Chapter 2: Postmortem
About this big Wang Bao, Qin Feng also heard, this period of time, the sky will be heavy rain, various ponds, reservoirs, river dams, are rising water, a lot of fish and shrimp have run out.
For the townspeople, this is definitely an opportunity for a good harvest.
Obviously, needless to say, this wangbang is Zhao widow caught back, ready to eat off the pot, but the scene at the moment is very obvious, this Zhao widow has just killed the wangbang, presumably, Zhao widow died a violent death.
Qin Feng's heart has a bottom line, just like in his previous life, it is this wangbang that is haunted, to be more accurate, it should be the death gas carried by this wangbang that invaded the body of Zhao Widow's body when she slaughtered the wangbang, so she suffered a sudden death.
Wang Bark is a long life thing, is not subject to the invasion of this dead gas, which is why, in the countryside, many people build a house, will use the tortoise or Wang Bark as a beast of the house.
But I don't know why, this death qi coiled in the body of this Wang Bark, until it was captured by Zhao Widow, and then when it was slaughtered, it was taken into the body by this death qi.
This led to the scene at hand.
Returning to the spiritual hall, Zhao Widow's dry and thin body was still lying there.
Grandfather mouth reciting words, around Zhao widow's body sprinkle glutinous rice, Qin Feng watched, his heart knows, glutinous rice in addition to can pull out the corpse poison, grams zombie, but also can prevent the corpse change.
Absorbed the death of Zhao Widow, it is likely to become a mutation, that is, the legendary change zombie.
This was clear to Qin Feng, and clear to Qin Tian as well.
After Qin Tian had done all this, he found a place to sit down in the spiritual hall.
The seven days after a person's death is called the first seven days, and it is also the time when things are most likely to go wrong. Normally, the entire funeral will last for seven days, and on the seventh day, the burial will take place.
But Zhao Widow's family was different, there were no relatives in the family, and organizing a seven-day funeral was definitely impossible, because the expense was too great.
Therefore, the seven days would only turn into three days, because there was another saying in the countryside, that an orphan without relatives, on the third day the soul would go directly to the hell to report, and would not linger on earth.
This custom, Qin Feng also knew about it and did not say anything more, but also found a place to sit next to him.
"Little Wind, go sleep in the side room for a while!" Qin Tian glanced at his grandson and slowly spoke up.
"When it comes to the second half of the night, you and I will keep watch together, it's still early, nourish your spirit."
"It's fine, grandpa, I'm not sleepy, I can't sleep even if I go to bed now."
Qin Feng opened his mouth and spoke, remembering clearly in his own mind that he had already experienced this scene in his previous life, at that time, he had listened to his grandfather's words and went to the side room to rest, however, it was during the first half of the night that Zhao Widow began to turn corporeal.
Knowing this point in time, Qin Feng naturally wouldn't go to sleep.
Without saying anything more. Qin Feng squinted an eye and sat on a chair, faintly surveying the spiritual hall.
Widow Zhao did not have any relatives, to collect the spirit hall in addition to himself and grandfather two people, the village also sent three young and strong croppers, nothing else, just have a handful of strength.
Time passes bit by bit, inside the spirit hall is also quiet.
Wake is a folk custom, guarded in the spirit bed, casket or next to the spirit. A wake is also called a vigil.
Ancient people believed that a person had to go home to visit his family within three days after his death, so the children stood guard inside the hearth, waiting for his soul to return. Each night, friends and relatives accompanied the vigil until the body was put into the coffin.
Evolved to the present, the wake is the relatives get together to mourn the dead, express the feelings of remembrance.
Widow Zhao has no relatives, but the custom is still to follow, come here to the wake are a few people in the village, everyone is familiar with, now time is still early, three young and strong croppers, smoking cigarettes, chatting blindly.
Qin Feng and grandfather did not participate in it.
These three people also did not look for Qin Feng to chat, let alone Qin Feng's grandfather, Qin Feng knew the reason for this, it was because of the identity of Qin Feng's grandfather.
Rural people for the geomancer is and respect, and afraid, weekdays, there is nothing, and is not willing to communicate with the geomancer, afraid of getting into what unclean things, but once the family appeared what red and white wedding, and had to ask the geomancer to take a look, which is why it will result in such a situation now.
In the spiritual hall, the three people were chatting one by one.
Time passes slowly, soon came to eleven o'clock in the evening, this era of people, not so much entertainment activities, early to sleep, unlike later generations, before twelve o'clock at night to sleep, can be said to be sleeping early.
What's more, this is still the rural countryside, the three croppers have each leaned back in their chairs squinting an eye and dozing off.
Noting the time, Qin Feng stood up and walked around for two steps, approaching Widow Zhao.
"What's wrong? Xiao Feng." Noticing Qin Feng's movements, Qin Tian also stood up.
It was already dark outside the house, the night at this point in time was very silent, basically the people in the village had already fallen asleep long ago.
"Grandpa, Widow Zhao has had a change of heart." Qin Feng pointed at Widow Zhao's corpse and said cautiously.
Qin Feng knew in his heart that in his previous life, it was probably near twelve o'clock when Widow Zhao's corpse began to change.
Hearing his grandson say this, Qin Tian also had a straight face as he stood up from his chair and walked to the front of Widow Zhao's corpse. The moment he looked at Widow Zhao inside the coffin, Qin Tian's entire body was stunned.
In the spiritual hall, Zhao Widow's hands were stretched out in front of her, her feet were straight, her fingernail caps were already black, pointed and very long, she flipped open her mouth, there were no teeth in it, and Qin Tian looked at her pupils which were also black.
Zhao Widow is horizontal death, in the countryside there is also another kind of talk, called open-eyed death, which is also commonly known as the death of the eyes.
People who die horizontally can't close their eyes because they die unwillingly.
Qin Feng walked up and also looked at Zhao Widow's remains, remembering in his heart that Zi Bu Yu divided zombies into eight categories, namely White Stiffness, Hairy Stiffness (also known as Black Stiffness), Purple Stiffness, Flying Stiffness, Green Stiffness, Drought Demon (also known as Drought Demon), and Fire Drought Demon, and that one could tell from the color of their eyes, Zhao Widow's pupils were black, and she was the most elementary White Stiffness.
She wasn't even considered a white stiff, because white stiffs all had white hairs on their bodies, and Zhao Widow was at best a semi-finished product.
Zhao Widow is also forty to fifty years old, a typical rural middle-aged woman, stooped, but at this time, it looks extraordinarily scary.
At this time, lying in the coffin inside the Zhao Widow has not moved, necrophilia is still continuing, if close to look carefully, the coffin inside the Zhao Widow body, bare skin outside, can clearly see, that rubbing white hair, is slowly growing, this scene seems very bizarre.
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