So she said to Mrs. Sun: "I'll go in and say a few words to Grandpa Jiang and then come out. Just wait at the door."

Then, Yang Ruoqing entered the house.

"Qing'er, wait for me, I'll go too."

Ms. Liu squeezed through the crowd and caught up with Yang Ruoqing. Ms. Sun and Ms. Da Sun also wanted to catch up. Just then, another person came from behind. They also heard the crowd shouting: "Xianjun's uncle is coming from the door.

Give in to everything.”

Sun and the others were pushed to the back by the crowd, and they saw a few unfamiliar middle-aged men coming, and a few women following behind.

When several women entered the yard, their faces were obviously normal, but when one foot stepped through the threshold, the leading woman glanced at her mouth, pulled her face, and started crying at the top of her lungs: "I am a virtuous man."

My generous uncle, why did you go so early? I have pity on my poor little sister, how can I cope with the orphans and widows..."

The leading woman raised her head, as if she was singing in tune, and the other two women who came with her also started crying.

This made the Sun family at the door stunned.

Mrs. Sun was even more impressed and said: "These people should be Jiang Xianjun's aunts, tsk tsk, they are all good singers!"

"Sister." Mrs. Sun glanced at Mrs. Sun, frowned at her and shook her head lightly.

Da Sun smiled innocently and said no more.

After Jiang Xianjun's uncle and aunt entered the house, Yang Huazhong and Jiang Er happened to come out of the east room.

Jiang Er led them straight to the east room to see Jiang Er. Yang Ruoqing and Liu just happened to come in. They had just said a few words of comfort to Lao Jiang Touna. When they saw this, the two people's eyes met and they followed in tacit understanding.

This group of uncles and aunts also entered the east room.

The east room was already in a mess.

The windows in the front and back were closed tightly, and the room was filled with a strange smell.

Not only does it have a musty smell, but also a pungent medicinal smell.

The ground was originally a flat soil, but because a lot of tea was poured on it and there were many people walking back and forth, patches of mud appeared on the ground.

Paper money and other things are dropped on the ground, stuck in the mud, and then stuck to the soles of feet after being stepped on, which makes people feel very uncomfortable physically and mentally.

The bed had been dismantled, and the tents, sheets, mats, etc. were crumpled together and piled at the end of the bed, exposing two-thirds of the bed board.

The bed boards...are all moldy.

The yellow mud skin on the inside of the wall rolled up and fell off again, as if a large area of ​​dead skin appeared on a person's body and was peeled off, revealing patches of uneven color, which can still be seen in some places.

There were scratches, which looked like scratches made by fingernails or the tip of the end of a pipe.

Seeing this made Yang Ruoqing feel even more depressed.

It can be imagined that Jiang Er lived a very unhappy life during the year when he was paralyzed.

When Jiang Xianjun and his son took care of him, they did not try their best to make him feel comfortable.

The sound of crying, coming from the soprano aunts, also drew Yang Ruoqing's attention back to the person lying on the removed door panel in the middle of the room.

Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but shrink her pupils slightly.

In my memory, Jiang Er was tall and tall. He was good friends with Uncle Wu, and they were similar in stature.

And Jiang Xianjun also completely inherited Jiang Er's figure, so he could catch Mianmian's eyes.

Yang Ruoqing met Jiang Er a year ago. Later, as the two families broke off their engagement and Jiang Er became paralyzed, she never saw him again.

When the flood hit, Jiang Er's family was sent to a school halfway up the mountain. Luo Fengtang and the others had seen Jiang Er, but Yang Ruoqing still hadn't.

But the Jiang Er lying on the door panel in front of him looked like he had shrunk a lot compared to the Jiang Er who had healthy limbs before.

The muscles of the two legs exposed outside the shroud were withered, and they were covered with sores...

That kind of sore started out as a heat rash. The main cause was that the limbs had not been moved for a long time, and the accumulated sweat infected the skin, and the skin was not properly cleaned and cared for.

Once again it proved that the mother and son were really perfunctory in taking care of Jiang Er.

Jiang Er's face was covered with several pieces of tissue paper, he wore a black hat on his head, and his neck was also wrapped with a handkerchief.

So fully armed!

Yang Ruoqing walked over.

Just then Jiang Xianjun’s uncle asked Jiang Xianjun: “Why are you covering your father’s neck?”

Jiang Xianjun raised his head, his expression was too haggard to look like a human being, his eyes were bloodshot, and his lips were bitten. He said in a hoarse voice: "My father broke his neck and died. My father and the others said, said, said he wanted to

Cover the wound area."

His uncle frowned, as if thinking about something.

Yang Ruoqing was a little confused about this reason, and she happened to hear someone beside her whispering an explanation, which seemed to be a wasteful death.

When they arrived in the underworld, the King of Hell and the ghost guards saw that they would punish those who died in vain, mainly because Jiang Er still had Old Jiang Tou on top of him.

Before the old father dies, the son has left first. It is considered unfilial to not be able to provide for the old father until the end of his life.

In addition, his death was in vain, so he was afraid of being punished when he went to the underworld, so he covered it with a black scarf, hoping to get through and let the Lord of Hell allow him to reincarnate smoothly.

Yang Ruoqing sneered in her heart.

This is just a living person's cleverness and self-deception.

If there really is reincarnation in the six realms, how could the Lord of Hades be deceived by this little trick?

"I'm afraid it's hard to get away with just a scarf. I have a talisman given by Taoist Yuan here. It might be more useful to put this on Uncle Jiang's neck."

Yang Ruoqing suddenly stepped forward, holding a yellow talisman between her fingers and handing it to Jiang Xianjun.

Jiang Xianjun looked at Yang Ruoqing in shock.

Everyone else in the room also looked here in surprise.

Yang Huazhong, Jiang Da, and Lao Jiangtou were also at the door. When they heard this, they all came in swarm.

Yang Huazhong didn't pay much attention to Yang Ruoqing who also slipped in with the crowd in the chaos. When he realized what he was doing, he couldn't just go in and drag him out.

Especially when Yang Ruoqing stood next to Ms. Liu who loved to watch the excitement.

I thought that I would go out after the two of them had finished watching the excitement, but I didn't expect that my daughter not only didn't go out, but also went one step further.

"Qing'er, you are still young and don't understand that. Go outside quickly!" Yang Huazhong reminded in a deep voice.

But Yang Ruoqing said to Yang Huazhong: "Dad, Uncle Jiang had an accident. I am also very sad and want to do something for him."

"This talisman is no joke. It was given to me by Taoist Yuan. Perhaps it is more effective than that scarf."

"If that doesn't work, you can stick the talisman on it and wrap it with a scarf."

The talisman was not made up by Yang Ruoqing. Taoist priest Yuan did mention its role in this aspect, but Yang Ruoqing had not verified it herself, so she was dubious.

But her persistence at the moment was mainly because she wanted to take a look at the location of the wound.
Chapter completed!