Chapter 220: Chapter 220 Two Old Master Mo Chapter 220: Chapter 220 Two Old Master Mo The next day
In front of Mo Jiacai’s grand residence, tables large and small were arrayed, filled with banquets. Despite being a funeral feast, it was livelier than a wedding banquet.
The dishes were rich in oils and meats, and most were meat-based. Villagers who usually could not afford meat more than a few times a year came at the news, sitting down at the tables and loosening their belts, stuffing themselves full. It was a rare chance to feast at the home of a wealthy family like Old Money Mo’s. If they didn’t eat their fill, it would be a real loss, after all, there might not be another opportunity .
After eating and drinking their fill, some of those braver went inside to take a look at Old Money Mo’s corpse and came back whispering, “It’s strange, Old Master Mo’s hunchback, treated for over a decade, is gone–his back is actually straight.”
“No way, that’s creepy,” the crowd looked at him sideways.
“Don’t believe it? Go in and see for yourself.”
“Let’s go then.” The crowd set down their chopsticks and got up, running off to the mourning hall to see for themselves.
In the mourning hall, the air was thick with the aura of death. They didn’t dare to enter, just peeking in from the doorway. Sure enough, they saw Old Money Mo’s body lying stiff and straight on the ground, half a head taller than when he was alive, scaring them enough to hurriedly retreat back to their seats at the banquet, murmuring among themselves…
“It really is strange. I’ve lived for decades and this is the first time I’ve seen such a thing.”
“Old Master Mo’s back used to be so bent, his head nearly touching his knees. Now that he’s gone, you can’t see any sign of a hunchback.”
“This is too spooky; it’s scared me to death!” The person speaking shivered with goosebumps, showing his fright.
“Yes! When Old Master Mo suddenly got a hunchback overnight, our Mo Family Village discussed it for over a decade. He saw countless famous doctors who couldn’t find the cause. Now that he’s dead, his back is better–it’s really eerie.”
“Shh! Don’t talk nonsense here, be careful Old Master Mo hears you, isn’t pleased, and decides to follow you home tonight to scare you.”
“Right, right, everyone stop talking, the dead deserve respect.”
Hearing this, everyone tacitly fell silent, and after finishing their meal, they all left the table, planning to come back for the next meal.
In Mo Family Village, the custom was to display the corpse at home for three days before burial. During these three days, the family in mourning would set up a banquet that flowed for three days for the villagers to eat as much as they wanted. Of course, the quality of the food depended on how wealthy the family was; the rich had one way of displaying, the poor had another.
Old Money Mo’s son was only seventeen, already married with a child. As soon as Old Money Mo passed away, he had a monk from the temple come over to recite scriptures to guide Old Money Mo’s lost soul.
Inside the mourning hall, the air was filled with smoke. Old Money Mo’s body lay on the ground, with lamps lit above his head and at his feet. According to the monk from the temple, this was to guide the lost soul so that he could ascend to paradise without suffering in Yama Hall.
After eating at the banquet outside, Xuexue and Big Bull also walked into the mourning hall, watching from the side…
They saw six little ghosts tugging at Old Money Mo’s soul, endlessly scuffling with it. Old Money Mo, likely unused to being dead so recently, clutched his head, letting the little ghosts bully him without knowing to fight back.
“Wife, wife, why are there two Old Master Mos?” Big Bull asked innocently, shaking Xuexue’s arm.
Xuexue quickly covered his mouth and glanced around, relieved that everyone else was engrossed in their grief and hadn’t noticed them.
“You come with me.” Xuexue pulled him out.
“Wife, I’m asking you! Why are there two Old Master Mos?” Not far from the mourning hall, Big Bull asked again.
“You’re still talking!”
What a fool, Xuexue was so frustrated she was about to drag him away.
An old woman nearby heard their conversation and asked gossipingly, “Big Bull, what was that about two Old Master Mos? Did you run into something evil?”