"Master, Xie Choudan, did you hear any strange noises?" Guagua asked softly.
The row of people squatting all shook their heads in unison.
Guagua wondered if he was hallucinating. "Could I have misheard... No, it really is. Listen carefully, it sounds like the muffled sound of fingernails scratching something in a closed space. Oh right, it's the movie we watched before we came out."
Chirp~, chirp~, chirp~
The scene was quiet, with only the sound of dust being spread on the coffin.
This sound, this direction...
The people and animals who had been quietly listening to the gossip suddenly stood up, their sharp eyes fixed on the makeshift coffin.
"Wow, it's alive!" Guagua exclaimed in surprise.
"Auntie Gua, quick, I want to see a real zombie!" Da Liu was both scared and curious—a living zombie, not the kind shown on TV.
"Auntie Gua, I want to see it too."
A whole bunch of stinky babies stared wide-eyed, ready to go.
It's no wonder they associated it with zombies; the main characters in movies are supposed to pop out of coffins.
Seeing the patriarch stride hurriedly toward the crowd, Shishi tapped her cheek with her finger in thought.
"Quack, quack, guess what kind of story this is?"
"Is it real infidelity? Real filial piety? Or is it just smearing someone's name? Or is it exploiting someone who has no descendants?"
There's no way around it; watching too many TV dramas and short shows inevitably leads to overthinking.
The girl in the coffin was dressed reasonably well, and she wasn't buried simply with a straw mat covering her body, so she probably wasn't from a poor family who couldn't afford to eat.
But without seeing the whole picture, Guagua wasn't sure either. "Let's go save people first, then we'll hear the story."
"Stop! Stop it now!" Xie Lin squeezed into the crowd, stopping the soil from being poured onto the coffin.
The shoveler instinctively stopped, eyeing the man covered in patches yet still exuding an aura of authority with suspicion.
Grandma Yao cried uncontrollably, clutching her chest and sobbing, "Who are you? Why are you stopping my granddaughter's burial?"
"Old man, I have good hearing. I heard a sound coming from inside the coffin. I suspect the person inside isn't dead," Xie Lin said, getting straight to the point.
"You're talking nonsense! Chunhua is gone, she's gone. What's your purpose in saying this? What are you trying to do by disturbing her peace? Who are you? Could it be... you are..."
"No, Chunhua is my wife, both in life and in death. I absolutely will not allow..."
"Waaah, Chunhua, I miss you so much! How could you bear to leave me like this? Grandma, I'm in so much pain."
A young man with a square face, thick eyebrows, and big eyes stared with red, tear-filled eyes. Halfway through his sentence, he became aggrieved and hugged the old lady, crying bitterly.
The unspoken words, if imagined, would form the basis of a grand drama.
Sure enough, the aunts and uncles came up with all sorts of wild ideas.
"You wouldn't happen to be Chunhua's lover, would you?"
"He looks like it. He's probably the father of the baby in Chunhua's belly. Otherwise, what would it look like if he jumped out?"
"Young man, listen to my advice, go now. Respect the dead, don't..."
“You’re the cheating husband, your whole family are cheating husbands. He’s my man. Look carefully, only someone as beautiful as me is worthy of him.”
"His words were sarcastic and sarcastic; this is the first time I've ever seen a man so eager to smear his deceased wife."
Shishi jumped out with her hands on her hips.
Because he was going to experience life with his daughter, his face was covered in soot, and his coarse clothes were patched here and there, so you really couldn't see any beauty in him.
However, what she said was indeed correct. The person was dead, and for the husband to still throw mud at him was indeed a bit excessive.
Taking advantage of everyone's attention being focused on Jianfu, Chou Chou threw a vine at the ground.
No amount of nonsense is as good as letting the facts speak for themselves.
The gossip team prefers a confrontation between both sides rather than one side giving its own account.
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