In Longle Village, eight miles away from the scene of Zheng Xiaohe's corpse incident, a fierce internal debate was taking place at night.

It was almost the hour of Hai. It had been raining for a long time for most of the day. The coffin containing Long Yangbo's body was parked in his own peach house, as if it was abandoned by the world.

Logically speaking, an elderly man died in a village, and relatives and friends who came to attend the funeral ceremony should be endless. However, Old Man Long's death was not a dead end, and even the most terrifying murder in general was not considered a general sense, but was attacked by zombies. This way of death is the first in the history of the whole village. Whether it is superstition or any psychology, the villagers of Longle Village were all worried that they would be frightened this night. Not to mention that no one was willing to go to the Longyang Bo family to attend the funeral, almost all the women, children and children, even their own gates did not dare to take a step.

But since the body had been brought back to the village by the two sons of the deceased, someone had to deal with the matter. So, that night, the patriarch Long Zhengchu summoned seven respected elderly people in the village to negotiate with Long Dafu and Long Dagui brothers. Ten people sat around a flat dam far away from Long Yang Bo's house, lit a bonfire, and discussed the funeral. Before he knew it, many brave male villagers gathered to watch.

It was said that it was a discussion, but in fact, Long Zhengchu represented the villagers of the village. There was only one purpose of starting the negotiations - that was, to convince the two sons of the deceased to destroy the body immediately.

Both sides have been talking to each other for a long time. As the patriarch, Long Zhengchu, as the patriarch, had not spoken before in order to create a "neutral" image. Seeing that both sides had said almost the same thing, he raised the nearly two-foot-long cigarette pole, took a deep breath of leaf cigarette, and choked himself to cough a few times. He couldn't help but spit a sputum on his face. After clearing his throat, he slowly said: "Dafu, Dagui, you are suffering from the pain of losing your father today. We can fully understand that your mother left early, and it is not easy for Long Yang to pull you up by relying on the little way to catch the body alone. Others were also kind and honest people during their lifetime.

, there has never been any genius, and we get along well with the whole village. We are also very sad about his sudden death. But, no matter how sad you are, you also know that there has always been a ancestral teaching in our Longle Village: those who are bitten by zombies will become zombies within twelve hours after death, and new zombies will bite people everywhere, thus turning the entire village into zombies. The only way is to "kill the dead body" before turning the dead body into a zombie to avoid causing a disaster. Since Long Yang Bo was bitten by zombies, the admonitions passed down by our ancestors cannot be ignored, right?"

"Haha, patriarch, you have been doing it for a long time, but it is actually just to lay the groundwork for the last sentence. Anyway, 'dry bone stake', to put it bluntly, it is to pull out my father's body, remove it from a large piece, and burn it with fire, right..." After experiencing the family changes this day and the people in the village rolled their eyes, Long Dafu already felt the coldness of the world in his heart, as if the smiling faces of the whole village were just like clouds. He also had nothing good to say to everyone, including the patriarch, and cursed, "Hmph, what bullshit legend? People who are bitten to death by zombies will turn into zombies? Who has experienced it personally? It was said from which boring ancestor?"

"Stop!" As soon as these words came out, some people in the crowd could no longer rest. They pointed at Long Dafu and cursed, "You rebellious son, dare to insult the ancestors of our Long family. You are really brave! If Long Yang Bo is still alive, after hearing this, he will not slap you two big-eared ones!"

Long Zhengchu had long expected the rebound of the two brothers, so he was too lazy to care about it. He calmed the anger of others with a gesture of elders and said earnestly: "Dafu, we are from Long, the village name has the character "long" and the surname is "long". Even if a girl from another village married to the village, no matter how Zhao Qian, Sun and Li, she had to change her surname to "long". The origin of all this is because we are descendants of the great god Yinglong. The great god Yinglong has been active for more than 4,000 years.

In the past, there were no written records in that era, so we definitely cannot verify the questions you asked, but since the admonition has been passed down from generation to generation, and the vicissitudes of the world have not been lost for thousands of years, it must have a reason. Since Lingzun is no longer there, let me listen to my words and deal with Lingzun's body according to the ancestral teachings, so that all the villagers can calm down, and this matter will be over. In the future, we can still live in harmony like in the past, okay?"

