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031 Unspeakable Suffering

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    "Oh, no need. My brother-in-law lives not far from here, so I called him right away and asked him to buy it and bring it here."

    My son's answer surprised me very much.  This is not in line with my son's character!  The son has never been the kind of character who plays tricks.  Could it be that the reason why the son inquired about the price just now was just to play with that nasty stranger?  Not too possible.  Could it be that my cry just now was heard by my son?  Thinking of this, I can't help feeling excited.

    "So-and-so (the nickname for the son's nickname), please answer when you hear my voice!"

    It's a pity that I couldn't wait for the answer from the son I was looking forward to so much.  The stranger's words sounded in my ears again.  "I don't know if you have prepared towels, face plates and the like?"

    Alas, it seems that my son didn't answer that way just because he heard my reminder.  I think, my son should have deliberately asked in order to get familiar with the price of the whole set of shrouds.  Although the stranger hid it well, I could still hear a little disappointment.  However, this person is considered a talent. After one business failed, he quickly turned his gun and aimed at another no-cost business.  It seemed that this was not the first time they had encountered this situation.

    "How much do you charge for scrubbing and changing shrouds?"

    Hearing my son's question, I knew that he was going to hand over the work of scrubbing me and changing my shroud to that stranger.  In fact, it's no wonder his son, after all, he has never experienced such a thing.  While I was trying to excuse my son, I suddenly realized something was wrong.  But, I'm not dead yet!  You brat, what are you doing in such a hurry without finding out the situation first?  Besides, I'm not used to being stripped and wiped all over my body by a stranger!  Thinking about it, I couldn't help but feel panic rising in my heart.  Because, at this moment, I really can't think of a way to pass the news that I am not "dead" to my son.

    "It's easy to talk about money." The stranger said pretending to be generous.

    Son, don't be fooled by them!  None of these guys are good people.  If they don't agree on the price in advance, they will be asking for sky-high prices when the time comes!

    This time, I didn't yell loudly.  Because, I know my son must not hear my cry.  Maybe it's because of the blood connection, my heart seems to have been heard by my son.  Therefore, the son said a little coldly: "It's better to make it clear first, so as to save time from causing nonsense."

    Those two strangers were extremely shrewd. After hearing what their son said, they knew that they would definitely not be able to do so unless they gave the exact (price) amount.  Although they didn't hear the voice of their discussion, it seems that the two must have communicated.  After being silent for a while, one of them said: "Little brother, we are definitely not blind people. How about two hundred? Not much, right?"

    I rely on, this is not much!  You two bastards, nothing came out, just scrub and scrub with me, and then change clothes with me, it will cost two hundred yuan!  Why don't you grab it?  When I was working outside, I worked hard all day, and I didn't have as much effort as you do now!  Black, it's so dark!  Son, don't promise them!

    But this time, the blood connection doesn't seem to work.  My son didn't do what I wanted.  After hearing the words that my son asked his wife to help the two strangers find face plates and towels, I knew that my son had already agreed to them.  If I hadn't been so disappointed in my own voice, I would have tried my best to stop my son at this moment.  Oh, what the hell is going on?  Why is this weird situation happening to me?  Really anxious!  At this moment, I really want to shout again: "I'm not dead yet!"

    Then, I heard the conversation between my son and daughter.  From their conversation, I know that my daughter has already called my son-in-law to buy the shroud quickly.  Oh, poor me!  Unexpectedly, he was very conscious of paying attention to the relatives who were busy preparing for his funeral.  Oh, what is this called!  What's worse is that there is nothing I can do about it.  All I can do now is accept it.  I hope, wait a minute, I don't feel a thing when those two guys wipe it for me.  In desperation, I had no choice but to pray silently.

    (According to Buddhist believers, within 8-16 hours after a person dies, the consciousness gradually leaves the body. At this time, the deceased feels like an old cow peeling its skin, which is extremely painful. A slight touch will cut the deceased into pieces.  Great anger, usually after 8 hours the consciousness will completely leave. At this time, you can apply, change clothes, make up, etc., and a few people will leave completely after 16 hours

    After a person dies, the whole body is cold, but there is only one place that is hot. After 8-16 hours, the consciousness leaves the body and can be touched to judge which path the deceased reincarnated into:

    Hot soles: Hell

    kneeFever: animal

    ? Abdominal fever: ghost way (most of the abdomen is hot after death)

    Chest fever: Humane

    ? Fever between the eyebrows: the way of heaven

    Hell, animal, ghost, human, and heaven, these are the five realms, because the five realms of Asura contain them, and they are called the six realms in total.

    ? Fever at the top of the door: reborn in the world of Buddha.

    Ruixiang who was reborn in the Western Paradise: the body is as soft as cotton, the top of the head is hot, the complexion is ruddy, and it emits sandalwood (this fragrance is not the kind in the world, but it can be smelled clearly), and there are relics or relic flowers after cremation.

    There are countless auspicious appearances of Buddha-chanting people all over the country, and anyone who wants to see them can see them for themselves.  Facts speak louder than words, who said Buddhism is superstition?  Amitabha!

    Of course, here, I am not trying to promote Buddhist thoughts.  It just draws on some concepts of Buddhism to promote the development of the plot of "Fantasy Chapter".  If I could learn this knowledge before my father passed away, I might choose to wash and change his clothes after 8-16 hours.  After all, for this kind of thing, it is better to believe it than to believe it.  )

    Suddenly, a huge palm touched my body.  I just felt a loud "boom" in my mind, and I almost fainted.  Alas, it would be better if he "passed away".  Because, at the moment of touching, an indescribable pain swept over like a stormy sea.  It was a kind of pain that I had never experienced before, it was an unbearable pain, it was a kind of pain like being sliced ??by a knife

    At this moment, I remembered the pain of the scar that had tortured me for a long time.  Still, that pales in comparison to the pain now.  Now, how much I miss the scar pain that made my heart palpitate!  Because, compared with the current pain, that kind of pain can already be regarded as a paradise-like enjoyment!  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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