Shang Wenqing turned his face, poor fiancée, from childhood was treated as a child-rearing daughter-in-law and living with himself, suffered a lot of suffering, suffered a lot of scolding, but did not marry himself, did not enjoy a day of happiness.

Shang Wenqing came to Xiao Cui, looked at the eyes lying in the coffin in the motionless fiancée, the flying knife is still inserted in her face, the police here do not dare to manage such a case, feudal superstition in the civil society is far more deeply rooted in the war, Shang Wenqing studied in Japan these years, although the main thing is their advanced culture, but also heard a lot of strange legends, like what snow woman life, he has never been unbeliever.

At this moment, his thoughts were separated by an inexplicable face mask, how willing he was, he slowly extended his hand to the flying knife, wanted to pull it out, and saw his wife for the last time.

But when he had just put his hand on the handle of the knife, the sound of the king's horn came from his ear.

"You better not do that."

Shang Wenqing was startled and looked at the king’s corner, “Why?”I just want to see her one last time.”

"From the moment she died, there was no last side."

"Yes?"Do you know how much she’s been suffering in my house over the years?”Shang Wenqing looked at her beloved woman with tears, "It's nice to say, she is my child's daughter-in-law, my wife, but whether it is her parents or brother-in-law take her as a person, even the cook who cooks the fire takes her as a hard worker, she is just a girl who is pitiful, when I left, I wanted to take her with me, but I did not have the ability to even leave, I did not even have the opportunity to live, I didn't even want to live, I wanted to learn to return, but I could take her to stand up, but I didn't expect to take her home, but I didn't expect to take her home, but I didn't expect to be able to live, but I didn't expect to take her home, but I didn't expect to live, I didn't want to take her home, but I didn't expect to take her home.“The

Wang patted him on the shoulder, "There are more than ten thousand poor people in the world, in this turbulent era of the whole country, living is a luxury, perhaps dead but a kind of relief."

“Freed?Do you know anything?”

Wang 角 hesitated for a moment, but immediately calmed down, "I am just an ordinary person who keeps the righteous village, and I am used to living and dying, so I will have this feeling."

"Yes?"That...” Shan Wenqing looked at his wife in the coffin again, “Then why can’t you pull out the flying knife?”

"This flying knife has a characteristic texture, it is said that it is the favorite face of the dragon five life, he often took out three flying knives, used to worship, because the singing is to tell some of the ancients, so before singing worship, always give some respect to the ancients."

“Wouldn’t you say he killed my whole family to show respect for my whole family?”

“Of course not, don’t you be so excited?”Wang Wu saw that Shang Wenqing's mood was out of control, and immediately calmed down, "He used a flying knife to set the mask to prevent the mask from falling off, so as to seal the soul of the deceased, otherwise the wronged person could not put down his grievances and turned into a ghost, and the consequences were unimaginable."

“By what?”Then he whispered a word.

“What do you say?”

“What do I say?Why can he be by his own grievances, want to kill, and kill, but the person who is killed can only swallow, silently accept, even if he was a miserable poor person, but it is a long time ago, why is it so long ago.His eyes were firm, and he looked at the mask on the face of the little verdant.

Pull out the knife and remove the mask.

No more thinking, just sleep.

3) Run out of the village.

Cancel the interaction.

If according to the words of the king's horn, then the disapproval of pulling out the knife must be dead, and hiding in Yizhuang is to guard the first seven of Xiao Cui, the most dangerous place is the safest place, so the two options of 1 and 3 must be wrong, it seems that you can only go to sleep directly.

Sleeping?Not right either?

When Shang Wenqing just wanted to choose 2, suddenly thought of a thing, it is said that the first seven of the first night, the night watchman can not sleep, but in the end there is no such statement, he himself is not clear.

Is it?

Shang Wenqing ignored the king's horn's dissuasion, held the handle of the knife tightly with his hand, used the strength to eat milk, pulled out the hilt, the blood spilled out, covered with the mask, this move frightened the king's horn next to him, he was scared to run out of the village, then a cloudy wind blew, the door of the village was closed fiercely, and he could not open it.

Shang Wenqing also felt that something was wrong, but since the knife had been pulled down, he took down Xiao Cui's mask, but found that the mask was actually tightly glued together with Xiao Cui's face, and it was not easy to take it down at all.

How could it be?

Wang horn began to cry hysterically, "No, don't take off the mask, or we'll all die."

Looking at the king's corner being scared and lost, Shan Wenqing did not know whether he should break the last thought.

At this time, in the game, a hand icon suddenly appeared on the mask, that is to say,

Shang Wenqing held the mask and desperately pulled it out, but the mask and face were too sticky, he could only pedal the side of the coffin with his feet, and then pulled it out.

