Hu Ergou's face darkened, and he kept fiddling with the compass in his hand. He then led us two more times, but we still couldn't find our way out.

In the dim light, I noticed what looked like a red sedan chair not far ahead. Just as I was about to get a closer look, the sedan chair disappeared.

"Master Hu, what should we do now?" The village chief asked Hu Ergou with a grim expression.

"This ghost wall is very powerful, and I can't break it. If it's not naturally formed, then whatever came from it must be very fierce." Hu Ergou's brows furrowed deeply, his hands gripping the compass were covered in sweat, and he said in a gloomy tone.

"What should we do now? If Master Zuo can't be laid to rest before dawn, then..." The village chief didn't finish his sentence, clearly out of consideration for my feelings.

Although the villagers said that the burial must be completed before dawn, they didn't say what would happen if it wasn't done.

However, the fact that the burial was not completed before dawn was clearly not a good omen.

The problem now is that there is no way to get out of this ghost wall. Hu Ergou also said that if it is the former, it is okay, at worst we can get out by dawn, but if it is the latter, then what is the purpose of this thing? Why does it create a ghost wall to prevent Grandpa from being buried?

At that time, I was young and ignorant, and I didn't know what fear was. I only knew that my grandfather had raised me to this age, and he was my only relative. No one could stop him from being buried.

"Damn it, what are you? Why are you blocking my grandfather's burial? You son of a bitch!" I cursed at the surroundings. The reason I did this was because I had heard from the old people in the village that if you encountered unusual things, cursing a few times would have unexpected effects.

Hu Ergou's face changed drastically, and he was about to reach out to cover my mouth, but I had already spoken. His hand was halfway out, hanging in mid-air, his body trembling.

Not only was Hu Ergou trembling, but I saw that everyone in the village who came to pay their respects was also trembling, including those strongmen. It felt like the temperature had dropped by ten or twenty degrees in an instant, and I also felt a bone-chilling cold. But I was already furious and didn't care about anything else. I continued to yell and curse, "You damn dog, you cowardly rat hiding your head and tail, if you have the guts, come out here. What kind of skill is it to stop a deceased person from being buried?"

"My little darling, please stop talking! We can't afford to mess with this thing!" Hu Ergou snapped out of his daze and quickly covered my mouth with his hand.

"Why is there a sedan chair over there?" Just then, a villager pointed in a direction and said, his body trembling.

"Where is it? I don't see it." Another villager was right next to him. Following his hand, he looked in all directions, but it was pitch black. Where was the sedan chair?

The villagers attending the funeral began to stir. Now even Hu Ergou couldn't get out; it seemed they must have encountered something evil.

Originally, Hu Ergou's presence could have calmed them down, but now it seems even Hu Ergou is no longer of any use, because Hu Ergou himself is trembling with fear.

"Waaaaah..."

Hu Ergou covered my mouth, silencing my curses. When I heard that other villagers had also seen the sedan chair, my mind, which had been clouded by anger, gradually calmed down. Then my face turned pale instantly. I had thought that I had just been hallucinating when I saw the sedan chair, but now that someone else had seen it, it was enough to prove that I had indeed seen the sedan chair.

What good thing could a red sedan chair suddenly appear in the field late at night?

I really wanted to tell them that I had also seen the sedan chair, but I didn't dare, because my grandfather hadn't been buried yet. If I scared all the villagers away, who would carry my grandfather's coffin?

Just when everyone was at a loss, I seemed to hear a laugh, a woman's laugh, seemingly from the left and seemingly from the right, incredibly ethereal and eerie.

I was completely numb. My eyes darted around in terror, trying to find the source of the voice. At the same time, I observed the villagers' expressions and realized that they didn't seem to have heard the voice.

It was at this moment.

We heard a loud shout from behind, "Selling pork!"

It was a deep, resonant male voice, very loud and with a powerful penetrating quality, as if it could penetrate everyone's soul.

We all turned around and saw an old man slowly walking towards us. He was a disheveled man with a goatee on his chin, and he looked to be about seventy years old, but he seemed to be in good health.

"Who is Zuo Changming?" the old man shouted.

"I am Zuo Changming." I carefully examined the old man, took a few steps forward, and asked uncertainly, "Are you the old comrade-in-arms that Grandpa mentioned, Fifth Grandpa?"

"It's me." The old man came closer, glanced at me, a hint of disappointment flashing in his eyes, then turned to look at my grandfather's coffin and sighed softly, "Old friend, I never thought you would actually leave before me."

After a moment of reflection, Fifth Grandfather slowly said, "Let's go, old friend, I'll see you off on your final journey."

"Fifth Grandfather, it seems like we're being targeted by something evil, and we can't get out." I felt a strange sense of familiarity with the Fifth Grandfather that my grandfather was talking about, and I mustered up my courage to step forward and say.

"What filthy thing! I just saw you all running around like headless flies outside. Where is your grandfather to be buried? Point me in the right direction," Fifth Grandfather shouted, looking at me as he asked.

I looked around and quickly pointed in a direction, saying, "Grandpa's grave is on the small hill to the left."

"I understand, follow me." Fifth Grandfather glanced in the direction I pointed, frowned, then relaxed, and walked ahead first.

I hurriedly followed in my fifth grandfather's footsteps, and the villagers, seeing this, also hurriedly followed behind me.

Strangely enough, after following my fifth grandfather for a few minutes, we walked out of the rice paddies and soon arrived at the foot of the hillside.

Did we really just panic?

I had questions in my mind, but seeing my fifth grandfather's fierce look, I didn't dare to ask.

I saw that the village chief and the others also had doubts on their faces, especially Hu Ergou, whose face was full of confusion. He kept shaking the compass in his hand. No one spoke and they followed behind Fifth Grandfather quietly.

Finally, before dawn, the villagers buried my grandfather on the west side of the hillside, right in front of the old reservoir.

On the way back, it was already getting light, and Grandpa's funeral was over.

The village chief handled all the funeral expenses; I had no money and didn't know how much it cost.

After everyone returned to my house, had breakfast, tidied up, and then went their separate ways.

As the villagers were leaving, they all told me that if I ever encountered any difficulties in the future, I could tell them.

I nodded my thanks to each of them.

Fifth Grandfather's luggage was very simple: a package and a large knife.