The old lady's eyes were so serious and persistent that it made Meranda feel a little creepy.

She smiled awkwardly and nodded, "Okay, let's go over and take a look."

Melanda said she was not going to take a look just to get by. After recognizing the old lady and the others, she and Xia Yiqian rushed to the family in the east of the village where the funeral was taking place.

When spring and winter came, the two of them saw from afar a house with white rags tied up in front of its door. A large group of people gathered at the door, happily eating melon seeds and stretching their necks to look inside.

Xia Yiqian and Melanda looked at each other and thought, this is really a happy funeral, everyone is so happy.

But it was a bit creepy to see a bunch of people chatting and laughing in front of the house where the funeral was being held.

Melanda turned and asked Xia Yiqian, "Do you want to go over and take a look?"

Before Xia Yiqian could say anything, a middle-aged man came out of the door with a cigarette in his mouth and a long string of firecrackers in his hand.

He walked outside and laid the long string of firecrackers flat, shouting, "Our Erzhuzi is going to worship the gods today. Thank you all for coming to celebrate. Let's have a drink tonight before leaving!"

After saying that, he took the cigarette out of his mouth and lit the firecrackers neatly.

As the sound of firecrackers rang out, villagers from the surrounding area who came to congratulate them clapped their hands and said nice things one after another.

Meranda got goosebumps all over her body. She rubbed her arms quickly and swallowed her saliva.

"Why do I look so creepy?

And someone just died in this house, right? But I don’t sense any trace of the dead.”

They, the witches, are very sensitive to the breath of the dead. Logically, when someone dies in the family, the soul should stay on the corpse for at least seven days. During this time, they can feel the presence of the dead, but there is nothing here.

It made her feel a little creepy.

“Could it be that some god really took him away?

Or did some monster eat him?"

Xia Yiqian shook her head. "I sensed some evil spirit around here, but there are no evil creatures nearby."

As for the gods... they are not from the same system and I am not familiar with their aura.

But judging from the limited life experience Xia Yiqian had in the past few months after waking up, this matter probably had nothing to do with the gods.

The spiritual energy in this world is declining. Apart from the unlucky guy in Wanfu Inn, where do so many gods come from?

Xia Yiqian thought for a moment and said, "Let's go over and take a look. Maybe we'll find something else if we see the body."

If it really doesn't work, she will help the other party to transform. Others can't understand what low-level zombies are saying, but she, as the zombie king, has no problem at all.

Although Melanda felt that something was wrong with the Liu family, she had no other choice now.

I could only agree: "Let's go."

The two of them walked to the door of Liu's house with a cameraman. Melanda said to the camera, "I'm sorry, after all, it's someone else's funeral, and it's a bit rude to broadcast it live on the entire network.

Let's go in and take a look at the situation first, and then continue the live broadcast."

After he finished speaking, he nodded to the person filming. The person filming immediately understood and turned off the live broadcast. No matter how much Wang Zun shouted "No!", it was of no use.

The three of them walked all the way to the mourning hall. They met many local people along the way, but no one paid any attention to them. It was as if they were saying, "We have set up the mourning hall anyway, so anyone who comes to visit is welcome."

When I walked into the main hall, I saw a white wreath on the background wall with a big blue word "甸" (Deity) pasted on it.

There were many fruits and snacks on the altar below, and a large black and white photo was placed in the center of the altar.

The man in the photo is a young man, who looks to be only about twenty-five or twenty-six years old. He has a particularly sunny and handsome smile.

But the black and white color scheme of the photo makes it look a bit uncomfortable.

Xia Yiqian glanced at the coffin placed under the altar and whispered, "There's something wrong with the coffin."

Melanda immediately became nervous and moved closer to Xia Yiqian and asked nervously in a low voice, "What's wrong?

Did you discover something?"

Although being in a group with Boss Xia obviously gave her a greater sense of security than being in a group with others, her fighting strength was insufficient after all.

If she were to encounter another fatal disaster, she was really not sure whether she could survive unscathed!

She now has no hope for Tao Yang's chosen location! !

Xia Yiqian shook her head and said, "I wonder if the customs here are different from other places.

But generally the coffin is not closed during the funeral."

Thinking about his own "personality", he kindly and dryly advised, "After all, this is a happy funeral, so it's not surprising that some bizarre things happen.

Just get used to it.”

Meranda: ...I can't get used to it at all, and I'm not comforted at all.