According to Yang Hao's customs, the funeral would take five or seven days.
However, this custom was in Nanjiang in the past.
In Nanjiang now, other than the Laocheng District and some of the surrounding villages, the other places had long since implemented cremation.
If they died, they would be dragged to the crematorium, and then their family and friends would gather at the hotel for a meal. Finally, the urn would be sent to the funeral parlor.
Of course, this was due to some of the government's policies and the fact that there was no place in the city for people to be buried.
However, in Nanjiang's Laocheng District city and the countryside, many people still carried out burial, following the funeral that had been carried out since ancient times.
Old Lin's family was like this.
A relative bought a piece of land in the countryside outside the suburbs. After spending a small sum of money, they held the funeral here.
It was very simple. The houses in the Laocheng District were big enough anyway, and they even had a yard. There was no need to worry about not having enough space for a traditional funeral ceremony. It was just that it would be a little troublesome to bury them tomorrow, but that could not stop the current money attack.
He rented a car and asked the coffin carriers to carry the coffin up. With the car, they would leave the city and go to the countryside. At that time, they would unload it and carry it up the mountain.
After Yang Hao exchanged for the Mao Mountain Beginner Talisman Technique, he did not stay idle. He spent 1,000 commission points in the system to exchange for a Weasel Brush and then went to the market to buy a live rooster.
The cinnabar shop had virgin boy's urine…
Although it was a little embarrassing, Yang Hao, who had lived for twenty years, was indeed a virgin…
The only thing missing was the black dog's blood, which was not easy to find.
Within the system, these items could not be exchanged.
However, the black dog's blood was only needed for the corpse suppression talisman. For other talismans such as exorcism and ghost suppression, a mixture of cinnabar rooster blood and child urine would be enough.
Yang Hao didn't hurry to draw talismans. He ordered takeout first. After he finished eating, the old people also came to the door with the paper money they had printed today.
After paying the bill, the store had another 70 to 80 catties of paper money in stock.
After that, Yang Hao chose to close the door, take a bath, and change his clothes. He placed an incense table in the backyard and lit an incense stick.
He stood there quietly for a few minutes before putting the brush into the small bowl that contained the mixture of cinnabar, chicken blood, and other ingredients.
The yellow paper was already laid out on the table.
Yang Hao's brush moved like lightning. In less than two seconds, he finished drawing an exorcism talisman…
However, the painting was already drawn.
However, a hint of disappointment flashed across Yang Hao's eyes. He then crumpled the talisman into a ball and threw it aside…
The preparations beforehand, the smooth movements, and the drawing of the runes were all correct.
However, the magic power input was not stable enough. It did not completely fuse with the brush and the talisman. The magic power could not be stably fixed on the talisman paper. The effect of this talisman was like a child's doodle...
After calming himself down, Yang Hao chose to continue working.
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It took Yang Hao nearly six hours to draw three exorcism talismans from the night until dawn…
The failure rate was as high as 99%. Yang Hao felt that if Yan Limin came to buy these talisman papers, his 10,000 yuan per piece seemed to be too little…
He threw down his pen and entered the room with the three talismans that he didn't even know how he succeeded. He stuffed the talismans into his wallet and lay down on the bed to sleep.
His spiritual power was twice that of an ordinary person, but he had reached his limit after drawing talismans for a few hours.
This thing consumed a lot of energy.
However, after a night of sleep, his mental power returned.
Yang Hao practiced some random boxing in the courtyard and warmed up his body. Then, he opened the door and walked toward Old Lin's house.
As the supplier of his funeral supplies, according to custom, Yang Hao had to be treated to a meal on the last journey.
This was similar to how the master would treat people to a meal after the Yang-Realm hired people to repair a house.
"Lil Hao, you're here! Come on, let's go over there. Those tables are all neighbors. You know some of them too. Let's sit down and eat together!”
As soon as Yang Hao arrived, Second Brother Lin, who was a filial son, came over with a sackcloth draped over his shoulders.
He didn't look sad at all. Although he didn't smile, it was obvious that his father's death was nothing to him.
Yang Hao did not think much of it. Elder Lin was over eighty last year, so it was fine for him to go at this age.
"Lil Hao, you're here! Not bad! We thought that you would go back to university. We didn't expect you to inherit your grandfather's shop and even make it look decent. I even took a look at the spirit house over there just now. It's not inferior to your grandfather's!”
As soon as Yang Hao sat down, a middle-aged man beside him smiled and spoke to Yang Hao.
"That's right, but this place will only be here for more than a year. I think Lil Hao will only be here for more than a year. When the time comes, he can continue to study!”
Apart from Yang Hao, the youngest person at the table was probably in his forties. Now that Yang Hao, this young man, had taken a seat, he immediately became the topic of conversation at the table.
Yang Hao also called him uncle, uncle, grandpa, and grandma with a smile. Then, they chatted with each other.
"By the way, have you guys heard that Old Lin's death might be a little strange?”
Suddenly, a middle-aged woman across from him spoke to the person at the table in a low voice.
"Cough cough…Aunt Aling, don't talk nonsense. It's almost time to eat. Don't talk about such nonsense!”
A middle-aged man next to him coughed and interrupted him. He picked up the drink on the table and opened it.
"Come, come, drink, drink!”
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Is there anyone here? There were no flowers for a day, no comments, and the data didn't increase. I was writing on tenterhooks, thinking that I was alone.)
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