Chapter 84: Old Wang's Funeral

  Xiangqi City, this is a relatively simple small county town, and the origin of the county's name is only because when this county was still in a village scale, it produced a Xiangqi general.

  But it seems that in people's eyes, the proud cavalry general of that time was more proud than the county head of Laoshezi nowadays.

  The name of Yongji Castle has also been retained and never changed.

  Although they had planned to leave Suzhou as soon as possible, Du Shilin and his four companions stayed for two more days due to various reasons.

  For two days, forty-eight hours, Chen Zhou Yun's brain was almost all poisoned by alcohol, without a sober moment.

  They finally arrived at Junji City. Chen Zhouwen let out a big sigh and rubbed his forehead with one hand, seemingly still feeling some pain from the hangover. With the lesson learned from Su County, none of them had announced their arrival in Junji City beforehand.

  The architecture of Junma City has a somewhat ancient style, and it is also not very well developed. Most of the houses are still old houses, and the entire county town only has a few sparse high-rise buildings.

  The place where the five of Du Sulin stayed this time was a humble, barely clean hotel. The landlady, Song Jie, was a middle-aged woman in her forties or fifties, but she still had an air of elegance about her, and her eyebrows and eyes showed that she must have been a stunning beauty in her youth.

  "Sister Song, why are there so few people on the streets today?" Back at the hotel, Haizi couldn't help but ask the landlady about the doubts in his heart.

  Today, the city of Jiaozhou seems to be particularly hot. Even wearing a thin long shirt makes people feel somewhat sweltering. There weren't many customers during the day. Song sister was leaning against the back of the chair, dozing off. Her eyes opened and closed, revealing a hint of fatigue. Listening to Haozi's question, she raised her hand to cover her mouth and let out a yawn, lazily saying: "Today is the funeral of Old Wang's family, so there are hardly any households on the street coming out to move around, fearing it would be inauspicious."

  "This is so unlucky... Are you still superstitious in this modern age?" Hǎozi muttered under his breath.

  Song's ears seemed to be extremely good, seeing the puzzled expression on Hua Zi's face, she couldn't help but sigh and say: "You are outsiders, it's better not to pay too much attention to things in the city, Old Wang's family..." She paused for a moment, her expression becoming somewhat unnatural. "In short, it's best not to go out today!" She waved her hand with some impatience, unwilling to mention more about Old Wang's family.

  Hao Zi wanted to ask more, but was stopped by Du Si Lin's light cough. Hao Zi looked at Du Si Lin and understood the meaning in her eyes, so he didn't say anything else.

  Back in the room, before Haizi could even open his mouth, Dong Shuanghe's lighter sound broke the silence once again. Immediately after, another lighter sound was heard, and it was seen that Lan'er also skillfully took out a cigarette, lit it up, and her practiced movements seemed like she had done it thousands of times. It was an ordinary action, but somehow it added a hint of charm and allure to her.

  She gazed at her bright red lips slowly exhaling a wisp of blue smoke, a look of intoxication on her face, and all that could be heard was a "gurgle" sound.

  He swallowed his saliva, and he only felt that looking at Lan's body would inexplicably make him feel hot and thirsty. Just now, the sound of him swallowing saliva attracted everyone's attention, and he smiled awkwardly, took a few steps back, poured himself several cups of water, and drank them down one after another, as if he had been parched for a long time.

  Du Sulin helplessly glanced at Lan'er and shook her head. After spending several days with Lan'er, she knew that Lan'er was not intentionally trying to seduce people, but rather had an aura that was already deeply ingrained in her bones and had merged with her soul. Anyone who didn't have enough self-control would be tempted by her. A beauty as deadly as a viper, Lan'er had the charm of a fox, but with an added hint of boldness. With a perfect balance of softness and strength, anyone would be willing to surrender under her red skirt.

  "Anyway... let's get down to business." Chen Zhouwen cleared his throat, he seemed to have a tendency to be thirsty too, which was embarrassing, so he quickly gathered his uncontrollable thoughts and said.

