"Shichang, we appreciate your kindness. I understand all the rules of inking. As for the rest, you can leave it alone."

The uncle took a puff of his cigarette and glanced at him lightly: "I heard someone said that your daughter-in-law gave birth prematurely on July 15th. Thanks to midwife Liu's intervention, the mother and child were safe. Your Zhixiang is a lucky person, how can she be like this?

Yu'er, I became a scapegoat for no reason."

Although the old man didn't point it out, the meaning of his words was already clear. He Shichang was choked by his uncle's words, his face instantly turned red, and he didn't know how to respond to the other party.

"If you want to say that we have no resentment in our hearts, it is definitely impossible. When I think of my grandson who is about to be born, I can't wait to... Hey, in the final analysis, it is all caused by this blood. You can leave, and we will

The road between the two families faces the sky, each goes to one side, and they will never interact with each other until death."

The old man coughed a few times and staggered away from the river, leaving only He Shichang's lonely and desolate figure.

…

Zeng Yu was cremated and buried on the morning of the third day.

He Shichang did not dare to show his face, so he quietly asked a fellow villager with whom Murakami had good relations to help deliver the white seal, while he quietly hid on the roadside.

"The soul has returned and rests in the grave. Rise——"

Eight young and strong bearers walked out of the yard carrying the coffin.

After not seeing her for two days, He Gang's eyes were sunken, his eye circles were black, and he looked extremely haggard. He was holding his wife's portrait, like a soulless walking corpse.

He Shichang stood among the crowd, feeling very uncomfortable seeing his formerly high-spirited cousin in such a state of decline.

The funeral team came towards us, yellow paper flying all over the sky. However, when He Shichang's eyes turned to the photo in his cousin's arms, he was startled: in the photo, Zeng Yu's mouth seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and his eyes were staring straight at him.

Looking at himself, he seemed to be full of resentment.

The moment his cousin passed by him, a woman in red clothes with her head lowered and her hair disheveled appeared vaguely on the right side of his body.

He Shichang rubbed his eyes. When he wanted to confirm again, his cousin had already walked away.

In that pale funeral procession, there was nowhere to see any red clothes. It seemed that everything he had just seen was just his own hallucination.

He Shichang's heart was beating wildly, but he was thinking about what his uncle said this morning when he delivered the coffin. He and his aunt couldn't bear to let their daughter-in-law suffer after her death, so they had lit ink for her last night before sealing the coffin.

Since the ink has already been touched, nothing will go wrong.

He Shichang returned to the hospital with a worried heart.

Several nearby villages have built ancestral halls in the mountains. No one here dares to carry out burials. They all follow the same rules: after the coffin is buried, it must be pulled by a rope and hung in the village ancestral hall with the head down and the feet up.

, must not come into contact with the ground; otherwise, when the coffin falls to the ground, the deceased's house will be covered in blood.

For hundreds of years, almost all villages have been following this rule, and no one dares to violate it.

"In the final analysis, I was careless about this matter. I heard that when the coffin was being moved, a pole puller lost his hand and broke the rope, causing the coffin to fall to the ground on the spot. The coffin falling to the ground represents the heart of the deceased.

Unwilling to do so."

"I guess your cousin must have been careful at that time and secretly wiped off those ink spots before cremating the body, which turned Zeng Yu into a childbirth ghost. Now she is eyeing your sister, but it's not all my fault.

What a sin!" He Shichang said, beating his chest and stamping his feet.

Chen Zhixiang finally mended the lantern, and He Weican didn't dare to delay anymore. He took the things and pulled Li Taiyuan onto the motorcycle, and went out in a hurry.

Li Taiyuan sat behind the motorcycle, carefully protecting the lantern to prevent the candle inside from extinguishing.

Seeing He Weican speeding fast on the dark country road, he couldn't help but remind him to be careful, so as not to tell him that he was on the road before he got to his sister's house.

"It is because of me that I have been involved in so many troubles. For many years, my father has been living with guilt and cannot get out of it, and my mother has also suffered from the disease. But my sister is innocent, and she should not be involved. If you want to

To pay for your life, you should look for me..." He Weican murmured.

Li Taiyuan was indifferent to these things. Hearing He Weican talk about it, he felt extremely irritated: "Yes, this is true. Women are innocent, and those who suffer childbirth are pitiful. The only thing wrong with it is that it takes revenge on the wrong person. Photo

I think, not only you, but also your father, your uncle, your cousin, your brother-in-law, everyone should pay the price for this."

There are no male babies in the Abandoned Baby Tower, so being born a boy already has an advantage.

Since ancient times, women have always been looked down upon because of their gender, and their suffering has been downplayed and ignored. It seems that their existence and mission are to reproduce.

For women, childbirth has always been a nightmare. Even with the advancement of medicine today, many women still die in childbirth, even their own mothers.

Although he has no concern or longing for his mother, and does not even feel guilty, sometimes Li Taiyuan will have some thoughts: If he does not love the world, there is no need to be born. If he had not been born, his mother would definitely

Having a good time.

Therefore, in Li Taiyuan's opinion, human beings' obsession with passing on their own bloodline is really boring.

"If you really want to atone for your sins, don't have children in the future. Like me, if you don't get married or have children to stay safe, why would you harm others just to continue your own worthless genes?" Li Taiyuan joked.

"Well, I'm scared anyway after experiencing this kind of thing. It's still safer to be single..." Before He Weican could finish his words, he suddenly braked suddenly.

Fortunately, he had just been reminded by Li Taiyuan and had slowed down the car a lot, so nothing serious happened during the sudden stop.

Li Taiyuan tightly protected the lantern, but the huge inertia caused him to fall forward in the back seat, and his whole face hit He Weican's back hard.

Fortunately, the person didn't fly out and the lantern was fine. Li Taiyuan rubbed his swollen and painful forehead and said helplessly: "Brother, can you pay more attention when riding the bike? It's easy to send people away if you mess around like this.

OK?"

However, He Weican said nothing this time. He gripped the handlebars, his body as cold and hard as a popsicle.

In the middle of the road ahead, there was a woman with disheveled hair.

The woman had her back turned to him, wearing a loose gray robe, dancing under the bright street lights.

Her posture was very strange, her body was as soft as if her bones had been beaten. Rather than dancing, the woman's movements were more like the uncontrollable twitching of an epileptic patient.

While twisting her body, she slowly slid backwards, slowly approaching where He Weican parked his car.

Seeing this scene, He Weican immediately stiffened up, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, as if a biting cold wind had penetrated his body, making him unable to move.

"is her……"

He Weican stared straight at the back of the gray-robed woman, and memories that had been buried for a long time came to his mind again.

The strange woman in front of me was the evil spirit that I and Xiaohu met in the ruined temple on New Year's Eve that year.

Li Taiyuan stuck his head out and looked forward, and sure enough, as He Weican said, he saw that weird and twisted woman. She was tall and slender, and she was wearing a baggy and tattered old costume.

The woman waved her loose sleeves, babbling and singing a opera they didn't understand. She stepped back on tiptoes and danced closer and closer. He Weican was so close that he could even see her lumpy and oily hair. hair.

The moment the woman in gray robe approached, the originally burning candle in the lantern suddenly made a "pop" sound - under Li Taiyuan's gaze, the flame in the heart of the candle suddenly jumped more than ten centimeters, directly igniting the lamp surface. And the fire light turned into a strange green color.
Chapter completed!