Outside the tile door.

The guy in the hand of a strong man changed the cannon. I don’t know where the two rusty gongs were made. Sometimes the white songs for funerals, sometimes the red show of knots and wedding banquets. He was lively and danced and danced with awkward voice with a slightly Qin Opera from the Northeast mouth, and sang loudly: "One, what, the crows are looking for the coffin! Three lives are lined up! Mengpo soup is not enough to drink~ You sip me, I pressed my soul to run to the bridge of rebirth~ Walked across the bridge~ It will be a breeze for the next life~"

The two large tile houses on the left and right are not as good as the one in the middle. The door of the left tile house is open. The lonely ghosts from Qianli District are now like well-trained soldiers, queuing up and walking into the house of Zuowa House one by one.

Some of them, such lonely ghosts, have a peaceful face and are silently accepting them, some are unwilling but helpless, some are struggling as if they are missing all kinds of friendships during their lifetime, and some are expressionless and unable to understand whether it is good or bad after entering a door. After all, life and death are determined, and everything can only wait for the unknown to bear fruit.

The strong man was still singing happily, but the coquettish lotus steps under his feet were always on the left tile house. Wearing sunglasses could not tell whether he was happy or sad, but the singing was subtly integrated into his emotions.

In the end, the Qin Opera was gone, the Northeast accent was gone, and the lyrics disappeared completely, becoming more and more from the heart, like the hoarseness and tears after losing a close relative. The individual tone was full of sadness, as if the boundless and rootless ghost was the relative he recognized while he had no relatives.

The lonely ghosts who walked into the left tile house disappeared without a trace, as if they had never appeared on the land in the yard. Instead, wisps of black and gray gas like cigarettes floated out of the chimney on the roof of the tile house, and floated into the chimney on the top of the tile house on the right in a regular and regular manner.

A layer of golden light on the surface of the Pixiu stone statue is released from the inside out, inducing the hearts of all lonely ghosts and allowing them to walk into the paradise in their minds in a regular and hazy way.

The tunes with the strong man are in harmony with the heavenly craftsmanship.

The window of the tile house on the right is very different from the other two. The paper pasted on the window is poked into countless small holes, and the smoke from the chimney floats out from here, forming a gate that goes straight across the line to rush toward the middle tile house.

Before the gate, there seems to be a natural barrier that separates everything, which will condense the smoke into a ball, and then process it again solidifies into a small glass ball with black inside, just like the one I played in childhood.

Turn into small glass balls and roll into the middle tile house.

...

"Four two!"

Yu Xiang threw away the last four playing cards in her hand with great enthusiasm and snapped her fingers again: "Little Paozi, calculate how many chips I have won. Let's go home to clear the accounts and play with them. Who can bear it if you always win??"

"Mr.!"

I nodded and bowed with great acting skills, reached out to the chips pressed on the table, and simply cleared them: "You have won 2,500 chips in total. You haven't heard that Bear and Bear and Er have already
Chapter completed!