"You beast, why don't you take Xiaomei home? What are you still standing there for?"

Mr. Fu finally got angry and yelled at Fu Jun who was standing there in a daze.

He looked around, as if looking for a stick or something like that, wanting to beat Fu Jun up.

Fu Jun didn't wait until he was beaten with a stick. He just took action after his father yelled at him.

He walked to the sickbed, his body shaking. In front of him was his wife Xiaomei, also a dead body. He felt scared, his legs were trembling, he didn't even dare to guarantee that he could still walk normally.

Do I really want to carry this corpse back? He kept asking himself in his heart.

He stood there in a daze for a long time, finally took a deep breath, bent down and picked up Xiaomei's body.

He didn't dare to look at Xiaomei's face. He turned his face away and walked towards the door with heavy steps.

This time, everyone followed him one after another, and the clinic returned to its previous calm. After everyone left, the doctor quickly closed the door, leaned against it, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Fu Jun, holding the heavy Xiaomei in his arms, walked slowly towards home. Fu's mother followed behind, holding a flashlight with the support of Shumei, to light the way back for him.

The night was particularly dark tonight, so dark that you couldn't see your hand in front of you. It was also particularly quiet, so quiet that you could hear the calls of snakes, insects, rats and ants.

Before coming, Fu Jun didn't know Xiaomei was just a corpse. Now that he knew, how could he not be afraid? Who wouldn't be afraid to hold a corpse in the middle of the night?

When passing by the ridge of the field, Fu Jun saw a dog or some other animal that quickly ran into the grass beside the road.

Fu Jun screamed in fear and threw Xiaomei's body out. He was so scared that he collapsed to the ground and almost fell into the field next to him.

Everyone was frightened by his screams and they all grabbed each other and trembled with fear.

Fu Jun lay there, muttering to himself, "You can only blame yourself. I didn't hurt you. Please don't come to me. Please, for the sake of our marriage, let me go! Please..."

While he was begging, he kept bowing his head and kowtowing to Xiaomei's body.

After a long time, these people came to their senses. They realized that Fu Jun was just guilty, and there was no such thing as ghosts or no ghosts.

Mother Fu shone the flashlight into the bushes, and saw only a female dog from the village taking a shit there.

"It's just a bitch. Look how scared you are. If you had known this would happen, why did you do it in the first place? Hurry up and get up. Look at you. She's dead, and you still want to torment her like this?"

As Fu's mother spoke, she looked at Xiaomei who was thrown under the ridge of the field by Fu Jun.

Fu Jun raised his head and looked around to make sure there was nothing unusual. Then he got up from the ground, slid down to the edge of the field and picked up Xiaomei's body.

Seeing how hard he was struggling, Wencai jumped down to help without hesitation.

With Wencai's help, Xiaomei's body was soon brought to the edge of the field. Fu Jun picked up Xiaomei's body again and returned to Fu's house with the help of the flashlight in Fu's mother's hand.

Xiaomei died outside the house. According to the customs passed down by the older generation, she was not allowed to enter the house.

They placed Xiaomei's body in the yard, used a worn door panel as a morgue, and built a shed with plastic tape to protect Xiaomei's body from wind and rain, block the scorching sun, and prevent the body from rotting.

Shumei and her neighbors had done their best. They helped to build the makeshift shed before everyone dragged their tired bodies back home.

It was already daybreak, and Wu Ju had already prepared breakfast early in order to show her last courtesy.

When Shumei and the others returned to the courtyard, Wu Ju was guarding the door of the guest room, knocking on the door and calling Li Yushu to get up for breakfast.

When she saw Shumei and the others come in, she quickly went over to ask about Xiaomei's condition. "How is it? How is it? How is Xiaomei's injury?"

Wencai and Shumei both looked haggard. Shumei lowered her head and shook her head helplessly.

"Xiaomei—Xiaomei—is dead."

"Dead?" Wu Ju yelled loudly, her eyes wide open, "Dead, really dead, this--" She ignored Shumei and Wencai, muttered to herself, turned around and walked into the house.

Her reaction left Wencai and Shumei confused. They looked at each other with helplessness on their faces.

The two of them met Li Yushu who came out of the house and walked into the main room together.

As soon as she reached the main hall door, little Shuangning rushed to Shumei and looked at her with her clear eyes, "Mom, where have you been? Ningning thought you had left her again!"