God level trick system

Chapter 680 Two tigresses

Playing dirge so early? ? ? !

Ye Xuan and the others were all taken aback.

Ordinarily, such things as mourning and music should only be played when the coffin is lifted.

If you come early, it will be after most of the villagers wake up.

It's not five o'clock in the morning, so the mourning music is played, obviously not wanting the villagers to sleep well, so that they can have a better life!

It's really unlucky to play dirge music so early in the morning...

Captain Sang Qing cursed angrily in his heart.

But he had nothing to do, so he could only wave to the musicians.

So, the musicians lined up in a row, holding instruments such as the suona and began to play tick-tock.

After staying in this stinking ghost place for a long time, Ye Xuan and the others felt that their noses were about to fail.

Gradually, even the stink was gone.

This shit is a biochemical weapon, right? !

Ye Xuan also had a look of despair.

Those in the funeral team who were waiting to carry the coffin and cry for the funeral were even more miserable, and everyone who was smoked was about to cry.

"You guys blow it first."

As Goddess Lan said, she was about to enter the house.

"If you haven't eaten, I'll cook a pot of salty soup for you."

"No, no, no, we've eaten."

Captain Sang Qing quickly waved his hands again and again.

This is so stinky, who can eat it? !

It is estimated that when drinking salty soup, it tastes like eating feces. It is disgusting enough to think about it.

"Sorceress Lan, should we do something now?!"

Captain Sang Qing asked.

Just waiting like this, he panicked in his heart.

"Oh, then you can weave some rattan, get a dragon stick, and put this pot on the shelf."

Goddess Lan spoke very slowly, as if she was saying her last words to someone who was about to die. Captain Sang Qing was frightened when she heard it, for fear that the old lady would set herself some impossible task.

But what Goddess Lan asked the funeral team to do this time is quite strange.

The dragon stick is the stick that supports the coffin bearer when lifting the coffin. It is woven with rattan on the coffin, and it is much easier to lift the coffin.

But now, this Goddess Lan actually asked them to set up the pot with dragon sticks!

That is to say... this cauldron is a coffin? ? ? !

Ye Xuan and the others were also completely dumbfounded.

Could it be that Chen Dongsheng's gnawed corpse was thrown into this cauldron now? !

Captain Sang Qing stepped forward to take a look, and found that there was an iron lock hanging on the lid of the cauldron, and it seemed that it could not be opened.

As they got closer, Captain Sang Qing felt that his nose was useless.

That disgusting stench came from this cauldron!

This is too smelly, right? ! ! !

Captain Sang Qing pinched his nose and retreated:

"You coffin bearers, go and tidy up... I guess it will take a while..."

Captain Sang Qing was halfway through his speech, when he saw Goddess Lan still standing not far away, she swallowed back the words she hadn't finished speaking.

It's so weird...

He also cursed secretly in his heart.

Hearing Captain Sang Qing's order, several strong old men came to the cauldron with rattan sticks and dragon sticks.

As soon as they passed by, they were choked by the stench.

"You guys, add five hundred to each of you!"

Captain Sang Qing stretched out a hand and said.

He probably also saw that these old men had been smoked too badly, and he was afraid that they would just throw their hands away and leave.

Hearing so much money, the old men who carried the coffin still suppressed the stench and slapped the rattan to tie the cauldron tightly.

"It's okay, you stay here first."

After Madam Lan finished speaking, she went straight into the house.

Seeing Goddess Lan leaving, Captain Sang Qing finally let out a long breath.

Needless to say, the funeral team also knew that the coffin that was going to be carried in a while was probably this cauldron.

As for what's in the pot, who knows? !

The three of Ye Xuan and the others were mixed in the mourning team. At this moment, they were all just waiting quietly, and no one spoke.

"Musicians also add five hundred per person."

Captain Sang Qing began to feel sorry for these mourners.

Not to mention the bad smell, the blowing would take three or four hours without stopping.

Generally, it takes at least four or five hours from the funeral to the end.

During this period of time, it is impossible to play the dirge and music all the time.

But now that Goddess Lan is here, she has been playing dirges since five o'clock in the morning, so I'm afraid it's going to be eleven or twelve o'clock at noon before this frankly ends.

Just waiting like this, it didn't take long for everyone to hear the door of the Chen family being slammed down.

"Zhang Qinglan, come out for my old lady! It's so early in the morning, why don't people sleep?!"

A woman's voice came from outside the door.

It sounds like a middle-aged woman.

Captain Sang Qing and none of them responded, let alone opened the door.

At this time, Mrs. Zhang Qinglan came out from the back room and opened the door calmly.

As soon as the door was opened, everyone saw a middle-aged woman in a red dress grabbing old lady Zhang Qinglan by the collar.

This middle-aged woman looks like she is in her 40s, and her face is full of flesh. It doesn't seem like a good thing at first glance.

"You old woman, the funeral is going to be held today, and no one stopped you. But you damn, you started to play mourning music before five o'clock, are you going to curse the whole Niujiao Village?!"

The middle-aged woman cursed angrily,

"Hurry up and stop the mourning music for my old lady! Wait until eight or nine o'clock to play again, who the hell will stop you?! I think you just don't want to make the people of Niujiao Village feel better!"

As she spoke, she pushed Mrs. Zhang Qinglan away.

Mistress Lan staggered and fell to the ground.

Seeing this situation, everyone in the funeral team didn't go up. They just watched the scene silently, and the sorrow and joy stopped.

They are all just doing things with money, it's better not to go up and meddle in this kind of thing.

"Another tigress in Niujiao Village, very horizontal..."

Captain Sang Qing lowered his voice and said to the people in the funeral team.

This is great, a retired tigress and an active one are on the bar.

Mistress Lan glared at the middle-aged woman viciously, and slowly stood up.

"Why did it stop?! Continue to play the dirge!"

Goddess Lan's yelling made everyone in the funeral team dumbfounded.

"Hurry up, Goddess Lan has spoken, keep going!"

Captain Sang Qing was also afraid of offending this terrible master, so he hurriedly said.

The dirge continued to play.

"Yo? Don't you give me face?! Today, I will stay here and not leave. Let me see how you hold the funeral!"

This middle-aged woman is also an unreasonable master, she directly lay in the middle of the door with her waist in her hands.

Mistress Lan glared at her viciously, without saying a word, she walked into the back room unsteadily.

From the looks of it, she fell hard just now.

"What? Cowardly??! Counseling, why don't you hurry up and stop the mourning and joy for my old lady!"

The middle-aged woman roared loudly.

The villagers who attracted some good deeds gathered around to watch.

At this time, Mistress Lan came out of the back room angrily, holding a big scorpion in her hand!

"Today I'm going to use human blood to send my old man on his last journey!"

She drank angrily.