  The conditions were limited, with no tea table or extra stools, so several people sat directly on the bed.

  "Taiguang, what's your view?" Chen Zhou asked.

  Du Sulin thought for a moment, then said slowly: "I always feel that this Rongji City is not so simple, but I don't know where the complexity lies. As for the body at the police station, it's not a big problem, Lan can go there later. But that old Wang family..." Du Sulin shook his head, shaking off the unnatural expression that Song Jie had mentioned about the old Wang family, and continued: "I don't know why they made such a big fuss about the funeral, anyway, I don't have anything important to do, so it's no harm to go take a look."

  Before the words had fallen, Lan Er burst out laughing with a "heh heh" sound, her laughter was as clear and crisp as a bell, stirring people's hearts, "It turns out that Taitang is also someone who loves to join in on the fun!"

  Du Sulin chuckled and snatched the cigarette from Lan's hand, extinguishing it in the ashtray. "Thanks for the compliment," he said with a smile. "I'm just satisfying my curiosity since I have nothing better to do."

  Dong Shuanghe, who was smoking intently on the side, twitched the corner of his mouth when he heard this, and today she felt that Du Siling had become more and more obviously abdomen black. It's not clear whether it's because of the three souls and seven spirits being complete, but compared to before, there are many more emotions, no longer wearing an ice cube face every day, expressionless like a paralyzed face. But also becomes someone who makes people want to slap her at any moment.

  It wasn't long after noon when the five of Du Si Lin left the inn together. Song Jie gazed at their receding backs, opened her mouth to say something, but ultimately swallowed it back down her throat.

  Assigned to the police station to complete the task, Lan Er was extremely unwilling, but among the five people, only she could do it silently and quietly, so under duress, she had no choice but to agree.

  Adhering to the principle of quick departure and return, Lan'er had just come out for a short while before shedding her physical body and rushing directly to the police station.

  There was a stifling heat in the air, mixed with a hint of fire, as if something had been burned.

  Standing in the middle of the street, looking from one end to the other, it seemed as if white snow had floated up. The sound of the band's performance came from afar and grew louder, but when it reached Du Siling's ears, it was still clear, accompanied by sobbing sounds.

  The azure sky had turned dark and gloomy, the wind began to rage, sweeping across Du Shilin's face, sending her three thousand strands of hair flying about. She stood with her hands behind her back on the street corner, her white windbreaker covering her rugged and bony frame, outlining her straight spine.

  A procession slowly approaching from a distance, with two people walking at the front. On both sides of the road, flags are inserted at intervals. Another person holds a copper basin in one hand and occasionally reaches in to grab a handful of paper money, which is then flung vigorously into the air. The white paper money scatters everywhere, like swirling snowflakes, only to be swept up again by the wind as it drifts gently down to the ground on this sparsely populated street.

  "Didn't they all have a uniform cremation? Why are they still carrying coffins?" Chen Zhou Yun wondered in his heart, muttering to himself.

  Indeed, in the middle of the team, four people carried a bronze-colored wooden coffin. Due to the distance, the specific shape of the coffin was not very clear.

  Du Sulin shook her head, and it was unclear whether it was due to Chen Zhouyuan's question or something else. Her pair of dark-colored eyes were as deep as a black hole in the universe, devouring everything. Her face suddenly turned pale.

  Dong Shuanghe looked at the funeral procession getting closer and closer, with a thoughtful expression on his face, saying: "It seems that there is no corpse inside."

  As soon as the words fell, Haozi and Chen Zhouyun couldn't help but look at her, waiting for her next sentence. However, they found that Dong Shuanghe didn't seem to have any intention of explaining anything. Haozi asked involuntarily: "How did you know there wasn't a corpse inside?"

  It wasn't until the flag bearer planted the flag in front of Du Sulin that Dong Shuanghe spoke up in a very low voice, "There's no corpse aura."

