Qiao Xiu Li took Lan Lan, sat in the carriage, and stopped at the corner of a street, waiting to meet Gu Nuoer.

Lanlan looked at Qiao Xiuli curiously: "Lili, who are we going to see later?"

Qiao Xiu said lightly, "My sister."

A hesitant look suddenly appeared on Lanlan's fleshy little face.

If she remembered correctly, Sister Nuo'er was Qiao Xiuli's younger sister.

Lan Lan tried her best to count her seniority with her fingers.

She whispered: "Sister Nuo'er is a cousin, the sister Li Li said should be someone else?"

Qiao Xiuli didn't hear her muttering, because at this time, outside the carriage, there was an overwhelming cry, mixed with suonas and gongs and drums, making it particularly harsh.

Lan Lan lifted the curtain and looked outside.

I saw the flying yellow paper and copper coins, floating on the ground.

A group of people dressed in sackcloth and filial piety, carrying a dark coffin, walked forward while crying.

The man at the front holding the tablet was crying louder than ever—

"Mother! Woohoo..."

Their family members followed around the coffin, all bowed their heads and wiped away tears.

Lanlan looked at them in surprise and asked Qiao Xiuli, "Why are these people crying?"

Qiao Xiuli explained patiently: "The mother in their family passed away, and they are very sad. This is the way to the funeral, so it is called Kuling."

Lanlan nodded clearly.

The meaning of death, she understood.

I heard Grandpa Tiandao say before that the lifespan of mortals is like a flash in the pan.

When the closest people leave, life and death are separated, no wonder they cry so sadly.

There was unbearableness in the blue eyes.

She looked at the black coffin and raised her fingertips gently: "May the soul come back and be reunited with my family."

As she whispered, invisible mana, like threads, directly surrounded the black coffin and gradually penetrated into it.

It takes a lot of spiritual power to bring the dead back to life.

Lanlan's eyes were serious, and he cast spells seriously, until the forehead was dripping with sweat.

In the black coffin over there, suddenly there was a loud bang.

The cries around her stopped abruptly.

The group of people turned back and looked at the coffin with shocked and amazed eyes.

There was silence all around.

Until an old cry came from the coffin—

"It's so dark, son, where are you? Let me out!"

As soon as the words fell, the man in the front holding the tablet was the first to scream loudly.

As soon as he threw the tablet away, he dragged his daughter-in-law and child, and ran away.

Those who played suona and gongs and drums naturally also "threw away their armor and armor", shouting "haunted" and ran away without a trace.

There were also a few timid relatives who fell to the ground, their lips trembling.

"Cheat, cheat corpse..."

Seeing them like this, Lanlan immediately frowned: "Why did they run away, their mother is alive, shouldn't it be happy?"

In the coffin, the dead old woman continued to slap the coffin board: "Let me out!"

Lanlan hurriedly got off the carriage to help.

Qiao Xiu Li reached out to stop her, but only grabbed a piece of her silk.

"Lanlan!" He called coldly, but Lanlan had already run to the black coffin.

Her fleshy hand pushed the coffin board away.

An old woman in a shroud with a dead white face suddenly sat up.

She was stunned when she saw Lanlan.

"Who are you, my sons?"

Lanlan pointed around: "They ran away, where is your home? Let's take you back."

The old woman crawled out of the coffin for unknown reasons, and Lanlan reached out to help her.

Then she said, "My family lives in Hulu Village."