Chapter 44: Zhang Xiaolan Wears Mourning Clothes

  Hahaha...

  Just then, a woman's voice suddenly came into my ear again. The voice was very lively and had some flirtation.

  Of course, this revelry and dissipation was not what I heard at the time. At that time, I was just a little kid, and I only felt that the woman's laughter was a bit strange, but I didn't know where it was strange. The revelry and dissipation of that sound was something I felt after growing up, when recalling what happened that night.

  But at that time, I could still feel something. At least, the woman's voice was different from the little girl's voice just now.

  The little girl's voice was fleeting and uncertain, feeling light and airy, as if it had suddenly emerged from thin air, leaving one wondering where it came from and where its source was.

  The woman's voice, I could tell it was coming from directly in front of me, and although the sound was also somewhat weak, at least it didn't have that ethereal feeling. At least I felt that the woman's voice was a real, human voice.

  "Master, listen, there's a woman's voice, is someone inside the house?" I said to Master Zhangshan.

  "I heard it, coming from ahead, let's go take a look." Bamboo Mountain Old Dao replied with one sentence.

  As soon as my master, the old Taoist of Bamboo Mountain, said this, I immediately believed in my judgment. The sound just now was absolutely made by a human being. Otherwise, my master would have told me that the sound was not made by a human being.

  I and my master felt our way through the darkness, walking in the direction of the source of the sound for a while, until we came to a brightly lit house.

  In the old mansion where Mie Men Po lived, I could still see lights. Not only did I, a little kid, find it strange, but even my master, Zhu Shan Lao Dao, couldn't quite understand it either.

  In the impression of my master, Zhu Shan Lao Dao, that Mie Men Po was extremely averse to light. Therefore, in general, she would never go out during the day. At night, even if she was indoors, she would also never light lamps.

  Now, the room in front of me has a light on, which means there must be someone inside. At this time, Mie Men Po should be herding ghosts at Song Lin Mountain, so the person in the room definitely won't be Mie Men Po.

  Few people dare to enter the witch's house, and even fewer dare to light a lamp in the dark and gloomy place.

  "It should be Li Tianzhen in this house." My master whispered to me.

  Li Tianzhen followed her mother, the exterminator of the gate, back to her maternal home. Everyone knew about this matter. Although Li Tianzhen was the daughter of the exterminator of the gate, she did not follow in her mother's footsteps and was not afraid of light like her mother. Therefore, she would light a lamp every evening, just like an ordinary rural woman.

  My master, Bamboo Mountain Taoist, inferred from this information that the person in the house was Li Tianzhen.

  Hahaha...

  Just then, the woman's voice came out of the house again. Because it was very close, the sound was very loud, and with the echo, it was a bit deafening. At least my ears couldn't take such a loud noise, so after the woman's voice came out, I unconsciously covered my ears with my hands.

  Because this is an old house, the windows in the rooms of this house are different from those of ordinary farmhouses. The window of the room where the woman was located faces the corridor and is a wooden carved flower window. On that window, there is a layer of paper pasted on it. That paper should have been white originally, but now, probably because of the long time, it has become somewhat yellowish.

  My master, the old Taoist of Bamboo Mountain, looked at me with a glance and then pointed to that window. I understood what my master meant, he was telling me to go through that window to investigate the situation inside the house.

  After understanding what my master, Zhang Shan Lao Dao, meant, I nodded in agreement.

  As I nodded, my master pulled me to the side of the carved window. The carved window was about one meter high from the ground, and its shortest part was almost as high as my mouth. Therefore, if I wanted to see the situation inside clearly, I had to prop up my feet.

  I arrived at the window, my master, Bamboo Mountain Old Dao, first put his fingers into his mouth, wetting them with saliva, and then used those already damp fingers to poke two small holes in the paper window.

  When doing this thing, my master Zhu Shan Lao Dao's technique was very skilled. I could tell that he had done this many times before.

  Originally, my master only needed to poke one hole, but he poked two holes, just wanting me to take a look at the situation inside.

  Wait until Master has poked that hole well, then I'll put my head up and use my eyes to aim at the slightly shorter one.

  Inside the room, there was a woman with long hair facing away from me. The woman sat on the bed, her back bare, and her lower body covered with a black quilt. On the headboard, a funeral dress was placed. The funeral dress was placed somewhat disheveled, as if the woman had just taken it off.

  From the woman's back, her skin looked very smooth and white, tender, not like an old woman. At least I can be sure that the woman would not be Li Tianzhen, because Li Tianzhen would not have such fair and tender skin. Also, Li Tianzhen's hair was not as long as this woman's, nor was it as black and shiny.

  At this moment, the woman suddenly took out a bone from the black quilt. From its shape, it should be a dead person's bone, and it was on the arm.

  After taking out the bone, the woman's "hahaha" laughter started again. Moreover, accompanied by that laughter, the woman put the bone between her legs and then rubbed it up and down with the bone.

  On one side grinding, that woman on the other side issued a loud cry of passion. Just as the woman's cries of passion were about to reach their climax, a man suddenly appeared behind her back.

  I know this man, he is from Shimǎ Village, he is the late Zhang San.

  Zhang San picked up the shroud from the head of the bed, smelled it and said it smells good, then he put the shroud on the woman's body.

  After putting the longevity clothes on that woman, Zhang San immediately put his mouth close to her ear and whispered a sentence. "You in the longevity clothes are the most beautiful!"

  As soon as Zhang San finished speaking, the woman immediately used her hand to lightly pat his back.

  "You're really bad!" the woman said.

  At this time, I suddenly had a feeling that the woman's voice was very familiar and I should have heard it somewhere. Although I had already vaguely guessed who the woman was, I still didn't dare to confirm until I saw her full face.

  At this time, Zhang San suddenly picked up the woman. After being picked up by Zhang San, the woman's profile was facing me, but unfortunately, her profile was completely covered by her black hair. Therefore, I still couldn't see the woman's face.

  Zhang San picked up the woman and slowly walked towards the corner of the house. It was only then that I noticed, in this room's corner, there was actually a coffin without a lid.

  Finally, Zhang San carried the woman to the coffin and carefully put her inside. Just as Zhang San was putting the woman down, I suddenly realized that the woman was actually naked from the waist down, not even wearing a pair of underwear.

  After putting the woman in the coffin, Zhang San immediately took off his pants and jumped into the coffin. The two of them made out in the coffin for a while, and the woman, seemingly too excited, suddenly stood up.

  As soon as the woman's head poked out of the coffin, I recognized her - it was Zhang Xiaolan.

  Just as I was about to see Zhang Xiaolan's smooth body, a pair of big hands suddenly covered my eyes.

  "A child's family is not good to look at," said my master, Zhangshan Old Dao.

  My master, Bamboo Mountain Old Dao, after finishing speaking, immediately pulled me to one side and dragged me away from the small hole, no longer allowing me to see what was inside.

  At that time, I was still a little kid and wasn't very interested in what happened inside the room. However, there was one thing that made me curious - my master, Zhang Shan Lao Dao, had something between his legs that looked like a small tent, propping up his crotch area. I didn't know why it was like that! But I didn't ask my master about this question either, I just thought that the little tent between his legs must have been caused by some kind of exercise or practice.