A large group of people rushed and shouted as they ran past the courtyard, looking panicked. There were even faint traces of blood on the ground.

A few villagers seemed to be carrying someone and hurriedly went to Uncle Xie's house next door.

My father stopped one of the villagers and asked what had happened.

The villager shook his head and said, "Ah, don't mention it. Uncle Xie is in trouble and doesn't have much time left."

When my father heard this, his face turned pale. He quickly put on his coat and hurriedly went to Uncle Xie's house.

My father had a good relationship with Uncle Xie, who often came to our house for drinks. When I heard that Uncle Xie was in critical condition, I felt uneasy and followed the crowd outside.

My heart was in turmoil. Wasn't Uncle Xie helping Mr. Luo build a house? What happened exactly? He was happily passing by our house in the morning, so how could he be in such a state now?

When I arrived at Uncle Xie's house, there were many people gathered at the entrance. Being small in stature, I squeezed through the crowd and made my way to the front.

As soon as I got in, I heard Uncle Xie's wife crying out in despair.

A grass mat was spread on the ground, and Uncle Xie lay motionless on it, with frothy blood continuously flowing from his mouth. There was a hole in his chest, gushing out blood, and his clothes were already stained red. Uncle Xie's eyes were wide open, lifeless. He had already passed away.

Uncle Xie's wife knelt beside him, crying uncontrollably. The people present all had sorrowful expressions.

As the New Year approached, every household was immersed in the joy of celebrating, but the Xie family had experienced such an unfortunate incident. They were destined to spend this holiday in grief.

The onlookers were chattering, and I quickly learned from their conversations that the accident happened while Uncle Xie was building a house. Three people were working on the roof, but for some unknown reason, the scaffolding suddenly collapsed, causing all three of them to fall from the roof.

The other two were relatively lucky, with one falling into a sand pit and the other landing on bricks. The person who fell into the sand pit had minor injuries, while the one who landed on the bricks had a head injury and had already been taken to the clinic for stitches. Uncle Xie was the unluckiest one. After falling, he landed directly on a slanted steel pipe that pierced through his chest. He looked like a skewered meat, and he passed away immediately.

People saw that Uncle Xie was barely alive, so they hurriedly carried him back home, hoping that his family could see him one last time. However, Uncle Xie took his last breath at the doorstep.

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No one wanted such a tragedy to happen. Mr. Luo was also extremely frustrated. He had planned to celebrate the New Year in the new house, but now the house wasn't even finished yet, and a tragic incident had occurred, resulting in a loss of life. It seemed that the house couldn't be inhabited anymore, and all the money spent earlier had gone to waste.

Many villagers came to help, and soon a makeshift mourning hall was set up in Uncle Xie's courtyard.

They couldn't buy a coffin immediately, so they placed Uncle Xie's corpse on a wooden board, suspended it with two long stools, and covered it with a layer of white cloth to prevent people from being frightened by his appearance.

They worked until midnight, and my father returned home exhausted.

His expression was grim, and as soon as he got home, he opened a bottle of liquor and took a big gulp.

My father rubbed his temples and said with lingering fear, "One death and two injuries. Luckily, I didn't go to work today; otherwise, it might have been me who died!"

My mother served my father a bowl of noodles and said, "Don't scare yourself. This is all fate. If the heavens want to take a life, no one can stop it."

My father looked at me, beckoned me over, and said, "You, my child, are truly my lucky star. It's fortunate that you had a stomachache today; otherwise, I would have been in danger. Poor Uncle Xie didn't have such luck!"

Today's events proved that the "San Qing Book" was not deceiving. Although I only learned the basics, I applied them in practice and actually saved my father's life. This was something I never expected. It seems that the "San Qing Book" given to me by Ku Qizi is really a divine book!

However, I feel some regret that I couldn't save Uncle Xie's life.

Suddenly, my father asked me, "Chenger, did you know that something unexpected was going to happen today, so you tried every means to prevent me from going out?"

I nodded and explained the face-reading matter to my father. Both my father and mother were amazed. They hadn't expected me to learn these skills.

My father asked me to bring out the "San Qing Book" and take a look. Whether it was my father, mother, or grandfather, they held the book as if they were reading a scripture, completely unable to understand its contents.

My father was very surprised and asked how I could understand this ancient book.

I honestly replied, "I don't know. But somehow, I can comprehend it!"

The old man said, "Perhaps this is talent. No wonder Ku Qizi wanted to take Chenger as his disciple!"

The next evening, the coffin arrived, and everyone helped to place Uncle Xie's corpse into the coffin.

As for the burial arrangements, everyone had their own opinions.

Some said that since Uncle Xie died suddenly, it would be best not to bury him immediately. They believed that he should be left for seven days and nights before being laid to rest.

Others argued that precisely because Uncle Xie died unexpectedly, they should build the coffin and bury him right away, so that he could find peace in the soil!

There were even those who suggested that Uncle Xie should not be buried in the ground but cremated instead, in order to burn away his lingering resentment.

Uncle Xie's wife was just a simple housewife and without her husband, she lacked decision-making ability.

I couldn't stand it anymore, so I stepped out of the crowd and spoke like a grown-up: "Can I say a few words?"

The crowd instantly fell silent, with many people looking at me with surprise, curious to hear what a little child like me had to say.

Since flipping through the "San Qing Book" these past two days, I had learned some things to a certain extent. So when I encountered this situation, I thought of testing my "professional level."

I said, "For someone who died tragically, their lingering resentment is heavy. I suggest using the 'reverse burial' method!"

The crowd immediately started discussing, and someone asked me, "Yang Cheng, what is a reverse burial? Can you explain it to us?"

I clasped my hands behind my back and said professionally, "First, we put Uncle Xie's corpse into the coffin. Then we dig a deep pit and bury the coffin vertically with the head down and feet up. This can disperse the lingering resentment. After seven days, we dig up the deep pit and drag out the coffin, then burn it together with the coffin corpse to forever eliminate any future troubles!"

Upon hearing my suggestion, the crowd fell silent. After all, this unconventional burial method was unheard of for these villagers.

Many people looked at me with skeptical eyes, clearly not believing what I said.

"Yang Cheng, where did you learn all this? Did you just make it up?"

"You can't trust the words of a child. I've lived for so many years and never heard of such a thing as 'reverse burial'!"

The crowd became lively again, with most people disagreeing with my suggestion because I was just a child, and my words held no weight.