"Whether you believe it or not, it's the truth. It's just that you came back to your soul yesterday. But your uncle met a demon at that time, and now he is still infected with the evil spirit. His stomach is so high."

Brother Qiangzi spoke with a cautious look, his tone was a little gloomy.

"Okay, I won't go to the mourning hall, let's go."

I felt a little depressed and patted Brother Qiangzi on the shoulder and said.

When Brother Qiangzi saw me agree, he immediately showed his white teeth and smiled foolishly. While walking, he continued to tell me:

"By the way, Xiao Chang, are you planning to leave when you come back this time? If you don't leave, just go to my help. My supermarket is now open and I can't recruit reliable people to manage it. I want..."

I stared at Brother Qiangzi with a hint of surprise, and I couldn't help but feel a little shocked. Brother Qiangzi went out to work hard for a few years, but he was able to go home to start a business and even opened a chain supermarket.

"I really can't tell that Brother Qiangzi has such ability. He just works as a manager in your supermarket. I haven't studied economic management."

My face turned slightly red, and I spoke truthfully, feeling a little nervous.

"This chain supermarket is not very large. I only account for 50% of the shareholders. Don't worry, it's easy to manage. If you refuse like this, this is not the personality of my little cousin."

Brother Qiangzi patted my shoulder and said with a giggle.

"Well, okay, when will I go to work?"

"I'll go after I'll send my grandpa up the mountain. Now there are many employees in the supermarket, and someone will take you there at that time."

Brother Qiangzi patted his chest and said, "We chatted about something on the way, and we stopped talking until the sound of firecrackers sounded in front of us."

My cousin's house has built a building. A huge white spirit shed was built on the cement stadium in front of the building. The sound of harsh mourning music came. The tent was full of bustling crowds. Most of them looked familiar, but they couldn't call their names. They were all round tables, waiting to serve the food with their hands. There were some strange characters written on yellow mounting paper around the tent. I couldn't understand it very much. When I turned my eyes, I found that there were many wreaths of various colors around, and there were a lot of huge fireworks stacked in the corner. These were authentic foreign fireworks, and there was a band in one corner, a brand new drum set and an electronic piano. I even hired a band. It was quite a pomp.

"Oh, isn't this Xiao Chang? Long time no see, Changjun, my cousin has no time to entertain you. Go and find your cousin and the others. Qiangzi, come with me, there is something to do."

At this moment, a thin middle-aged man walked out of the opposite side. The man looked almost the same as Mr. Qiangzi's cousin, but there was a little vicissitudes on his face and silver threads were mixed in his hair. He was my cousin. I asked, and I felt a little complaining. Why did my cousin still think I was a child? After hearing his words, a hint of doubt appeared on my face. Then my cousin's face slightly darkened, and he winked at his cousin and asked him to follow him. Then my cousin strode outside with his steps very fast.

"Xiao Chang, don't run around, I'll go back."

My cousin told me a few words, and his face showed anxiety. He followed his father without even putting down his bag.

When I walked into the monastery, everyone stared at me, as if they were looking at monsters. Some of them began to look at me in a slight manner. I suddenly felt like I was standing out in the crowd. However, this feeling of staring was very bad. Just when I was about to look for my cousin, I suddenly felt cold and my left eye felt aching. I found a seat to sit down and rubbed my eyes. At this moment, a cold voice sounded in my ears.

"You've sat in my seat, please let me go."

I opened my eyes with difficulty. A young man in casual clothes, who was about the same age as me, stood beside me, and spoke coldly. The boy's face and skin color were healthy, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, slightly opened lips, his hair was cut very short, and his face was expressionless, and he looked very cold.

I stood up awkwardly and said sorry, but found that I was sitting on a chair where the table was already started. The people were not dressed in rural areas, but they looked a little tasteful. When I saw me, they were embarrassed, and these people kindly said it was okay.

Just as I turned my gaze to another place, I couldn't help but close my right eye and found a woman wearing a white bottom and a bright red flower-printed top in front of the mourning hall. The woman had long hair and buttocks and a graceful figure. Since she was facing away from me, I couldn't see her face clearly. But strangely, this woman was wearing rare red embroidered shoes, and her exposed calves were almost transparent, and even the blue blood vessels on her legs could be seen.

I was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but feel a little angry. In the funeral hall, my second cousin, aunt, and other cousins ​​were crying sadly, but she was wearing red clothes and standing in front of the funeral, and was directly under the photo. It was very taboo to wear red clothes at the funeral. Isn't anyone stopping it? I immediately forgot to walk to the funeral hall. Before I took a few steps, I suddenly felt that my arm was pulled.

"Do you want to die?"

A cold voice sounded in my ears, and it was this white-faced boy again. His face was slightly relieved and he stared at my face. His black eyes made me furious.

"What are you doing? That person is so inappropriate. You are taboo to wear red at funerals. Even if she is a woman, I will teach her a lesson!"

I stared at the incidental man coldly, and my tone became a little unkind.

"Can you see it too?"

Instead of getting angry, he asked about this inexplicably.

"I'm not blind, I'm such a living person standing there, and everyone can see it."

I was a little angry, but when I thought about it, it seemed to be a little tricky. I looked at the woman and found that someone passed by her, as if he hadn't seen her. If anyone could see this person, I would have been pulled out long ago. This is a ghost! I was shocked and took a few steps back, but hit him. I stood up quickly and said sorry. He regained his cold face and said:

"We met a happy ghost."

"What is a joyful ghost?"

This is the first time I heard of such a ghost, and I couldn't help but feel a little curious. My grandmother told me before that there was indeed an introduction to the ghost of joy, but I don't remember it very clearly. But I gave me the impression that the ghost of joy is relatively fierce among the many ghosts among the people.

"Some people died on their wedding day. Because the resentment was too heavy to dissipate, this kind of evil spirit was formed. In fact, they were not common. They only appeared in great sorrow occasions, and few people who saw them survived. Its existence is a resentment, a resentment that turned from the happiest to the most desolate, so they wandered at the funeral, repeating their happiest and saddest scenes. Another kind of ghost is the same as the joyful ghost, called the sad ghost, and the situation is very similar. Because their resentment is very strong, it is almost impossible for people who see them to avoid this evil spirit. They are one of the most dangerous evil spirits among the evil spirits. Eight of the ten people who see them will die from a bad life."

The boy explained to me very rarely.

I swallowed, nodded, and looked at the woman. Suddenly, a laugh came from the mourning hall. My heart trembled, and the woman actually turned around.
Chapter completed!