Early next morning.

Zi Village.

The village chief's house.

Qiao Ciguang arrived with Shi Wanli and four junior sisters.

Originally, she wanted to come here alone, but considering yesterday's experience, if she was not around and Shi Wanli and the four junior sisters were in danger again, they might not have good luck again.

So I simply took the five of them with me.

The affairs in the house were temporarily handed over to Fairy Yumeng.

"Good morning, foreigner." The old man with white beard and white hair heard the noise, looked around in the house, immediately put down what he was doing, and came out to greet him.

His attitude was much warmer than yesterday, and he seemed to be very grateful to Qiao Ciguang and others.

Qiao Ciguang was a little confused, but business was important, so he immediately asked: "May I ask when the funeral will start? If we want to watch the ceremony and pay a memorial service, is there anything we need to pay attention to?"

The village chief said: "Girl, don't worry, the funeral will not start until noon. However, it is best not to enter the house of the master's house if you are not related to it. If you want to watch the ceremony, you can do it anywhere. When they are ready, The funeral procession will pass by the door of every house in the village."

"Just remember, girl, not to have any contact with the team, let alone speak."

Qiao Ciguang nodded thoughtfully. They did not go directly to Old Xu's house where the funeral was held early in the morning. Instead, they came to find the village chief. This was because Shi Wanli entered Old Xu's house yesterday and the trouble happened.

"Stay here now." She immediately sent a message to Shi Wanli and the four junior sisters, "We will follow the funeral procession when it passes by."

When the five people heard this, they all nodded calmly.

So, at the invitation of the village chief, they sat down in the main room and chatted with the village chief.

It's just that the village chief has a very strict tone of voice, and all he talks about is farm gossip. He never mentions the origin of the village, or even the affairs of the village...

At this moment, the door of Lao Xu's house is closed, and the green couplets are as bright as new.

An old woman with a hunched back, carrying a bamboo basket covered with black cloth, and four men dressed in different styles staggered to the door.

This old woman is the mourner who lives along the river.

These four men were casual cultivators specially selected by Fairy Yu Meng. They were still boys and their cultivation levels were only in the Qi-training stage.

At the moment, these four casual cultivators still don’t know what happened yesterday. Fairy Yu Meng only told them that it was Qiao Zhen’s order to follow the mourning woman here!

This floating island is too weird. Originally, there was a huge gap in real strength between their casual cultivators and the disciples of the big sect.

Not to mention, none of them have even established a foundation yet.

Now only the students who firmly follow Su Zhentian can have a chance of survival.

Naturally, I dare not disobey Qiao Ciguang's order now, and Su Zhentian is a well-known and righteous person with a good reputation, and has never had a history of harming casual cultivators.

Therefore, they dared to take the risk to come.

The door was right in front of her, but the mourning woman had no intention of pushing it in. Instead, she carefully put down the bamboo basket in her hand, then uncovered the black cloth and took out a pair of living geese.

The feathers of this pair of wild geese are bright, and their entire bodies are tightly tied with woven colorful silk tapes. Even their beaks are wrapped several times, making them unable to sing.

The mourning woman looked solemn and slightly nervous.

She held the pair of wild geese in both hands, placed them gently on the threshold in front of the closed door, and took out two bells from her arms. The bells were stuffed inside and could not make any sound.

At this moment, the mourning woman pulled out the stuffed fabric, hung the bell on the goose's neck, and then whispered: "Kneel down."

As he said that, he took the lead and made a "plop" sound, knelt down, bowed deeply, and directly touched his forehead to the ground.

The four casual cultivators looked at each other in shock when they saw this, but soon they followed suit and knelt down on the ground, pressing their foreheads to the mud.

After a while, I heard the gentle ringing of bells.

It seemed like someone was fiddling with it carelessly, and then the bell became louder and louder, even starting to be mixed with the painful calls of wild geese.

The four casual cultivators were secretly shocked. How did the wild geese sing when their beaks were tied?

They wanted to look up, but they thought of the strangeness of the village and didn't dare.

After a long time, the sound of the bells and the chirping of wild geese gradually disappeared. The mourning woman waited for a while, until she heard the door creak open, and then she breathed a sigh of relief, climbed up and said: "Okay, let's go in.

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"Mother-in-law, what is this?" The four casual cultivators stood up and glanced across the threshold, only to see that the wild geese and bells had disappeared. Instead, a few blood-stained feathers fell on the threshold, making their pupils shrink.

The four of them looked at each other and asked tentatively.

The mourning woman sighed and said: "This is the rule in the village. You cannot break into the vacant house unless the vacant house invites you..."

"Otherwise, whoever enters the old Xu family will die."

She didn't mean to explain in detail, shook her head, crossed the threshold and walked into the house.

The four casual cultivators frowned, but still followed.

The mourning woman did not stay in the main house, but went straight to the backyard with a clear goal.

In the backyard, three coffins were placed quietly.

She was not surprised by this scene. She put down the bamboo basket in her hand and took out a baggage. After opening it, she found a bright red wedding dress, two sets of water-red dresses, and some rouge for decoration.

Gouache and the like.

"You open the lid of the coffin, and I will arrange their appearance for them." The mourning woman picked up the hairpin ring and told the four casual cultivators.

The casual cultivators had no reaction to the corpses. After all, as cultivators, they saw a lot of dead people, and the corpses of mortals did not interest them at all.

But I was quite surprised when I saw what she had in her hand. Wearing a red wedding dress for the funeral? Wearing a hairpin, garland, and beads?

However, at the urging of the mourning woman, the four of them opened the lids of the three coffins and watched as the mourning woman applied makeup and powder to the bodies in the coffins.

Her movements were very skillful, and her hands and feet were not as nimble as an old man of her age, but her expression, despite her efforts to conceal it, still revealed a hint of nervousness and fear.

The four casual cultivators stood aside, watching this scene, feeling slightly awe-inspiring. They felt that this task was not as light-hearted as Fairy Yumeng said...

It's just that now, they don't dare to leave without permission.

At this moment, the mourning woman said: "The makeup is done. You guys help me up. It's time to comb my hair."

As she spoke, she took out a comb inlaid with gold and precious stones from her bag. The comb was about the size of a palm, and its gorgeousness was incompatible with her hands covered with age spots and the simple environment around her.

So much so that the four casual cultivators couldn't help but take a second look, and soon discovered that there were many runes engraved on the comb, which turned out to be a magic weapon!

A magic weapon can appear in such a place!

Moreover, in the hands of an old mortal woman with no cultivation skills?

The four casual cultivators were greedy for a moment. They calmed down after their eyes touched the three mortal corpses. They exchanged glances with each other and decided to wait until the mourning was completed before making any plans.

At this time, the mourning woman stood behind the little girl who was first helped up. While combing her withered and yellow hair with a magic comb, she sang in a crying voice: "One comb to the end of the hair, two combs to the white hair." "Three combs will bring children and grandchildren all over the land, four combs will always be married, five combs will bring harmony to the family, six combs will bring blessings to the family, seven combs will bring good fortune and avoid misfortune, eight combs will make a lot of money, nine combs will bring you all kinds of food, and ten combs will have no taboos."
Chapter completed!