Chapter 753: Love, Chunibyo & Other Delusions (15)

It was raining today, and the road up the mountain was not easy to walk on.

Fortunately, the locals were familiar with the road conditions, and they carried a coffin up the mountain without falling because of the slippery road.

There were graves everywhere on this mountain, and the dead in the village were usually buried here. Therefore, the villagers would come across graves of relatives every few steps on the mountain. The villagers

were used to it and did not think it was a big deal, but outsiders were a little horrified when they saw this scene.

Wang Qing looked very unhappy, as if he was hollowed out and in low spirits. He looked at Bai Yao several times, wanting to say something to her, but every time he saw Fan Su beside Bai Yao, he had to give up the idea.

Fan Su and Bai Yao were holding a black umbrella. His presence was very low. Even if he was dressed strangely, few people would notice him. He slept late last night, yawned lazily, and moved closer to Bai Yao.

Bai Yao held his hand and looked at the people working in the grave. He couldn't help feeling a little sad. People who were still alive not long ago were buried in the earth after death.

According to local customs, when a dead person is buried, a person who performs rituals is required to chant sutras. This person is not a professional Taoist priest or monk. He is just an ordinary person. He only puts on a black robe and chants some mysterious words after someone dies.

His surname is also Zhao, and everyone usually calls him Master Zhao.

Suddenly, he shouted. It turned out

that just as the coffin was put into the pit, a black crow fell on the coffin lid and died without struggling for a few times.

Everyone was shocked by the scene in front of them. Death is a taboo in itself, and now a black crow has died in the grave pit. Coupled with the horror rumors that have been circulating some time ago, the people present were inevitably frightened and talked about it.

Zhao Shi quickly knelt on the ground, crying and shouting: "Dad..."

Zhao Shi managed to stay calm. He asked the man who was performing the ritual, "Master Zhao, what's going on?"

Master Zhao also looked a little panicked, but with his many years of experience in attending funerals, he quickly calmed down. "Crows have a keen sense of smell and can sense the smell of decay and death. Crows themselves like to eat rotten meat, so when the crows smell the odor of the deceased's decaying body during the funeral, they will smell it as a whim." Because there is food nearby, it will circle in the sky to find it, but..."

Zhao Si asked: "But?"

Master Zhao said: "This crow died here for no reason. There must be a force in the dark that prevents it from coveting the body of the deceased."

In the crowd, someone said: "It must be Teacher Zhao. He must have done it."

With this discussion, others also gathered around to discuss the strange things that happened in the Zhao family during this period of time.

Teacher Zhao was the most educated person in the village, and his death was of course eye-catching. It is said that after his death, strange things have been happening in their family. It is not the first time that someone in the Zhao family has reported that a coughing figure was seen walking around in the house late at night.

Many people are now saying that it is haunted, and that Mr. Zhao does not want to leave, so he is still wandering in the world.

The rumor is getting more and more intense, and some people in the neighborhood are afraid to live in their homes, but up to now, no one has proposed to move.

"Bai Yao," Wang Qing asked in a low voice: "What do you think of this matter?"

Bai Yao asked: "What matter?"

"It's what they said... about haunted things..."

Bai Yao smiled, "We are all leaving here today, whether it is haunted or not, it has nothing to do with us."

Wang Qing thought so too, he was just an outsider, and whatever happened to the locals should have nothing to do with him. Thinking of this, his eyes couldn't help but look at Fansui.

Fansui still looked stupid, and didn't react to the people and things around him. If he was said to be a fool, someone would definitely believe it.

But Wang Qing just felt that this young man was very strange. In fact, he couldn't tell what was wrong with Fansui. It was just a kind of intuition, very mysterious.

After the funeral, the group came down from the mountain in the light rain.

The branches in the forest were shaking, and bean-sized water drops fell madly.

Fansui had already held Bai Yao's waist in advance and brought her to his side. The umbrella in his hand was tilted so that no extra water drops would fall on Bai Yao's head.

The others were unprepared and their clothes were more or less wet by the water drops on the trees.

"What is that...what is that?"

Everyone looked up and saw a large black mass flying out from the woods. It was a flock of crows, so many that it seemed they could cover the sky in front of them at any time.

It's not that they haven't seen crows before, but they have never seen so many of them.

Everyone was frightened by the scene before them. Then, before they could react, the crows rushed down frantically, attacking the people below with their sharp claws and pointed beaks. People screamed and subconsciously protected their heads with their hands. They waved whatever they had in their hands, trying to drive away those crazy beasts.

A crow got the wrong direction and approached Bai Yao. The young man grabbed its neck neatly. It struggled for a few times, but soon stopped moving and fell to the ground.

Fan Su held up the black umbrella in his hand and raised his eyes slightly. His eyes fell on the colors of the crows, which were a bit more dark. Today he was wearing all black, but his wife in a white dress in his arms became the only colorful embellishment on his body.

In an instant, the place where they stood became a vacuum zone, and no crow dared to wander here anymore.

Some people were frightened by this unreasonable scene and screamed, "What on earth is going on with these birds!"

Master Zhao had several more wounds on his body and was scrambling to avoid them. Obviously, he had no time to answer this question.

The expressions of the two siblings, Zhao Si and Zhao Shi, were very strange. When they saw a crow dying on the coffin board before, they cried out to their father in sorrow. However, now, their expressions were full of surprise, panic, and doubt.

A group of people fled down the mountain in a panic under the attack of the crows. If they thought that the death of Master Zhao was weird before, now each of them was shrouded in a permeating atmosphere.

"Have the strange things happened more and more in the village in recent years?"

"I don't even dare to turn off the lights when I go to bed at night."

"What should I do? Do you think there are really ghosts here?"