Seeing the corpse open its eyes, many people screamed in fear.

Zhang Ande also took a breath of air conditioning and instinctively took a step back.

Sang Lan didn't seem too scared, and he was beside me and asked me quietly: "You are a forensic doctor. In your professional terms, this is called nerve reflex, right?"

I glanced at her, "It also means you can't die with your eyes open."

Sang Lan glanced at me and didn't dare to speak anymore.

As a villager, Zhang Ande has seen such things as dead people opening his eyes.

At this moment, he frowned and looked very embarrassed.

After a while, he slowly walked to the corpse, saying "The lights are gone, go all the way" while trying to help the corpse close their eyes.

But the moment his hand was wiped off, the dead corpse's eyes opened again!

Almost all of those who saw this scene screamed and retreated one after another.

This time, the corpse not only opened its eyes, but also slanted its eyes and stared at Zhang Ande fiercely!

Village Chief Yang and several elderly people in the village had seen a lot. Seeing that the situation was wrong, they all came over and asked Zhang Ande what was going on.

Zhang Ande frowned and after a long time, he pointed to the case of the portrait:

"No one sent him this, so he didn't want to leave."

"This old Ding is really true. He has no children and no children. Why do you want someone to throw a basin for him?" an old man said angrily.

Zhang Ande shook his head slightly: "I'm afraid it's not just that."

He pondered for a moment, looked up and asked, "Does anyone know what Mr. Ding's full name is?"

Village Chief Yang said: "Ding Fu."

Zhang Ande waved his hand, pointed to the spirit card and said, "That should not be his full name."

Only then did the others notice that there was a blank space under the word "Fu" on the spiritual card, and it looked like a word was missing.

Zhang Ande said to Village Chief Yang and others: "Mr. Ding has some tricks. If he makes such arrangements, someone in our village must know his name."

Thinking of the strange dream under the old locust tree, the black-faced man who had never seen clearly from beginning to end seemed to be shouting...

"Ding Fushun." I blurted out subconsciously.

"Ding Fushun?"

Zhang Ande was slightly stunned and strode over, "Little brother, do you know Mr. Ding's name? Do you know him?"

I shook my head: "I don't know you, but... his name should be Ding Fushun."

Zhang Ande looked at me strangely, but didn't say anything more. He walked to the edge of the table, hesitated for a moment, and picked up the pen and added the word "Shun" under the word "Fu" on the Lingpai.

As soon as the last stroke fell, someone exclaimed: "Mr. Ding's eyes are closed!"

Zhang Ande was obviously relieved, but I was stuck in my chest in one breath, feeling uncomfortable.

Mr. Ding is indeed called Ding Fushun. In this way, that dream is no coincidence.

He said I brought a pair of Yinsha, and said I was about to die. Is all this true?

Zhang Ande began to call people to burn incense, but at this time, something strange happened again.

It smells so fragrant!

"Why can't the fragrance be lit again? Isn't this old man wronged?" Sang Lan asked in a low voice.

At this moment, my mind was a little numb, and I lit my nose and said to her, "I'm wronged."

"What's wrong with you?" Sang Lan asked.

"How do you know the old man's name?" Ji Yayun also asked.

I wanted to speak but stopped talking to the mother and I couldn't help but remember what Mr. Ding said in his dream:

'One is a red robe and a mother and son who are burned to death by fire. If you are entangled by them, you will be unable to protect yourself!'

There is no doubt that Ji Yayun is entangled by the red-clothed ghost.

As for Sang Lan...

Seeing that Zhang Ande and Village Chief Yang and others were still talking, I sighed and walked over and pointed to the clay basin on the table: "Burn the paper first, then burn incense."

Zhang Ande was slightly stunned, pulled me aside, and whispered: "Little brother, tell me, do you know Lao Ding? What's going on?"

"Sent a dream."

I am a slut at least, and I know that some things must be clicked.

Zhang Ande's eyes twitched: "Who did Mr. Ding let him throw the basin?"

I looked at the clay basin on the table and became entangled again.

This inconspicuous earth basin has its own tricks.

According to custom, this is called a yin and yang basin, also called a mourning basin, which is the pot of the dead.

Generally, those who throw basins on the deceased must be the eldest son and grandson, and the person closest to the deceased.

If there are no children and grandchildren and someone else throws the basin, then even if the person has nothing to do with the deceased, it will become related.