It took a lot of effort to finally tear down the mask, and he even saw that the mask was still covered with a little flesh.

Close to the coffin and look inside, this...

Xiao Cui has long been beyond recognition, the whole face is even masked, have been pulled down by Shang Wenqing, full of blooded face can even see a layer of muscle fibers, eyes are open, dead looking at Shang Wenqing.

The whole Yizhuang began to shake violently, the window was windless and self-closing, and the central spiritual position fell to the ground, even if the Lord Zhong Hao could not be held back, and the coffins of other family members fell to one side one after another.

Wang Huan still could not open the door of the village, he looked at Shang Wenqing, "Tell you not to move the mask, you can kill me."

The fallen coffin suddenly had an antagonist, and Shang Wenqing turned to look at the past.

I saw the bodies of those families slowly climbed up, standing in the same place, hands on both sides, and the mask on the face looked particularly scary, red Guan Gong, white raped, long-suffering old, clean-faced flowers, at this moment all looking at Shang Wenqing, as if a 19 people's big play, and Shang Wenqing is the only human in this ghost drama.

He was sweating, sitting on the ground, but the sound of Peking Opera sounded in his ear, especially clear and harsh in the quiet night, almost like the sound of hell, urging the dying to go on the road as soon as possible.

Just when he was too scared to move, a hand behind him suddenly put on the shoulder of Shang Wenqing, Shang Wenqing did not dare to look at the past, but still couldn't help but glance, just a glance, saw a white hand, painted red nails on his hands, not simple red, but with blood stained red.

The hand was on the shoulders of the shanwenqing, slowly leaning toward his neck.

This creepy touch has not yet waited for him to adapt, the other white hand also touched from the other side, two hands from the neck of the still clear slowly leaning toward the face, and his directly above also feel a hint of itching, this is the hair hanging touch.

Shang Wenqing swallowed the water, only to see a flesh-and-blood face slowly drooping from the front of his eyes, eyes without eyelids straight hooked to look at themselves.

Am I going to die?

Shang Wen was trembling all over.

The slowly drooping face was slightly opened, "I heard... you want to see me... finally ... the last side."

“Oh ~~”

Suffice it to scream and wake up.

Everything that had just happened was a dream.

Shang Wenqing thought he was dead this time, but he did not expect that such a long space was just a dream, but this dream was too scary.

"What?"Have a nightmare?”Wang horn looked at the cold sweat of Shang Wenqing, and looked at him who was scared to wake up.

The sky was already bright, and Shang Wenqing wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, exhaled a few breaths, and adjusted his frightened heart, "Well, nightmare, scare me to death."

Wang 角 looked at him doubtfully, “Do you really want to keep watch for your family?”

“Of course.”

"Then did you know that the night watchman could not sleep on the first night, otherwise your family would think that if you did not respect them, you would trouble you in your dreams."

“Is that what else to say?”

“It’s been a custom ever since, don’t you know?”

"I don't know, I didn't touch this when I was studying in Japan."

“Oh, all right.”Wang horn shook his head helplessly, "But there are only eight of the 20 bodies here, and the other 12 have been seven days away.

He looked at the body of his family and couldn’t say enough to be sour and helpless.

Bury 12 bodies that have passed the first seven to the back mountain.

Cremate 12 bodies that have passed the first seven and then bury them in the back hill.

Do not do anything about 12 bodies that have passed the first seven.

Cancel the interaction.

Buried the body?It should be cremated first, right?It is only when the Republic of China seems that cremation is not particularly common, and this cremation does not seem to be done by ordinary people.

The cremation gestures the soul to fly away, in the past are all the most heinous or oppressed people, in order to die not in hell to suffer, and choose a way to send people away, now of course not so much attention, but the Republic of China period of time.

Shang Wenqing thought for a moment, "Don't deal with it first, I want to wait for Xiao Cui to finish the first seven, the family together into the soil."

"Ah, so, it's not impossible, but you see that the first few corpses have rotted very badly, and the taste is a little heavy, and I think it's better to deal with it first."

Shang Wenqing looked at Wang Huan with some guilt, "Brother Wang角, I can't stand it, I will pay you more money, please wait a little, please."

"It's not a matter of money."Wang horn looked at Shang Wenqing, and there was some insgiving eyes, and he was not a hard-hearted person, and he was a little impatient, and he nods his head and promised, "That's okay, but first say yes, when your fiancée has finished the first seven, you must immediately carry them all."

"Well, thank you, Big Brother Wang.

The first night passed like this, recalling the dream of last night, Shang Wenqing still had some languor, looking at the face mask on Xiao Cui's face, but more curious about the appearance of the mask.