Haiting was wiping his face with a towel. Outside the gate of Aunt Feng's house, there was a rustling sound of many people walking from far to near. Haiting walked to the door curiously, and looked out from the crack of the door that opened the door. He only looked at it and staggered backwards, almost sitting on the ground.

"What are you doing?"

"Outside...someone..." Haiting stared at the door with a look of horror, and said stammeringly.

Mo Chen put down the basin in confusion, walked to the gate of the yard in three or two steps, and glanced at the crack in the door. This small village is not as good as the city, with few street lights. At this hour, basically every household turns off the lights and sleeps, so Mo Chen's vision is very bad. Through the crack in the door, you can see it vaguely, and people keep flashing, as if they are just passing by their door.

"What are you doing?" Fan Tong asked behind him. Haiting flamboyantly wrapped the towel around his neck and retracted it to Fan Tong. Just like doing this, he could find a lot of security.

Mo Chen casually responded, "I didn't see clearly." Then, he glanced at the courtyard wall. At the base of the courtyard wall to the west, there were dead tree forks about one meter high. Mo Chen walked up and tried it with his feet, which was quite solid.

Mo Chen moved the edge of the wall with both hands, stepped on the pile of dead trees, and rushed upwards, climbing onto the wall.

At this moment, when looking out, it was brightly lit.

Indeed, there were many people who were neatly lined up in two rows and passed by the door in an orderly manner. Every few people would hold torches. Mo Chen just passed through the crack of the door, and his vision was limited. What he really saw was the position of the shoulders of the people passing by.

This group of people, when they saw it, should be a funeral or funeral team. Everyone was wearing white mourning clothes, and the people in the front were holding up the soul-summoning banner. The people behind him threw paper money into the air from time to time.

What surprised Mo Chen was that the mourning team looked very strange. No one could see a sad expression on his face whenever he walked through Mo Chen's sight, and no one could cry. Not only that, Mo Chen even felt that these were like someone who had been hired to make up the number of people, and everyone had no intention of doing anything, as if they were just lined up and followed the people in front of him to perform some kind of ritual.

"Who?" Fan Tong asked curiously, and wanted to come over. When he saw what happened, Haiting suddenly grabbed her clothes and shook his head.

Mo Chen kept lying on the wall and looked outside without saying anything. After looking at it for a while, there was no clue about these people who looked a little strange, so Mo Chen simply stopped looking.

Just as he was about to jump off the pile of firewood, the tail of the mourning team just came over. There were eight young and strong men in the tail, carrying a wide board together, with a mat on it, and a man lying straight on it.

The man was wearing a dark blue shroud, and Mo Chen's gaze was caught by him. Generally speaking, the funeral team carried large portraits or held a urn, which was common sense. How could anyone directly carry the body? Is this the custom here?

However, just as the corpse was about to pass through Mo Chen's sight, a terrifying scene suddenly happened...

The carcass was being carried suddenly turned his head stiffly, opened his eyes, and looked straight at Mo Chen. In this life and death, the two of them looked at each other, and Mo Chen's heart was about to jump out of his throat.

The dead body looked pale, and blood seemed to flash in its scarlet eyes, and a faint desire burst out from its sockets.

However, this is not the most terrifying thing. What made Mo Chen's scalp numb was that the face was so familiar, and even every tiny expression of his was so the same, because it was not someone else, but Mo Chen's own face!!

Mo Chen felt a flash in front of him, his feet were unstable, and he staggered down the pile of firewood, fortunately standing by the wall.

"What's wrong with you?" Fan Tong held Mo Chen and asked with concern. Mo Chen waved his hand without saying anything. He pointed to the east room. Fan Tong understood and helped him with his arm, returned to the room, and locked the door.

After calming down, Mo Chen told the scene he had just seen to the two of them.

Haiting sighed, "It's so scary! I don't sleep at night, where is this going to make a fuss?" He just commented and complained to the mourning team as if he didn't hear Mo Chen's words.

Since he got off the wall, Mo Chen kept his face dark. Fan Tong reached out and shook his hand in front of Mo Chen's eyes. Mo Chen then came to his senses and looked at her. Fan Tong comforted him and said, "Don't think too much, maybe you've misunderstood. It's dark here."

Mo Chen nodded and said nothing. Haiting then realized that he should comfort Mo Chen and said to Feng'er, "That's right, Lao Mo, you! He just likes to think about it all day long. It's so dark, and he said, "Can you see the dead face clearly? I'm afraid it's really hard to tell whether it's a man or a woman!"

Mo Chen was also a little uncertain when Fan Tong and the other two persuaded each other every word. The face he saw at that time was his own illusion, perhaps it was just because the body of the corpse was very similar to him.

As for the strange mourning team, I believe that I will know what happened tomorrow morning when I ask Aunt Feng.

There was only one big kang in the east room. Fan Tong insisted on living with Mo Chen and the others, so he could only sleep with Mo Chen and the other two. Having been disturbed by the mourning team just now, Haiting was a little scared and clamored to sleep by the wall, saying that this was a sense of security. Fan Tong also agreed with this statement, so the kang was divided into two halves, with the most half asleep Mo Chen and Haiting, and Fan Tong beside the other wall.

In order to avoid being asleep, Mo Chen accidentally offended Fan Tong, so he simply found a quilt that was not available on the bed and rolled it up, crossing it between himself and Fan Tong, acting as a dividing line.

Everyone had just lie down, and Haiting chatted with Fan Tong without hesitating between Mo Chen and asked Fan Tong why she didn't want to sleep with Aunt Feng.

In the darkness, Fan Tong said, "Actually, it's all about being afraid of... I just don't get used to sleeping with strangers."

Haiting laughed secretly, "Emma, ​​I'm quite moved when you say this! At least to you, we are yours." As he said that, Haiting pushed Mo Chen, "Is that right? His own people."

Mo Chen deliberately pretended to be asleep and made a soft puff sound. He knew that no matter what he said at this time, he would only get one result. It was like giving Haiting a help, which could make Haiting nag endlessly.

There was nothing to say all night. The next day, before Mo Chen and the others got up, they were faintly awakened by a smell of food. After washing and cleaning up, they were called to the main house by Aunt Feng to have dinner.

Mo Chen asked about the funeral team last night, "Aunt, I'll take the initiative to ask, "Who has anyone passed away recently?"

Aunt Feng looked at Mo Chen with a look of surprise, wondering why he asked like this, "No! What's wrong?"

Mo Chen told me what he saw last night, but he did not mention it again. The face of the corpse was him.
Chapter completed!