The two of them were two feet apart, walking along the beach one by one and the other behind, with one by one, talking nonsense. They paused from time to time, accompanied by long silence.

Chu Fan walked quickly, so he stopped and waited for a few breaths.

The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the blue waves are vast.

He leaned over and grabbed a pebble, and held the palm tightly with his five fingers. It was strong, cool, irritating, and the fine gravel brought a little numbness and itch. This full feeling could not be false.

They had their own thoughts, walked slowly through the winding beach, passed through a narrow valley, and climbed up a hillside dozens of feet high.

Below is a bay, with no one on the empty beach. A circle of three meters square radius was formed with stones in the middle, and firewood piled up three feet in the circle.

Chu Fan pointed to the pile of firewood and asked.

"What's that?"

Wang Hu lowered his head and sighed, "Huo Bin... hide here and watch slowly, you will know later..."

Behind the beach are continuous hills, and a vague sound comes from a stick of incense, which is short and neat.

"...There are Bagua in the sky, and the five directions in the ground... Clean the ground in front of the hall, and three incense sticks of golden furnace..."

This is to ask God to open the way!

The tone changes, the desolate sound ripples in the air, stacking layer by layer like waves, gradually fading...

A long white flag poked out.

...

The soul is back!

What are the four directions when you leave your constant sect?

Leave the joy of yours and be more ominous.

...

The soul is back! You are so supreme.

...

Return! I'm afraid of being more dangerous.

...

The eyes are thousands of miles away, and the heart of spring is sad.

The soul returns, mourns the south of the Yangtze River!

...

An old man walked out first, wearing a tattered green Taoist robe and a square south China scarf. He sang while walking, and took out paper money from the cross-body cloth bag and threw it away.

Following closely behind was a strong man holding up the soul-guiding banner.

Four young men fought against a wooden board and came to the beach and put them on the pile of firewood.

A corpse was lying on the board, with a black scarf on his face and a sackcloth covered with a body. The soul-guiding banner was deeply inserted in front of the pile of stones, and a white cloth was spread out in front of the banner, and a cup of tea, a glass of wine, and a bowl of rice were placed.

The whole set of rituals is simple and solemn, not very standardized.

Logically, the person who raised the banner should be a filial son, but he inserted it into the sand and ran back to the crowd. In addition, no one held the spirit card, and there were many processes and memorial objects missing.

Some people stuffed oil-soaked wood chips, dead grass, shredded paper and other fire-torn objects under the pile, while others placed worn cotton wool and clothes onto the pile, including a dark brown hatchet stained with blood.

The old Taoist brought out a small bowl, which contained only a little clean oil that had just covered the bottom of the bowl. After lit the wick, it was placed flat at the feet of the deceased.

This is "lighting the street lights". When the deceased leaves the other world, it will illuminate the road to the underworld.

The old Taoist shi's two fingers clamped the soul-guiding bell and shaking, and it is fast and slow. The feet are moving slanted and then retreat, and go left and right, like a snake walking around the pile of firewood for three weeks.

A woman over 50 years old led two women to cry, placed the white paper flowers on her head on the chest of the deceased, followed the old Taoist three times, and came to the banner to light three incense sticks.

The crowd stepped forward in sequence, circled the firewood piles, and threw the white paper flowers in their hands into their bodies.

A child was hugged by an adult and dared not look at it. He threw the paper flowers in his hand. He was slapped hard and cried. Then the adult covered his mouth and twisted his head desperately.

The crowd was numb and sad, and a large area was covered with densely packed on the beach, like mud figurines and puppets.

The scene was silent, and only three women were crying quietly.

This is a circle of crescent-shaped bays. Chu Fan and Wang Hu are hiding at a high ground at a sharp corner. Clusters of human heads appear on another sharp corner more than 500 meters away opposite.

The crowd of people who were paying tribute was very turbulent, and they ignored it afterwards. The people who appeared above did not take action and watched quietly.

It turned out that the bandits wanted to rob Yu Haihua as the wife of the village. They killed her brother Yushu yesterday and left a message. They had to get into the sedan chair after the memorial service.

The weather is hot and the body should not be parked. If it is rotten, the souls of the deceased cannot rest in peace.

"...Look, on the corner opposite there is a man from Wudai in the Evil Tiger Village... The woman at the front is called Lin Siniang, and the two daughters behind are called Yu Haihua and the younger one is called Yu Linglong... Our family is all over the world and we are willing to revenge, but this time we can't do anything. We watched Yushu be beaten to death until he died, and we felt sad..."

Wang Hu was nagging, but there was no answer beside him. He turned his head strangely and was shocked.

I saw Chu Fan lying in the grass, digging into the soil with both hands, his eyes wide open, his head was sweating like a spring, and the heat was steaming.

Wang Hu asked urgently:

"Xiao, Xiao Zhuangshi, what's wrong with you?"

Chu Fan's face was twisted, he gasped and said in a trembling voice:

"…Huh…I want to go down and see who is dead?"

His eyesight was extraordinary, and he could see the face of everyone below clearly, even counting the number of eyebrows.

The jade sea flowers are clearly the jade sea flowers.

The old Taoist who summoned the soul was clearly Duanmu, the middleman who fought with the Haisha Gang and the Haido Gang.

Although I could not see the dead face, a familiar feeling appeared in my heart. Maybe I had met him.

Damn, the whole time and space are in chaos...

"You are crazy, the people of Uday are staring at the slope, don't act rashly..."

Wang Huxun rushed to the side and grabbed Chu Fan's wrist.

Chu Fan was not good at using strong power, so he raised his wrist and slowly opened the opponent's tiger's mouth. However, Wang Hu wiped his arm down and grabbed the belt.

If you really want to fight, Wang Hu is no match.

But Chu Fan saw that the situation became more and more strange and absurd, and hesitated.

As the two were entangled, a raging fire ignited. Amid the "crackling" explosion, the three women made a stern sound. Lin Siniang was about to throw herself into the fire, but was pulled by her daughter and several women.

Chu Fan and Wang Hu looked at each other, let go of their hands at the same time, and stared blankly below.

The old Taoist slowly stepped on the seven-star steps under his feet, stopped three steps and muttered something. He circled the fire again and scattered all the yellow paper money left in the cloth bag.

The steaming heat waves were swept up with paper ash, and were blown by the sea breeze, and they all fell, like black butterflies flying all over the sky.

The white banner caught fire, and after a while, the soul-guiding banner broke.

, and it also helps the wind and burns very quickly.

After two incense sticks, only ashes and Mingmiao charcoal fire remained in the stone circle.

An old man walked out of the front row of the crowd, directing four people to shovel the ashes, bones and hatchets into the sea with a dustpan, and poured them into the sea. Someone accidentally touched the hot stone and jumped aside in pain.

In just a while, even the bottom layer of sand was removed, and the stones in the circle were discarded into the sea. The four of them dialed the sand outside the circle and poured it in, smoothing the surface with their feet. The whole process was very skillful.

Soon, the scene was clean. There were only scattered ashes like black butterflies, still floating tirelessly, falling down to the beach, the sea, and shoulders.

The memorial service is finally over.

The chaotic gongs and drums suddenly rang out, and the gongs were beaten randomly.

The group of people on the top of the cliff lined up in two rows, carrying a simple flower sedan dressed in red and green.

Everyone on the beach retreated in a panic like a tide. The three women cried and stood in front of them alone.
Chapter completed!