Time seemed to have passed for a long time. It seemed that only a while later, Wu Feiyun stopped screaming, pushed open the lid of the coffin, and put the coffin together.

"Send Aunt Liu and Wu Feng on the road." Mei Ling drank.

At this time, Wei Lin had been wearing a robe, a crown, a golden sword in her right hand, a flag of death in her left, and a soul song in her mouth. She walked from the auditorium to the auditorium, and then from the auditorium to the auditorium.

Wu Feng's father Wu Feiyun held the soul card in front, and the drums on both sides of the hall sounded. Wei Lin went mad step by step.

"This is the soul of the soul, the soul that brought back the dead." Meiling said to Chen Beixuan.

At this time, Wei Lin left and right hands, Wu Feiyun was still squatting, Qingyun Town and the merchant burned the paper, Wei Lin started at the crossroads outside the door, sang Datongban, knocked on the door and entered the filial piety slowly. , Turning the chessboard, turning to sing overcast, and beating the funeral drum.

"This is called paving the way." This is a prelude to "transfer." "Meiling continued to explain to Chen Beixuan. Just after Meiling's voice fell, Wei Lin sang around the first uprising and matched the percussion of gongs and drums. The whole person was like a madman.  "This is a transfer, commonly known as the mourning drum, turning to the drum. "Mei Ling said to Chen Beixuan.

"Get out of your spirit." Wei Lin shouted.

It has already started.

"Open the lid." Wei Lin whispered.

As early as thirty-two people came to the coffin and opened the cover. The remains of Aunt Liu and Wu Feng were once again shown to the public.

Wei Lin walked to Wu Feiyun and handed Wu Feiyun a wet towel. He said to Wu Feiyun: "Distorted and erased three faces for Aunt Liu and Wu Feng."

Wu Feiyun picked up the towel and wiped off Aunt Liu's three faces with trembling hands.

After a while, Wu Feiyun wiped three faces with Wu Feng with trembling hands, then walked to the side to cover his face and cried.

"The children in the house and their filial sons and relatives and friends live for a week in their first week of life, paying tribute to the death of the deceased in order to make the final farewell." Wei Lin said: "In this life, we have been with Aunt Liu and Feng Wu. With fate, everyone can cry."

Wei Lin's voice just fell, and everyone spontaneously lined up in a coffin for about a week. Everyone missed the day and night with Aunt Liu and Feng Wu, not only sad from the bottom of their hearts, but also thought that from then on, I could no longer see the voices and smiles of Aunt Liu and Wu Feng, and I couldn’t help feeling sad. Shake the earth. Everyone can't see enough, and the scene is very heartbreaking. The feelings of life and death are changing.

At this time, someone used lacquer, plaster powder, glutinous rice and honey to make an adhesive around the mouth of the coffin. The old carpenter in Qingyun Town put a peg at the door, the singer screamed, and the lid of the coffin was nailed tightly on it. At this point, Aunt Liu and Wu Feng are always cut off from the other world.

"Get out of the car." Wei Lin shouted: "Get out of the big class, move the spiritual pillar from the house to the outside of the house, and tie it to the two dragon poles with the reins of the dragon."

At this time, thirty-two sheriffs-the taipan named by Welling, came out. The long bar, which is the long wooden pole, was clamped on both sides of the spiritual fulcrum.

"Raise the Dragon". Wei Lin said: "Hard shoulders."

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