  Normally, after a person dies, no matter how long it's been, a corpse will always produce some kind of aura. Dong Shuanghe has been dealing with corpses since he was old enough to remember, and because of various reasons, he learned the art of hurrying corpses, making him extremely sensitive to them. Just like Du Siling is sensitive to ghosts and spirits. So even if there's a thick coffin separating them, if there really is an aura, Dong Shuanghe can still sniff it out from the air that's been diluted countless times. She said there isn't any, then there really isn't any.

  "It's a zombie." The group passed in front of the four, and the wailing and instrumental sounds drowned out Du Siling's low tone, and her words seemed to be heard only by herself.

  Yes, under the wheel of heaven, the red mist that seeps out from the small gap in the coffin is only this red, with a few hints of mystery and seduction. It's as if it's mixed with hot air rising, as if the day has become sultry because of this heat.

  The funeral procession was very long, and Du Sulin only felt that people were coming and going in front of him, with white paper money fluttering in the air until the end of the procession, when two young men carrying saplings walked by, did it really come to an end.

  "Let's go, we'll follow and see where he is buried!" Du Siling threw out this sentence, took a few steps forward to catch up, but did not tail behind the procession, instead deliberately keeping a distance, as if just strolling.

  Dong Shuanghe didn't say much and followed them, leaving Chen Zhouyun and Haozi staring at each other in confusion, not knowing what was going on. Seeing the two of them leave, they also quickly followed behind.

  Isn't that a corpse? What else could it be? Chen Zhouyuan recalled the scene of the team passing in front of him, and the coffin alone looked extremely heavy. With someone lying inside, adding some burial objects would make it impossible for four strong men to lift so steadily and easily. Thinking of this, Chen Zhouyuan glanced at Du Silin with the corner of his eye, only to find that Du Silin's face was ashen. At this point, he secretly thought that something bad must have happened.

  How could ordinary small things make Du Sulin have such a solemn expression? Among the four, only Haozi was unclear and simply had an attitude of watching the excitement to see what would happen. Although he saw that the expressions of the other three were somewhat unnatural, he also very sensibly kept silent.

  The team walked for about half an hour, and the place became more and more remote. The people around also became fewer and fewer, until finally, except for Du Si Lin's four people, there were almost no people outside the funeral procession.

  As they were about to reach the foot of the mountain, Du Sulin stopped following. She said: "Lan'er's side should be almost over, you guys go back to the inn and meet up with her first, our four people, the target is too big, it's not good to always follow others."

  Chen Zhou thought for a moment and felt that Du Si Lin's words made sense. At this time, the four of them were still following behind the team, which was particularly eye-catching. The people at the end of the team would occasionally turn their heads to look at them, whispering a few words, as if discussing the purpose of their constant tailing.

  "Be careful yourself!" Chen Zhou warned.

  Du Sulin nodded, and shifted his gaze, coincidentally meeting Dong Shuanghe's eyes. As their gazes met, they both had a few guesses in mind.

  They no longer followed the funeral procession, but instead walked back along the original route. Du Sulin also pretended to go back, but after walking for a while, seeing that no one was paying attention this way, he flashed his body and disappeared from everyone's sight.

  Chen Zhou stared blankly at Du Siling, who had almost instantly disappeared, muttering: "This speed, is it still human?"

  The author has something to say: The holiday is here, because of the special occasion, I won't wish you a happy holiday! (covering face)

  Having written this far, I'm starting to reap the benefits of the foreshadowing from earlier. Although there's still a distance to go before the end, I can already see the dawn of victory! Ha~

  The first day of the holiday was tortured to death by a long-lost relative, paralyzed on the bed. No wonder they had stomach pain all week! Depressing. Tomorrow's update might be late because I'll probably get off work around 10:30 TAT

  Also, thanks for the flowers from you guys!! Suddenly I have motivation!!!

  Then, it's time for goodnight ~ Sweet dreams everyone ~