Chapter 2 Funerals must have funeral money

"Second brother."

A thin boy in the crowd ran over and hugged Zhong Lin's thighs, tears welling up in his eyes.

"I knew that second brother would not die. Woohoo, they all said that you were dead, and they said they would hold a funeral for you and have a feast."

Zhong Lin lowered his head and patted Zhong Shi, who had a big head and a small body and looked like a little carrot. He threw all the prey on the ground and said with a smile: "How could second brother die? He is back and has killed a lot of prey. I will grill you later."

He raised his head and glanced at the villagers in the yard. The smile on his face withdrew and became extremely cold.

Funeral? Feast?

Eating the whole family is more like eating out.

The parents of the previous life had passed away long ago, leaving only a younger brother, Zhong Shi. When the previous life just got into trouble, these people came here like hyenas smelling blood. Don't they know that if the previous life really died, the remaining food in the family would be the only thing that Zhong Shi could survive.

As Zhong Lin's eyes swept over, all the people showed an embarrassed look on their faces, their eyes dodged, and they subconsciously hid the bowls and chopsticks in their hands behind their backs.

"That... Dalinzi, we are kind-hearted. Everyone thought you were dead, so... that's why we came to hold your funeral, just to make you decent."

The speaker was named Lin San, who was the uncle of the previous life and could be said to have watched the previous life grow up.

"Yes! Yes! We are kind-hearted, kind-hearted!"

Someone took the lead, and other villagers also began to defend themselves.

The so-called law does not punish the masses, and we didn't know you were not dead. This was just a misunderstanding.

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, Dalinzi, it would be best if you could come back alive, Lin Laosan, why don't you go and take down the white flag at the door, and everyone should go home quickly if you are fine, so as not to disturb the reunion of Dalinzi and his brother."

The elder with the highest generation in the village, Mr. Liu Erye, spoke, which was considered the final word.

Lin Laosan nodded and said: "Hey! I'll go right away."

Zhong Lin moved his feet and directly blocked the gate of the courtyard, and also blocked Lin Laosan's way.

"Da Linzi, what are you doing?"

The cold smile on Zhong Lin's face was swept away, and he said warmly: "It turned out to be a misunderstanding! But the banner has been hung up, and the meal has been eaten. Isn't it time to pay the funeral gifts?"

The so-called "feast gifts" are funeral gifts.

Since you are here to attend Laozi's funeral, you must pay the funeral gifts.

The smile on Lin Laosan's face froze, and even Liu Erye, who had just spoken, breathed quickly and looked at Zhong Lin in disbelief.

The previous Zhong Lin was not like this, honest and simple, even if he suffered a little loss, he would not say anything, unlike now he actually asked everyone for "feast gifts".

You are not dead, why do you want funeral gifts?

"Get out of the way, what are you standing here for? You're blocking my way."

A drunken voice came from the main hall, followed by a tall, fleshy man pushing away several villagers standing in front of him.

Even these shameless villagers quickly avoided this man, their faces full of awe and disgust.

"Hey! Dalinzi is back, it's really the mountain god's blessing, I thought you died in the Black Mountain, it's good that you didn't die, if you really died, I would be missing a playmate!"

Zhong Lin's mind also instantly popped up the memory left by his predecessor. This man was named Zhang Kun, the son of Zhang Erye in the village. He was of a very high generation and could be the grandfather of some children, but he didn't do what the elders should do.

Relying on his tall and strong body, he bullied the villagers a little bit exaggerated, there was not so much fish and meat for him to eat, but he often beat people when drunk, kicked widows' doors, and beat disabled people.

The villagers of Xiahe Village dared to be angry but dared not speak out against him. After all, they really couldn't beat him, and he was also a scoundrel. In a fight, he would kill. It was normal to break a hand or arm. You have to know that in this era of underdeveloped medicine, a broken hand or arm could really be a lifelong disability.

Zhang Kun came to Zhong Lin drunkenly. He was a head taller than Zhong Lin, and he looked down at him. He yawned, and the strong smell of alcohol hit him.

"It's good that you're not dead. Good dog, don't block the way. I'm going home to sleep." Zhang Kun cursed.

While speaking, he stretched out his hand to push Zhong Lin away, but he didn't move for a while.

Zhong Lin looked up and looked directly at Zhang Kun: "Wan Jin."

Zhang Kun's face was furious. His face, which was originally red because of drunkenness, became even more blood red because Zhong Lin didn't give him face. His fist hit Zhong Lin's face directly

"Fuck you..."

Zhong Lin grabbed the hatchet at his waist and chopped directly at Zhang Kun's neck without any hesitation.

Zhang Kun also reacted when the hatchet appeared, and dodged subconsciously, but because he punched someone and was drunk, his body could not react in time, and he could only move his body to prevent his neck from being cut off, but the hatchet still cut from his left shoulder blade to his chest.

Swish!

"Ah!"

A scream sounded, and the bright red blood flowed out instantly, and Zhang Kun collapsed to the ground.

The villagers in the yard also screamed in shock, and some timid ones kept retreating and dodging, looking at Zhong Lin with fear in their eyes.

They really didn't expect Zhong Lin to really take action, and the hatchet was also aimed at human life. If Zhang Kun hadn't dodged at the last moment, half of his neck could have been cut off.

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Zhong Lin took a step forward expressionlessly, squatted down and patted Zhang Kun's face with the hatchet: "Wan Jin."

The so -called horizontal was afraid of being stunned, and the fearlessness was not dying. Zhang Kun, who had always bullied others at this moment, was also persuaded to face Zhong Lin's knife, and his face was full of fear.

"Big ... Da Linzi, don't ... don't be impulsive, it's all villages, we still grew up together, don't kill me, don't kill me."

Zhang Kun trembled, and there was a smell of urine under the crotch.

"I don't want to say it again for the third time."

Zhong Lin's voice was low.

"Yes, yes, I give it."

He could bear the pain on his body and took out a money bag from his arms. He wanted to take out some copper coins from it, but was taken away by Zhong Lin.

"Go!"

Zhang Kun opened his mouth, and in the end, he didn't dare to ask. He could only get up while covering the wound, and then left quickly.

Zhong Lin glanced at the others in the yard, and all these people became afraid of fear.

"Wan Jin."

Zhong Lin highlighted these two words again, but at this time seemed to be full of magic, making them dare not have any rejection. After all, the blood on the ground was so dazzling.

There are two people, one, and one, and more or less will leave some copper coins. Although it is painful, it is better than being cut.

When the last person left, there were more than 80 copper coins on the desktop.

"Hey, a group of bullies and fear."

Zhong Lin opened his mouth and scolded, his face was disdainful.