The years of reselling the haunted house

Chapter 545
If Hu Youyu really wants to pay a sky-high price, then I can't make the decision. I don't have that much money myself, and even if I did, it's impossible to give him that much money.

But I didn't expect that he only wanted 5 yuan.

It seems that we have somewhat misunderstood the Hu family and his son. They are indeed a little domineering and their means are a little inferior.However, they are also forced by life, so they had to come up with such a way to extort more money.But the duty and simplicity of their origin in the farming family have not changed.He thinks that 5 yuan is enough to improve the living conditions of his family.

Such a thing is unlikely to happen in a modern city.But in that closed mountain village, this thing really happened before my eyes.

I nodded: "Old man, I promise you. I will raise money after I go back."

Hu Youyu nodded, and didn't ask us for any evidence, so the matter just passed.

Afterwards, after the matter here was over, I prepared 10 yuan for the Hu family when I went back.It's not how noble I am, but it's from my heart. In fact, in my heart, the money is far from being able to make up for the pain of losing my son.I can only try my best to make up for Hu Youyu, at least it can make me feel at ease.

Later, the old booth really found a cemetery for Hu Ermeng. After the burial, Hu's family went smoothly, and life really improved greatly.This also made Hu Youyu, who did not believe in this way, firmly believe in the theory of feng shui reincarnation, and burn incense and chant scriptures at home every day.His temperament has also changed a lot, and he has done a lot of good deeds for the people in the village, because he firmly believes that doing good deeds can accumulate blessings for himself and his family.

At that time, the matter of Hu Youyu and his son was settled, and all that remained was to bury the evil corpse.This is the most important thing for the old stall to deal with.

The old stall head first put the mask in his hand on the evil corpse again.Let the evil corpse become his own appearance again.

A burial ceremony followed.Fortunately, despite these accidents, the time of burial was not delayed.

Since the coffin had been destroyed by the evil corpse, it was necessary to transfer the corpse from the ground to the burial place that Lao Tantou had hoped in advance.

This requires people to carry the corpse, which is a custom that has been passed down for a long time.After a person dies in a foreign country, he must first return to his hometown. After returning to his hometown, he must put it in a coffin. If there is no coffin, someone must carry the body for burial.Other methods, such as lifting the corpse, are not acceptable.So there is another profession in the world called corpse bearer.

Corpse-carrying people have their own set of professional taboos and procedures, and they are specialized in such matters as returning corpses to their hometowns and burying corpses.

Of course, with such a short distance today, there is no need to find a professional corpse bearer.The old stall was going to carry the evil corpse to the burial place.

The little fly wanted to recite it for the master, but was stopped by the old stall: "You children, don't get involved in this kind of thing. Not everyone can recite the corpse. It requires a special horoscope and a special physique, otherwise Carrying the corpse may lead to bad luck for the rest of your life. If you don’t do it, you may even suffer a serious illness.”

The old stall carried the evil corpse on its back, and the little fly continued to open the way ahead.It's just that the bone-hunting lamp in his hand has gone out at some point.

Only after I asked Little Fly did I know that the flame that just sprang out from the woods and attacked the evil corpse was emitted by the old stall with the light of the bone-seeking lamp.The flame in the bone-seeking lamp is the kindling drawn from a hundred-year-old stove, and it can be introduced into the bone-seeking lamp after 49 consecutive days of burning.It also has a fairly strong restraint effect on evil spirits.

Hearing this, I feel that there are people beyond people, and there is a sky beyond the sky, and I will inadvertently learn things that I have never heard before.

The old stall specially asked Sha Qiang to follow, and our group came to the tomb that the old stall had found before.

It is indeed a place with good mountains and rivers, and under the auspices of the old stall, the evil corpse was buried.From the beginning to the end, the evil corpse wore the face of the old stall.And I noticed that in addition to burning a lot of paper money for the evil corpse, the old stall also burned a lot of talisman papers.There are many things densely written on those talisman papers, but I can be sure that they are not runes.

At the same time, the old stall owner asked the little fly to recite a long section of sacrificial oration from beginning to end.Little Fly's cadence and hesitation, even when he was reciting the sacrificial oration, he had a good look.In the end, the old man pierced his middle finger, dripped three drops of blood on the burial ground, and then erected a high grave at the burial ground, with soul banners inserted in front of the grave.

After the burial was over, the old stall stood in front of the grave for a long time, thinking deeply.

It wasn't until the little fly reminded him that he came to his senses.He first approached Shaqiang, forcing him to kowtow a few times in front of the grave and burn a wad of paper money.

After the burial was over, the old stall head went back to the village.Sha Qiang and Hu Youyu took turns carrying Hu Ermeng's body back home.We didn't care about their funeral affairs, we went straight back to the old stall's house.

The mourning hall in the old stall's house is still there, but it feels particularly awkward when we meet again at this time.This burial not only did not bury the old stall, but brought back a living old stall.It sounds like a game.

The old stall owner also knew our doubts, and after simply explaining the matter to the little fly, he led us to his room.

At this time, it was already afternoon. Since I came down from the mountain, I found that the spirit of the old stall seemed to be much worse.After entering the room, he even lay on the bed directly, his face pale and miserable.

"Master Tan, are you alright?" I asked.

The old stall owner shook his head, and asked me with a smile: "How about it, do you miss my pancakes? Shall I make some more pancakes for you?"

I remember the last time we came to Fuyang Mountain, and after the matter was resolved, we ate a pancake at the old stall's house that he made by himself.It has to be said that the hands of the old stall head are not only good at picking bones, but also have excellent skills in making pancakes.It's just that when you are eating his pancakes, don't think that they are spread out with the hands of picking bones.

I waved my hand: "Master Tan, there's still time to eat the pancakes. If you're okay, you should explain the matter to us brothers. We are completely ignorant now."

Unexpectedly, the old stall owner sighed, looked out the window to look at the sky, and said: "Then you will not be lucky, and I am afraid that you will never have the chance to eat pancakes from the stall master."

I didn't realize anything yet, so I just smiled and said, "What? Mr. Tan, you want to close the mountain..."

The old stall owner waved his hand: "Then let's not talk about pancakes. Let's talk about things..."

I nodded and found that there was a lot of sweat on the old stall's forehead. He was holding a towel and kept wiping it.

(End of this chapter)