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Chapter 46 Qingshi Town (2)

This cousin's home is easy to identify. It looks like a wealthy family. The house combines Chinese and Western styles, and the newly built small western-style building is very grand.

In this modern era of material prosperity, she had never lived in such a good house. Jiang Qi sighed in her heart.

White lanterns and white cloth with the word "Dian" written on them have been hung at the gate of the house, and servants in dark plain clothes are busy decorating them.

Maybe it's because of the dim sky, but the gorgeous buildings inside look dark and gloomy.

As soon as I walked in, I could feel the temperature suddenly drop by a few degrees, and a cool breeze brushed the back of my hands. The white paper lanterns and flowers tied with white cloth swayed gently in the cold wind, and the clouds in the sky became darker.

"Miss Jiang Qi, your and your friend's rooms have been prepared. They are on the second floor here. You have rushed back from the provincial capital and have had a hard time traveling all the way. I will have someone take you up later to settle down first."

Butler Yu has been busy since last night and has never closed his eyes. His face shows a bit of exhaustion.

"The young master is guarding the mourning hall. Do you want to go there first?"

Jiang Qi nodded, "Okay, thank you for your hard work, Uncle Yu."

You have to go and say hello to the host first, and then offer incense sticks to the elders, otherwise it won’t be justified.

The relatives and friends of the family in the town have not come yet, and there are few people in the mourning hall. When there are more people in the mourning hall later, it will not be so convenient to go to the mourning hall.

The luggage was taken to the room by the servant first. Jiang Qi and Fang Principle went to the mourning hall where a large piece of white cloth was hung. This time they didn't have to worry about the luggage being turned over like the previous instance. Fang Yuan looked at it on the carriage and found that there were only clothes.

Jiang Qi walked slowly, and Fang Yuan followed her step by step. Looking at the trampled yellow paper money that fell on the ground and was blown up by the wind, a chill crawled up his back.
Before stepping across the threshold of the mourning hall, a framed portrait suddenly appeared in front of me.
The person in the painting is wearing a long gown made of fine silk, has half-white hair, is slightly fat, and has a very ordinary appearance.

But in the painting, with the white cloth, white lanterns and dim light everywhere, I think that the person in the painting is lying upright on the wooden board of the mourning hall, wearing a shroud and covered with a white cloth, and I immediately get a creepy feeling.

After looking at it for a long time, I always feel that the people in the painting are smiling at them. It is not the kind smile of the elders towards the younger ones, but the kind of stiff and cold smile that touches the corners of the mouth.

[Main mission - paying homage to the deceased in the mourning hall. 】

Jiang Qi was going to go over to burn incense and burn some paper money. As soon as he took a step forward, he saw a young man walking out.

He is about nineteen or twenty years old, wearing a white mourning dress, a hemp rope tied around his waist, and a pointed hat made of burlap white cloth. His slightly curly black hair falls casually in front of his forehead, and his long black eyelashes are slightly tucked. With the laziness of a teenager.

Dressing like this can't hide her unreal appearance and the abruptness on her body.

How should I put it, it makes people feel that he is completely incompatible with this place full of decay and death, and he is more like an outsider than the two of them.

But he happened to be standing here wearing a sackcloth and filial piety, looking like he was still awake.

"Sleeping in the mourning hall, he is a filial son." Fang Yuan's lips moved slightly.

It was too obvious, as if it was not his father who died but an insignificant person.

"It seems that one or two generations older in the family, there are foreign faces. In Qingshi Town, we have never seen foreign faces along the way."

Fang Yuan said in a voice that only two people could hear,
"Also, the old man in the painting doesn't look like he could give birth to such a son. I guess he is a player."

Players come in and sleep even more harshly.

If he were in a place like this, he would never dare to close his eyes while keeping the spirit of the cheap dad in the dungeon.

Are you really afraid that when you open your eyes and see the dead man standing next to you, looking at you with a smile?

"Obviously." No one else tried to cover it up.

Jiang Qi raised her legs and walked through the door. Now she didn't even have to pretend to say a few words of condolences. She was not good at speaking in public.

Fang Yuan paused and was about to say something when he saw Jiang Qi holding three sticks of incense and lighting it on the burning paper money in the charcoal basin. He lit the incense to the deceased in a proper manner. Treating the deceased in the game copy, Jiang Qi Although he was surprised that he would sincerely express respect, he quickly followed suit and burned paper to worship.

After it was over, Jiang Qi went around to the back and stood next to the body covered with white cloth.

"What are you doing?" Fang Yuan was a little panicked.

"As a junior, I want to see the elder again." Jiang Qi tilted his head and said softly, "Or do you want to come at night?"

Fang Yuan shook his head repeatedly. Looking at the soul-calling flags blown by the wind, he felt shuddering in his heart when he smelled the scent of incense and candles. When he came to see the corpse at night, what should he do if he encountered a ghost?
Jiang Qi held a corner of the white cloth and slowly opened it. He could see that it was his cousin in the painting.

His face was blue, he had a copper coin in his mouth, and he was wearing a neat coat, exuding a cold and withered aura.

No one can escape birth, old age, illness and death.

In this situation, outsiders can feel nothing but fear and a few sighs. Only relatives can feel the pain.

She stayed there for four days and was extremely tired before she could fall asleep. As soon as she closed her eyes, her mind was filled with sad and musical melodies. A few years later, when she was lying in bed at night, she would occasionally think of that time.

"Let's go." Jiang Qi carefully covered him with a white cloth.

The mourning hall was the first place to be decorated, and no abnormality was found yet. It was impossible for her to find out how dead her cousin was after just one glance.
Judging from the face of the body, he passed away peacefully.

According to the information Butler Yu told them, the death of his cousin was very reasonable and normal.

When Jiang Qi turned around and walked out, a man in mourning clothes stepped forward and looked at her. The clean sound was like the sound of an organ in a church, "Have we met before?"

He raised his eyes, his long black eyelashes moving slightly, a bit sleepy, as if he was searching for memories in his mind.

Fang Yuan's mind was filled with little questions. This guy's pick-up skills were terrible. He hadn't even woken up yet, so he was blinding his genetic lottery appearance.

Jiang Qi: "I guess you haven't seen it before?"

She didn't think the other party was deliberately looking for a topic. There was no emotion in his eyes when he spoke.

It seemed that she just looked familiar.

No, it didn't even look familiar. The familiarity he felt had nothing to do with her appearance.

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After Jiang Qi and Fang Yuan came out of the mourning hall, they were led to the room by the servants. Butler Yu also asked someone to bring some simple food and a white cloth for Dai Xiao.

"The things at home haven't been sorted out yet, and I haven't had time to prepare anything to eat. Please make do with it first."

Jiang Qi: "You go ahead and do your work. You don't need to take care of me. I will change my clothes and go to help after a while."

"Okay, everything is put in the room for you."

After watching the servant leave, Fang Yuan said, "That player in the mourning hall is not a good person. There are others who didn't show up."

"It's almost time." Jiang Qi stirred the porridge with a calm voice. "When we came here, we didn't see anyone else. They were either the stewards at home or the clan members in the town. They will definitely come to help later."

　"truth or Dare"

　　Jiang Qi: A former temporary worker who guarded the cemetery, it was the first time he saw Xie Chaoci in the mourning hall of Horrible Ben.

　　Fang Yuan: 6
　　
　
(End of this chapter)