A group of people walked towards the so-called Aunt Li's house in a mighty manner. He Xiaotian looked at the villagers who did not doubt him and others at all, and sighed to himself that they were really a bunch of good grandchildren.

Don't get me wrong, I don't mean any disparagement.

I believe that this is the first time he has seen someone named He among his ancestors.

If it were a group of living people, they would probably have to be on guard at all times.

"There's no need for us to get involved in this kind of thing, right?" Roger followed behind and whispered.

When He Xiaotian heard this, he smiled bitterly.

You think I do!

If there was no other way, I wouldn't be like this.

The scene was restarted more than seventy times, and he took Roger for half the night in one breath.

I don't know how many miles I ran, but as soon as I saw the light, everything returned to its original state with a whoosh.

Even if he bombed Li Village to the ground, it wouldn't work.

"Oh, you don't understand."

Roger's face was sore and his asshole was tight. What the hell is this about you looking like you've gone through many vicissitudes of life?

Don't tell me, he really guessed it right.

He Xiaotian indeed experienced many vicissitudes of life in just one night.

About ten minutes later, everyone arrived at a temporary memorial shed.

There are three mourning flags outside.

The big one is three feet six, wrapped in white cloth, the sail is one foot four long and seven feet wide.

There is a white cloth strip on the left and right, seven feet long and nine inches wide. These are dismounting flags. Anyone who comes to hang his voice must dismount when he sees it.

The ritual flag on the right is two feet high.

A sail is five feet long and three feet wide, and the left and right white strips are four feet wide and two feet one inch wide.

Those who see it need to take off the jewelry they are wearing. There is a washbasin next to it.

There is also a teardrop flag, but it is very small.

The seven sails are one foot high, seven feet long and three feet wide, and the left and right white strips are one foot and three inches long.

Those who see it need to cry, so that the drum music at the door can notify the mourners to prepare for the ceremony.

It's a pity that now, where is the red tape?

Inside, it had long been a mess.

After all, if a living person suddenly disappears, who can remain calm?

Headed by the leader of Li Village, followed by a strong man carrying a sword and five or six juniors, they walked in.

The rest of the people were waiting outside, ready to go.

There is a coffin lying in the shed, and in front of the coffin is an offering table.

There were people waiting inside, and when they saw the leader of Li Village coming in, they crowded around him.

"Clan leader, you have to find my Li Ye. If he is gone, what will happen if I am left as a woman?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he started crying and crying, which made people upset.

"Nonsense, you're pregnant, who let you in?"

Seeing this, the leader of Li Village's face immediately darkened.

This mother-in-law of Li Ye's family directly violated three taboos.

First, during the wake, one should be modest and plain, no jewelry should be worn, women should not wear skirts, their hair should be disheveled, and they should not wear heavy makeup.

As a result, the other party was not only wearing a skirt, but also had makeup that looked gorgeous, like a blooming peony.

Secondly, during the wake, you should not gossip, especially the descendants should not quarrel in the memorial shed. Even if there are huge grievances, the ancestors should be allowed to live the last leg of their lives with dignity, and it will not be too late to solve the problem.

What kind of quarrel is this going on?

His face was stained with tears as he cried in front of the deceased elders. How could the deceased leave so easily?

The third is that during the wake, pregnant women are not allowed to enter the mourning hall. If they really cannot avoid it and have to go, pregnant women must wear clothes of more than five colors before they can pay filial piety to the mourner.

Take a closer look at Mrs. Li Ye. Where are the five colors?

Soon, two people came in from outside and took her out directly.

"Lao Luo, how is the decoration of this memorial shed like?"

Regarding He Xiaotian's question, Roger could only respond with silence and rolled his eyes.

What do you mean by that?

My father, Luo Feng, is still alive and well!

Didn't I just give you some spiritual energy crystals that are not of good quality? As for holding on to him all the time, I won't let you go.

"Tell me, what's going on?"

So, someone immediately stepped forward and explained the cause and effect one by one.

It turned out that there were several people accompanying the filial son of the Li family to keep vigil, but it was late at night and everyone was a little hungry.

Then a few people left to prepare food.

There was only one person left, together with Li Ye.

The man was left with abdominal pain and went to the hut.

And it was within this short period of time that after this person came back, Li Ye disappeared.

No one can be seen alive, and no body can be seen dead.

"What are the rules written? Do you guys still remember them?"

"Clan leader Hui, there must be no less than three people keeping watch. If you go to the hut, you must go together and not separate, to prevent accidents."

The head of Li Village laughed angrily when he looked at his juniors who were kneeling in front of him and chanting in a low voice.

"I know you still make mistakes!! Tomorrow, go to the ancestral hall to get fifty sticks."

"yes!"

When the younger generation heard this, his face was filled with bitterness.

Fifty sticks, and I won't be able to get out of bed for at least a month.

Even so, they are all merciful.

If the patriarch was more ruthless, he could stay in bed for half a year.

"Have you found them all?"

"I've searched everywhere, but I still haven't found any trace of Li Ye."

After the words fell, the twelve or thirteen-year-old boy who reported the news suddenly shouted.

"There is still a coffin to look for!"

"Shut up, how can the dead be easily disturbed?"

Before the leader of Li Village could speak, a group of people scolded the children, appearing extremely angry.

Because according to the records of Li Village, coffins were opened decades ago.

As a result, he transformed into a corpse and killed more than a dozen people before he could be subdued.

So no one dared to touch the coffin in the funeral shed. What if Li Ye's mother transformed into a corpse and came out and bit the big guy to death?

"Open the coffin!"

The descendants who followed the leader of Li Village walked towards the coffin and prepared to open it without saying a word.

The man carrying the knife has already held the knife in both hands, and a faint light glows on the blade to guard against sudden changes that may occur at any time.

"Let's get closer."

He Xiaotian took a few steps forward and walked forward.

Roger could only respond with a helpless smile.

Since entering Danjie, many accidents have occurred, making him very afraid of any possible dangers.

He himself wanted to stay away, but what if he was robbed again?

At least if you are closer to He Xiaotian, your safety will be more or less guaranteed.

At least when an accident happens, someone has the ability to stop it and save him.

"open!"

The four young men put their hands on the coffin lid, and then lifted it up with force.
To be continued...