Before Long Dafu responded, his younger brother Long Dagui interrupted, "Do you know what my father shouldn't die in Japan today. I was jealous of money and proposed to go into the water to salvage the corpse of a woman in red. My father reluctantly agreed. Because my red silk broke, my father suffered this disaster for me! We two brothers, because they were engaged in the corpse fishing business, no woman was willing to marry us. We felt that we owe our father. This happened again today, and I was destined to regret it for the rest of my life... For Dad, the last thing I can do is to hold a funeral for him and let him be buried in peace. It would be fine if I don't get your support now, but I still have to treat his body so cruelly! You said, can I get this hurdle in my heart?"

Long Dafu said impatiently: "What did you explain so much to them? Dad is ours. How to deal with his body? We have complete voice, no need to explain to anyone, nor are we interfered with by anyone! If this matter is not possible, it is not possible, and there is no room for discussion!"

"Haha, yes, you're right... Dad is yours, and we really can't interfere in how to handle the funeral. However, since you have said this, then, on the other hand, what do we want to do? As long as you don't mess with you, you are not qualified to interfere, right?" Long Zhengchu saw that the two brothers were not in trouble and did not eat the soft and hard, and then he knew that there was no good result when the talk continued. He changed the subject and ordered another old man next to him, "Don't say it anymore, do the ritual."

"Okay, I'll make arrangements now." The old man responded, then stood up and left.

The two brothers Long Dafu and Long Dagui didn't know what the other party was selling, and they all looked confused.

After a stick of incense, Longle Village changed into a lively look.

Three coffins are placed parallel to the dam, and three male villagers in mourning clothes play the role of the deceased lying motionless in the coffin. They all have yellow talismans on their foreheads, with the words "drought bar" written on them.

Then, dozens of villagers formed a circle, held a torch in their hands, and swung around the coffin in a funny dance move, and repeatedly muttered sixteen words: "The drought is abusive, like a burn! Blowing a drought bone pile, the drought is destroyed!"

This neat and rhythmic ritual attracted the curiosity of more villagers, especially some unknown children, who found it extremely interesting and ran out of their homes and joined the circling team.

The ritual team grew bigger and bigger, but the two brothers Long Dafu and Long Dagui could only watch coldly, as if they were isolated by the whole village.

Long Dagui couldn't stand it anymore and whispered to Long Dafu: "His grandma, this is simply an insult to our family!"

Long Dafu was so angry that he was so angry that he glared at the eyes. After a while, he finally couldn't help but run to Long Zhengchu and shouted, "What's the hell that mean?"

The more angry Long Dafu was, the more fulfilled Long Zhengchu felt. He couldn't help but take another sip of leaf cigarette and said leisurely: "Isn't it okay to beat the dry bone stake and ask for rain?"

Long Dafu snorted coldly: "It's raining so heavily today, and you still beg for rain to deceive the three-year-old child! You are clearly implicitly mocking my father for turning into a zombie, drought-bag, and want to kill him in this way!"

Long Zhengchu shook his eyebrows and said, "We have produced people and supplies. We have not written your father's name on the talisman. What's wrong with you? Besides, what we do is our right. Do you need to explain to you? You said this yourself!"

Long Dafu was trapped by his words and was so angry that he shivered. After a while, Long Dagui also rushed over and advised: "Forget it, brother, let them make trouble, let's go."

"Hmph!" Long Dafu shook his sleeves and turned around and went home without saying a word.

"Wait a minute, Dafu, Dagui!" Suddenly, a woman called out to the two brothers.

The two looked in the direction where the sound came, and saw that the young woman walking towards them was Long Xueru who had a close relationship with them.

Long Xueru is both the best among the women of the Long family. She is twenty years old this year, two years younger than Long Dagui and four years younger than Long Dafu. She grew up as a childhood sweetheart with her two brothers. Even though the two brothers later got involved in the corpse fishing business, she would not have a gap when she married her in a village outside. From the bottom of her heart, if it weren't for the clan rules that the Long family would not have intermarried internally, it would be better if the two brothers married her a few years ago.

Long Xueru came to Long Zhengchu and asked with a smile: "Class leader, I remember that there was a legend passed down from his ancestors: The demon king Hanba can turn dead people into zombies, but it will never be the result of the descendants of the Dragon Lord, right?"
Chapter completed!