Wu Xinwei felt awkward being left out by her, so Wu Tianxiong said, "Rest for a while, we'll leave when it's daybreak."

It has to be said that my relatives are really capable people. Although I was very close to Sisi after the ritual , I never heard the baby crying again. Then Sisi fell asleep leaning against the sofa. I could see that she slept very comfortably, without any frightening movements in her dream. Wu Xinwei sat there silently, as sleepless as I was. Wu Tianxiong and Luo Tianbao closed their eyes to rest.

When they reached Dongfang Bai, Wu Tianxiong said, "Let's go. We have to hurry."

After Sisi was awakened, she went to the bathroom to wash up. I asked, "Did you have any dreams after falling asleep?"

She shook her head and said, "This is the most sound sleep I've had in over a year." Wu Tianxiong really has some skills, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

Wu Xinwei has his own car. He gave his assistant a day off and then drove us to his hometown .

On the way, he asked, "Master, is it necessary to set up a mourning hall ?"

"If you don't do it, you have to set it up. No part of it can be missing."

"Oh! Those relatives in the village are so talkative. Once they find out, they will definitely gossip about me behind my back." Wu Xinwei said with a frown.

"What's this little grievance compared to a life?" Wu Tianxiong's words left him speechless.

Wu Xinwei's hometown is adjacent to Qidong, a village called "Yuanfang". The local economy is not very developed, but the able-bodied laborers in every household work in Shanghai, so it is not considered poor. Wu Xinwei's ancestral home is considered high-end in the entire village. It is a three-story European-style villa with a blue Ford sedan parked at the door.

After parking the car, Wu Xinwei slapped his thigh and said, "I forgot one thing. Burials are not practiced in the village now. The village committee pays for the dead to be sent to the crematorium for cremation. We can't build a grave for the child here."

Many rural areas in China have indeed implemented cremation, and have made it a political achievement task. The higher authorities will even set targets and assign them to each village for implementation. Sometimes, in order to meet the hard targets, villages will even exchange death quotas. A person who clearly died in one village will be cremated as someone from another village. Such absurd things happen quite often. If Yuan Fang Village had also been assigned a target, the baby's body would have been sent to the crematorium immediately once the villagers knew about it.

It is no exaggeration to say that the intensity of this matter is no less than the intensity of the Family Planning Commission's forced abortions, so the news of this funeral cannot be leaked easily.

Afterwards, Wu Xinwei went home and asked his family, and the news he got was that the village now has clear standards for arable land area, and no new graves are allowed to be built except for ancestral graves.

I was at a loss now. I said, "How about we go to Sisi's hometown?"

Sisi said, "I'm an orphan and I don't know where my hometown is."

"How about burying him secretly? The child's grave is not big after all." Wu Xinwei said.

" Funeral legal principles are indispensable, and the ordination ceremony requires monks to chant in the mourning hall, which will cause a lot of noise." Wu Tianxiong said in difficulty.

"Can we find a place where we can bury the dead?" I asked.

Luo Tianbao laughed and said, "Isn't that a mass burial? What we need to do now is to bury the child. Only by burying him in the place where his bloodline originated can it be considered a burial."

"How about finding someone to help?" I said.

"Impossible. We are enforcing strict laws here. There is no room for circumvention." Wu Xinwei said in difficulty.

After much discussion, Wu Tianxiong said, "If we can't move before dark, we have to wait for the dew to come. If the body is exposed to the dew, it will rot faster. This will affect the luck of the family members, and in serious cases, it will even bring bad luck to the living."

"Oh, I really regret it. Why did I cause myself such a huge trouble?" Wu Xinwei wanted to slap himself in the face.

Sisi said coldly, "Even if we're unlucky, it's what we deserve. Think about who this child has offended. Who of us could be more unlucky than this child?"

"Sisi, I'm really at my wit's end. You should think of a solution at this point. There's no point in making sarcastic remarks." Wu Xinwei said anxiously.

"I have no other choice. The worst that can happen is that I will be buried with my child. I am willing to do that."

