On that night, Wang Zan and Song Laohu drank and ate meat. None of them said anything sad in the middle, nor did they show any sadness of separation from life and death, as if they were just like usual, but just drinking and chatting about family matters.

Yu Hanqiu looked at him strangely because she also clearly saw that the relationship between the old and the young was very good, and she was very close to each other, but one was about to die, while the other looked at the other party, but did not show any sad feelings.

And this is not pretending, and the expression is so natural that it is unbelievable.

After the night of the night, I had basically drunk almost all the time. One bottle of Lao Baigan and five bottles of beer was almost the amount of Song Lao Hu and Wang Zan. The old man was already confused and the young man's eyes were also muddy.

At around twelve o'clock in the evening, Song Laohu suddenly yawned, reached out and raised his last glass of wine tremblingly, then shook at Wang Zan, and said, "I'll go to sleep after drinking this glass, I'm sleepy."

At this time, Song Laohu was quite energetic when he spoke. You could not feel from his breath that his life path was about to end.

Wang Zan raised his wine glass at the same time, lowered his head and said, "I wish you this..."

Song Laohu waved his hand and drank it all, and then stood up. Seeing that his condition was like he was not drunk too much, he walked to the bed with his hands behind his back and lay down flat on his chest, crossing his hands and snoring slightly before he made a slight snoring.

Wang Zan poured himself another glass of wine, but he didn't drink this glass, but picked up the glass and spilled it onto the ground.

"You have a good journey!"

Yu Hanqiu was surprised and asked in a low voice: "He, he, this is..."

Wang Zan shook his head and did not speak, but drank on his own, looking at Song Laohu on the bed with clear eyes.

At this time, Wang Zan was neither sad nor sad. From the perspective of sadness, this was the death of an elder, but from another perspective, it was not a relief for Song Laohu.

I have been guarding a city for decades alone. What else can you pursue like this?

Song Laohu is just fulfilling his mission. He has to guard the palace when he is alive. When his mission is over, others will be liberated.

When he started to fall asleep, Song Laohu still snored in his nose for about an hour. After an hour and a half, the snoring disappeared. The bed was calm and the room became a little cooler.

Wang Zan walked to the window and looked down at the old man on the bed. The other party walked very peacefully and peacefully.

When a person is old, he can avoid suffering and die in his sleep without illness or disaster. This is definitely a luxury for more than 99% of people in the world, and most people cannot reach this state. Therefore, although Song Laohu's death is not considered a joyful and funeral, there is no difference.

Wang Zan sighed deeply, lit a cigarette himself, Yu Qiuhan walked to him and looked at the corpse and said, "Is it really dead?"

Wang Zan said "yes".

Yu Hanqiu was surprised and puzzled. In her perception, the death of a person should be a very sudden thing, and these two people seemed to know the result almost an hour ago.

Is this the prediction of the uncertainty?

Suddenly, Wang Zan frowned, held a cigarette in one hand and raised his head to the outside of the house with a spring thunder, saying, "Get out! Within seven days, if anyone dares to approach this room, don't blame me for destroying you without any consequences..."

Outside the wing room, several black shadows flashed and disappeared.

This is Fengtian Palace, which has a history of hundreds of years. Like the Forbidden City in the capital, the place has a relatively heavy yin energy. In the hundreds of years of history of the Qing Dynasty, I don’t know how many unjust souls have stayed here.

"Who are you talking to?" Yu Hanqiu was a little confused. The scene of Wang Zan calling out to the outside of the house just now made her body full of goose bumps.

Wang Zan looked at her and said lightly: "Don't you want to understand the history and culture of our country's inheritance? Then I suggest you go deep into the palace at this time, and you may encounter many historical figures."

This sentence seems to have a sense of humor, but Yu Hanqiu blinked his eyes and his scalp became a little numb. She was not stupid and had heard of a story about an embroidered shoe in the palace. Although it was in Fengtian, the place was very empty and could also give you a gloomy feeling.

Wang Zan pinched the cigarette butt, then turned around and walked to a cabinet. According to his understanding of Song Laohu, he knew that his deadline was approaching, so he would definitely prepare everything he should prepare.

Sure enough, after opening the cabinet, there was a dress of mourning clothes in it, and even the stumbling rope and copper coins were prepared. All the things that people need after death should be found in the cabinet.

Wang Zan found a porcelain basin from the kitchen and placed it under the bed, then lit a stack of burning paper with a lighter and threw it inside. Then, without avoiding the danger of Yu Hanqiu, he began to change Song Laohu's shroud and tied a stumbling rope. Finally, he put the money in his mouth.

Song Laohu died naturally, so it is relatively simple to deal with the matter after death. Although he did not say a word to Wang Zan, with the relationship between the two, he would naturally give the aftermath clearly.

Tomorrow, according to custom, a mourning hall must be built. Normally, it is necessary to stay for seven days. However, the weather is hot now. Unless an ice coffin is prepared, the body will smell in two days. Therefore, the body can be buried in advance, and there is a mourning hall and a spirit position.

Wang Zan called Wang Tianyang and asked him to talk to Yang Gong Fengshui, and two people arranged for Song Laohu's funeral with him.

When Wang Tianyang heard that Song Laohu was dead, he was also very sad and regretful. Unexpectedly, the man at this age left and agreed. He also asked himself if he wanted to come over. Wang Zan said no, it would be enough for someone to come tomorrow. After all, Song Laohu was alone, and Wang Zan himself couldn't do it.

In the second half of the night, Wang Zan stayed in front of the bed until dawn. Yu Hanqiu was sleepy and was about to fight. Wang Zan also advised her to go to bed, but the other party shook his head quickly and said helplessly: "Someone just passed away here, and there seemed to be a gust of wind outside. If you ask me to sleep alone in another room, how brave do I have to be? Then I might as well be with you, at least you are a living person."

"Look, if you don't let you come, you have to follow me with the attitude of understanding folk culture, right?" Wang Zan said.

Yu Hanqiu said seriously: "But I have learned it after all, for example, people can be predictive of their own death."
Chapter completed!