled on and on.

But what to do when money is not enough? The only option is to sell children.

"If we sell our daughter at this time, it is also called hanging a red string. We will hold a wedding at the same time as the funeral, and we will hang a red string..." Mother Chen said this and looked at Chen Duozi. Chen Duozi was stunned.

"I think the funeral in this town seems to be a happy occasion, but I'm not sure if I'm right. If I'm wrong, please don't blame me, sir." Chen's mother said timidly.

Zhao Fusheng was silent for a while, and she began to feel unhappy for no reason.

Since leaving Changping County, the journey started out smoothly, but things started to go wrong after the paper man Zhang appeared two nights ago.

The villages and towns she passed through were all plagued by ghosts, and many people died. Although the ghost disasters were eventually resolved by her, she gained a lot of merit points, and even hell was opened to 70%, but she could hardly be happy after seeing so many dead people and corpses.

Now she finally saw a normal village without any ghost disasters, but after hearing about such a messy custom, she felt a little bad.

"..."

Ding Datong could also see that she was in a bad mood and didn't dare to say anything.

Meng Po, on the other hand, could vaguely sense the pity behind Zhao Fusheng's stern face. She sighed, her eyes softened, and she said softly:

"Sir, no matter what it is, why don't we go into the village and ask."

"Ah."

Zhao Fusheng quickly calmed down and nodded in response.

The group walked forward another half a mile, and soon the people in the town noticed these outsiders.

"Hey, where are you from? What are you doing here?"

The people in the town stood up vigilantly.

Some young and strong men had already picked up long stools, shoulder poles and other items.

Life is not easy in this world. There are people everywhere who are desperate and become bandits, making a living by robbery.

Zhao Fusheng and his group were large in number, and among them there were many young and middle-aged men, which inevitably frightened the villagers. They would shout at them from afar and refuse to let them get close.

"Don't be nervous, everyone."

Zhao Fusheng stepped out from the crowd and said in a gentle voice:

"We are not bandits, but people from a nearby county. Something happened in the county and we fled here."

She paused, hiding her identity as she spoke.

Everyone followed her lead, and when they saw that she did not mention the 'Demon Suppression Division', they all kept silent.

The musicians who were playing various instruments looked at each other and stopped playing.

Several people in mourning who were kneeling in front of the coffin also stood up.

This is their home ground. When they saw outsiders coming, they wiped their tears and walked to the outside of the mourning hall, looking at the group of people outside with red eyes.

Seeing that Zhao Fusheng and his men were so numerous and powerful, the people in the villages and towns couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

Everyone ignored their sadness and exchanged glances with each other. Zhao Fusheng then noticed that several women quietly slipped away from the crowd and headed towards the village.

She pretended not to see it and her eyes fell on the old man who spoke first.

He was the oldest, looking to be about sixty years old, and everyone seemed to be in awe of him. Even a few mourners who had stood up stood by his side.

"Father, we have been walking for a whole day and still can't find the direction. We came here because we heard the sound of firecrackers." Zhao Fusheng said:

"We have been walking for a whole day. You see, there are old and young people among us. We are all tired. I want to ask for a bowl of water from everyone."

The old man frowned and looked embarrassed.

Several young men had bad tempers and said angrily:

"no!"

"Anuma——"

When the old man heard the young man's harsh refusal, his heart skipped a beat, fearing that the young man's quick temper would anger Zhao Fusheng and his party.

He was a little late in his scolding.

In the Demon Suppression Division, Ding Datong and others have bad tempers.

They are ghost riders and are used to being flattered. They have never been treated like this before.

Seeing Zhao Fusheng speaking to people in a nice voice, but these people dared to shout at him loudly, Ding Datong and others' faces changed immediately.

"damn thing!"

Before Ding Datong started to curse, Fan Wujiu spoke first.

He rolled up his sleeves, revealing his strong arms, and hooked his arm at the young man who had spoken first:

"Come down, I'll knock your teeth out."

"Shame on you." Ding Datong also nodded:
"I thought everyone was like us—"

"Don't be angry, everyone."

The old man saw that things were going to get bad, and said quickly:
"You see, something has happened here. Everyone is in a bad mood. Young people are impatient and irritable. They say things that are not pleasant to the ear. We will take care of him later."

Although a strong dragon cannot defeat a local snake.

But he was older and had a sharp eye, and he could see that Ding Datong and the others were not easy to mess with.

Fan Wujiuren is tall and strong, with muscular body. When his sleeves are rolled up, his fists are as big as bowls. It is obvious that he is not someone to be trifled with.

He can also feel who are the boasters and who are the real ruthless characters.

At this moment, the old man did not want to cause a conflict in the mourning hall, so he immediately begged for mercy:

"It is indeed not convenient for us to entertain guests here. If you would like to drink some water, how about this? I will ask Anuma to fetch a bucket of water immediately, and you can drink it and leave. How do you think?"

"Mr. Liu San——"

When Anuma saw him apologizing, he became extremely angry and shouted.

The old man blew his beard and stared:

"Hurry up and go. What time is it today? Your uncle Chang Wu's family is having a big wedding. You have no right to talk nonsense and mess things up for others."

After he scolded, the young man looked ashamed. Although he was still very unhappy, he still did as he was told and ran inside quickly.

The old man sent the man away, his expression slightly relieved, and then he looked at Zhao Fusheng and the others and smiled apologetically:
"Please understand."

"I understand, but we are indeed tired. So we can just borrow a place, drink some water, sit for a while, and rest before we continue on our way." Zhao Fusheng did not get angry and stated his request with a smile.

She looks good-natured, but her temper is stubborn.

The old man had said all the nice things he could, but when he saw that he couldn't get rid of the man, a fierce light flashed in his eyes.

But as soon as he had the thought, he saw Ding Datong, Liu Yizhen, Wu Shaochun and the Fan brothers staring at him with unfriendly expressions.

None of these people are soft peaches.

Especially Liu Yizhen, who was carrying a coffin on his back - such a large coffin would require at least four or five people in the village to lift, but he carried it lightly on his shoulders.

Once a fight breaks out, it’s hard to say who will win or lose. If something happens to the young and strong men in the village, how will they survive next spring?

The old man felt timid again when he thought about it, so he lowered his head and whispered to the man wrapped in mourning cloth beside him:
"Chunfen, this is your home, you might as well call your mother out to make the decision."

The man who was called by him was in his early thirties. Hearing this, he felt helpless. He could only respond with red eyes and turned to walk to the back of the mourning hall.

At this point, the old man saw that Zhao Fusheng and others had a tough attitude and could not leave easily.

He was afraid that Zhao Fusheng and others would force their way into the town, so he asked everyone to bring out the long bench next to the table and place it outside, while asking Zhao Fusheng to sit down.

"Which nearby county are you from?"

He also brought out a short stool from the makeshift straw hut, sat on one side, and started a conversation.

While speaking, the old man was also looking at Zhao Fusheng and others.

There were many young and strong people in the team, but in addition, there were also old people and children.

Among them, Ding Datong and others have ghosts on their bodies, exuding evil spirits, and do not look like good people.

But with the presence of women like Meng Po, Kuai Manzhou and Chen's mother, he felt that Zhao Fusheng's words were more credible.

"We are from the nearby Wenxing County." Zhao Fusheng answered casually.