Sisi's words were naturally spoken in anger, but of course this also showed that she was a kind-hearted girl. At least she could still regret her wrongdoing and was willing to pay the price. But she didn't expect Wu Tianxiong to ask, "Are you really willing to be buried with this child?"

Sisi said without hesitation: "I do."

Wu Xinwei was horrified and said, "I disagree. There should be other ways to deal with this matter. The death of the child is already very sad. If Sisi is sacrificed, then I..."

Sisi said coldly: "I have nothing to do with you anymore. I did this because I felt sorry for the child and felt that he was not worthy of living in this world."

Wu Tianxiong interjected, "You two should shut up. I don't mean for Sisi to be buried with me. In our industry, there's a funeral tradition called Huangquanyin . It involves burying a living person alongside the deceased. It means the two people are so deeply in love that the living person is willing to escort the deceased to the Naihe Bridge before they're finally willing to part ways. The funeral then involves the living and the deceased being buried together."

I was surprised and asked, "You buried a living person just like that?"

"Of course not. This kind of burial is just a formality. After being lowered into the grave, the living person can be taken out of the coffin within an hour, and then the coffin is sealed and buried. Huangquanyin is a funeral method mostly used for mothers burying their children, and husbands burying their wives. Sisi and the child are mother and son, so it is a perfect fit."

Wu Xinwei said: "But it's still illegal here. The problem now is that the child can't be buried, not how to bury him."

"It's definitely not possible to bury him in the name of a child. I mean to hold a living burial in the name of an adult and bury the child in a covert manner."

"I understand. It's right to mourn in Sisi's name?" Wu Xinwei said.

"Yes, but the elegiac couplets, spirit tablets and portraits are all made of children. This way, even the villagers won't know the secret, and you can continue to be the pride of Yuan Fang Village. As for the people in the village committee who believe in burial alive, that's fine. If they don't, they can just think we are engaging in feudal superstitions . But this connection can be resolved, right?" Wu Tianxiong said.

"Of course, this can be completely unblocked, Master, you are really an expert." Wu Xinwei was excited.

Wu Tianxiong smiled bitterly and said, "I can't say I'm an expert, but troubles are inevitable in our line of work. When problems arise, I just have to find ways to solve them. I'm used to it." At that moment, Wu Tianxiong's ferocious facial features softened a lot in my eyes.

Wu Xinwei quickly coordinated with the village committee through his family connections, saying that a burial ceremony for the transfer of the body was necessary.

The villagers didn't know what "living burial" meant, so Wu Tianxiong went to the village committee and explained in detail the process and effects of planting a living base. The village cadres were stunned and quickly agreed to Wu Xinwei's request to "plant a living base."

After this matter was settled, Luo Tianbao immediately used his connections to contact the nearest funeral tribute salesperson and asked them to deliver paper ingots, tinfoil and the smallest thin-skin coffin .

Because it was just a simple burial coffin lowering ceremony, the funeral supplies were not complicated. The child had no photo or name, so the ancestral tablet and elegiac couplets all used the term "beloved son" as a substitute.

When everything was ready, Wu Tianxiong asked Wu Xinwei to buy an old hen. Then he drew a circle on the ground with rice and then drew a straight line to the bed where the jade coffin was placed.

After a while, Wu Xinwei entered the mourning hall carrying an old hen. Wu Tianxiong signaled him to put the old hen on the ground, then circled the hen's head with his hand several times and snapped his fingers.

Strangely enough, the old mother then walked to the place where the rice was placed, as if she had lost her soul, and ate along the pattern drawn by the rice. She first made a circle, and then ate in a straight line to the bed.

Wu Tianxiong took out a kitchen knife from somewhere, pressed the old hen to the ground, and dodged the chicken's head with one knife. He threw the chicken's body under the bed without even looking at it.

Then he stood up and signaled us to be quiet, and pushed the bed to the wall. Then the headless old hen actually staggered out from under the bed.

The headless chicken couldn't tell the direction, just like a drunkard staggering beside the bed, and the flowing blood drew an irregular bloodstain.