Ding Fushun and I are not close to each other, so why are we going to be close to a dead ghost?

After all, Zhang Ande was an experienced man in dealing with things. After hesitating, he pulled me to the corpse.

"Little brother, look at Mr. Ding's feet."

I saw it in a blink of an eye and couldn't help but take a breath.

The dead body was wearing a pair of thousand-layer cloth shoes on its feet, and the uppers of the cloth shoes were bulging.

I was fooled and knew that this was the deceased's toenails that had grown so much that they supported the upper.

This is going to cheat the zombie!

Zhang Ande observed his expression and whispered: "Little brother, you can see that you are not an ordinary person. I won't say much nonsense. Mr. Ding and I have been with each other for nearly twenty years, so this old man is not simple. He will send you a dream, and there must be a reason. Even if you don't ask the reason, you should see that if he doesn't fulfill his wish today, he will not only become a zombie and hurt people, but also become an evil ghost!"

"You mean, let me throw a basin for him?"

Zhang Ande nodded, "The dead are the most important."

"But I have nothing to do with him, I don't know him at all." I don't want to marry a dead ghost who is completely unmatched.

Zhang Ande glanced at Sang Lan and Ji Yayun and whispered: "Although I'm just asking about things, I can see that you and your two friends are not lucky. I can't help you, but if Mr. Ding is still here, he will definitely help you."

My heart moved: "He understands yin and yang?"

Zhang Ande nodded slightly: "When Mr. Ding was alive, he often told me that he wanted to find an apprentice and he would send you a dream, mostly for this. Of course, this is just my guess. What is the truth? I would like to do it or not, it is up to you."

Thinking of the experiences these days, I looked back at the old man lying alone on the door panel. I didn't hesitate anymore, gritted my teeth, walked straight over, took down the clay basin on the table, put a handful of yellow paper and lit it and threw it in...

The following ceremony went smoothly under the auspices of Zhang Ande.

After everyone finished worshiping, I picked up the earthen basin, held it high, and broke it hard in the courtyard.

"What is that?" some of the villagers shouted.

It turned out that after the soil basin was broken, a flat oil paper bag was exposed.

Zhang Ande went over and picked up the oil paper bag and handed it to me: "This should be what your master wants to leave you."

“Master…”

After Zhang Ande asked someone to carry the body away, I remembered the purpose of this place again.

Thinking of that strange dream, I stepped forward and grabbed him: "Is there a Taoyuan behind this? I want to find something."

Zhang Ande's eyes flashed slightly, and he nodded, "Go."

After searching all over the Taoyuan, I finally found a shriveled peach with only peach pits wrapped in peach pits on the top of the tallest peach tree.

I was anxious to raise a ladder to pick the peach off and hold it in my hand, and my heart suddenly became very stable.

As early as when the strange dream was confirmed, I thought of something.

In addition to asking me to throw a basin for him, Mr. Ding also asked me to go to his peach garden to pick a peach.

Peaches will be the next season early this season. If there are still peaches, it will definitely be unusual.

But I didn't expect that in this acre of peach orchard, there is not only a peach that has not fallen, but also a peach that has not fallen through winter.

The owl and peaches do not fall in the tree, kill hundreds of ghosts!

I took some peach branches in Mr. Ding’s acre peach orchard, but didn’t contact Zhang Xi anymore, so I drove back overnight.

On the way, Sang Lan asked me: "Did you know that old man long ago?"

"Don't know."

"If you don't know him, you'll throw a basin for him?" Sang Lan obviously did not have no understanding of funeral customs.

I glanced at her in a blink of an eye, "What do you mean?"

Why is this girl a little nervous?

Sang Lan turned his head slightly, "It's not interesting. I just think you're a bit too ridiculous. Why did you come here from afar and go to the countryside to send a funeral to an old man I don't know, and come back with a few pieces of wood?"

"What do you think I'm because of?" I was angry.

I can tell that, is it because I am wasting my time on both of them?

But I soon suppressed my anger. No matter what, this trip was not in vain. I bowed all the time, and I didn't want to shiver for the last time. I didn't want to talk to a woman who was unbalanced.

The pleasant cell phone ringing sounded.

Sang Lan answered the phone and immediately said angrily: "I said stop looking for me again, why are you calling?"

I frowned and turned the radio down and lowered the window.
Chapter completed!