In the past, people only saw lightning in the sky, but this time it was different. They finally had the opportunity to experience up close what lightning as thick as a bucket looked like.

Of course, calling it a bucket is not enough, as the width of the lightning is as thick as a water tank.

The people in Qingjiang Village didn't count and didn't know how many lightning bolts there were.

What was even more bizarre was that the lightning seemed to have eyes, and it struck the old lady's coffin but not anywhere else.

When it finally stopped, everyone stared at the mourning hall with wide eyes.

The coffin that had been placed there safely was now broken into pieces. The entire coffin emitted a burnt smell, and there were even sparks in some places.

Even in the pouring rain, there are still some sparks that are not completely extinguished.

At this moment, the old lady Guan in the coffin was chopped into a pile of broken bones.

It was really a pile of broken bones, scattered on the ground in a pitch-black color. Only from some bones with special shapes could you see that some were the remains of the skull and some were fragments of the pelvis.

In short, it is definitely torn apart.

The Guan family looked at each other in bewilderment. This was the first time they had seen such a situation. A person turned into a pile of broken bones without even being cremated.

They even felt that it was more broken than the one burned in the funeral home.

At this time, a young man from the village quietly stretched his head out from behind the crowd to look inside. After seeing the situation on the ground clearly, he muttered softly,

"How many immoral things must he have done to deserve being struck by lightning like this?"

When they heard his words, those who were not afraid of the Guan family whispered in agreement.

"Exactly. I even think that the dark cloud just now was created to strike the old lady down. Look, after it struck, the dark cloud immediately dispersed, and the rain is about to stop."

After hearing what he said, everyone followed suit and looked outside. In fact, they didn't need to look, they could just listen.

The sound of rain hitting the tarpaulin was noticeably softer, and the drizzle could stop at any moment.

Thinking of the raging storm and the merciless lightning, everyone standing in the yard felt a chill in their hearts.

"I, I suddenly remembered that I have something else to do, so I'll go home first."

"Me, me too. It just rained and I don't know if my roof is leaking. I have to go back and check."

"I want to see it too."

"Me too!"

As soon as one of them wanted to leave, several others followed suit. They didn't dare to stay here. Looking at the thunder and lightning just the other day, the old lady must have done countless evil things in her life. If they stayed here to help keep vigil, they might suffer retribution in the future!

Thinking of this, the villagers couldn't help but quicken their pace as they left, fearing that they would be called back if they walked too slowly.

The Guan family hurriedly called for help. What was going on? Every funeral is a lively one. If only their family members were there, how could they hold their heads up in the village in the future?

But no matter how they shouted, the villagers ran away quickly.

In the end, only the Guan family members were left in the mourning shed. They looked at each other, then at the human bones that had been chopped into charred pieces, and they couldn't help swallowing.

"So, what do we do now?"

It looks like the old lady must have done something bad. Should we hide her in the ancestral tomb? If we bury her, will it affect the feng shui of the ancestral tomb?

Everyone's eyes couldn't help but turn to the old man with gray hair and a cane.

The old man was very skinny, with wrinkled skin tightly attached to his bones. His skin was covered with age spots, and his cheeks were deeply sunken because they had no teeth to support them.

He is the youngest son of Mrs. Guan. He is eighty years old this year and one of only two of her four sons still alive.

The old man's second brother was also there, but he was very ill now. He was sometimes conscious and sometimes confused. He needed someone to take care of him while lying in bed, so he couldn't come to keep vigil.

They didn't even dare to inform him of the death of Old Lady Guan, for fear that he would be too sad to bear it.

But it can't be hidden for long. The old lady would go to see him every day and even help wipe his feces and urine. But he hasn't come yet today. My second brother has asked people about it several times.

Guan Laosi opened his gray-brown eyes, his gaze fixed on the bones on the ground.

After a long time, he stood up shakily with the help of a cane and walked to the coffin at an extremely slow pace.

Then he slowly knelt down, picked up the broken bones one by one with his hands, and wrapped them tightly with his clothes.

"My old lady, I will bury her myself! Not in the ancestral grave!"

Guan Lao Si knew what the younger generations were worried about, but no matter what evil things Guan Lao Tai had done, she was always a qualified mother. In order to raise her four sons, she had suffered a lot since she was young.

No matter how much she felt sorry for anyone, she had never felt sorry for her own children.

Anyone can dislike her, but my second brother and I will never do that!

Guan Laosi's hands were shaking. He gathered all the broken bones together and slowly walked towards the back mountain.

When his son and grandson saw this, they hurried forward to support their father/grandfather, and walked up the mountain together on the muddy mountain road.

At this time, Guan Laoer, who was paralyzed in bed, was looking at the door with his eyes wide open. He didn't know why his old mother, who usually came early in the morning, didn't come until noon.

"Dad, let's eat first!"

Guan Laoer's son secretly turned his head and wiped his face, then quickly turned back and looked at his old father as if nothing had happened.

"Where's your grandma? Has Tseng-Tseng come yet?"

It would be fine if Guan Lao Er didn't speak, but once he spoke, one could tell his mouth was crooked and he couldn't speak clearly at all.

"My grandma has a cold today. She didn't want to infect you so she didn't come. She asked me to watch you eat quickly. After dinner, I'll wipe you down."

Guan Laoer stared at his son for a long time, then suddenly closed his eyes and his mouth.

He refused to speak or eat.

This means to tell his son clearly that I will not eat if your grandma doesn’t come.

Guan Laoer's son was at a loss. He was just thinking about how to make up a lie to deceive his old father when he suddenly saw a few young people playing and fighting as they passed by the gate of the courtyard.

"You saw it, Mrs. Guan's body was almost struck by lightning. I don't know what the Guan family will bury her with."

"Who said she wasn't? You said that old lady is really very long-lived. She will be 110 years old in half a year. But the thunderbolt today showed that she is not a good person. People say that evil will last for a thousand years. Look at how long this old evil can live. She is dead. If she hadn't died, she might have done even more evil!"

"That's right, that's why they say God has mercy on us. Kill that old witch!"

"Hahaha, kill that old witch!"

"Serves you right! This must be karma!"