Early on the third morning, Qu Wanqiu came to the thatched house with a bag of broken silver that he had finally collected. Qu Chong accompanied him, and he drove a ox cart with Yonghua's coffin on it.

Yan Kewang counted carefully with the bag of silver. Finally, he nodded with satisfaction and handed the bag to a man standing beside him, and ordered him to put it away.

Seeing that the man had no expression and his movements were slow, Qu Chong rubbed his hands and asked carefully, "Master, he doesn't walk very quickly, there will be no problem."

Yan Kewangheng glanced at him, "He has just lived for a few days, and his soul has not been fully awake yet. It will be fine in a few days. Okay, bring the person in." After that, he stepped into the door.

Qu Chong glanced at Qu Wanqiu and saw him nodding at him, so he couldn't say anything more. He walked to the ox cart and took a few deep breaths before lifting the coffin. He pinched Yonghua's armpits with both hands, and picked him up and carried him on his shoulders like a child. It's winter now, and it's north of the country, so there is no sign of corruption in the corpse. However, when it touched his stiff and cold body, Qu Chong's heart still jumped heavily. He always felt that Yonghua's hand hanging on his back was rubbing against his body one by one, causing a layer of fine goose bumps behind him.

Qu Chong slowly moved into the house with heavy steps, and according to Yan Kewang's instructions, he placed the body on a straw mat spread on the ground, and then sat down aside with breath.

"Have you had enough rest? Then go back after resting, and come to pick up people tomorrow." Yan Kewang's order to expel guests was not vague at all.

"Can't we stay here?" Qu Chong was a little surprised.

"Why, don't believe me? If you don't believe me, just pull the person away. I'll give you the money." Yan Kewang sat down on the chair and smashed his mouth impatiently.

"Qu Chong, come out, let's go." Qu Wanqiu was afraid of offending him, so he waved to Qu Chong anxiously outside the door.

Qu Chong hesitated for a while and went out without saying a word. As soon as he walked outside the threshold, the wooden door was closed with a "clang" from inside by Yan Kewang, and the door knocker almost hit his back.

"Uncle, you just handed over the people and money to him like this. What if something goes wrong, what's the best thing? This is all your belongings." Qu Chong said worriedly.

"Not to mention money, even if he wants my life, I will give it to you. Yonghua is my only child. I can't give up if there is a glimmer of hope."

"But..." He originally wanted to say that this matter was completely unreasonable. There were all kinds of wonders in the world, but he had never heard of this resurrection from the dead. However, looking at Qu Wanqiu's old face, Qu Chong couldn't bear to say anything more and helped him walk towards the ox cart.

The next day, before dawn, Qu Wanqiu and Qu Chong came to the thatched house. The gate of the courtyard was closed, and there was no one inside. They didn't dare to call the door, so they stood outside and guarded. Qu Wanqiu held the fence, shook his body and stared at the door, hoping to poke a hole on it.

The door finally opened, and a person stood in the shadow inside. He was tall and looked quite similar to Yonghua. Qu Wanqiu held his breath, clenched his fists, watched the man step out of the threshold and slowly walked into the yard. He was wearing the shroud he had carefully prepared, with a black background and white flower, which was very eye-catching in the sun.

"Yonghua." Qu Wanqiu screamed, rushed towards his son, grabbed his arm, and rubbed his face with both hands, "Yonghua, it's really you, you're back."

Qu Yonghua didn't look at him, his eyes rolled up slightly, staring at the Chaoyang that had just climbed up diagonally.

"Yonghua, why don't you talk? Are you hungry? Dad brought you some dry food." He said, taking out two date buns from his pocket and stuffing them into his son's hand. But Yonghua loosened his hand and the buns fell to the ground, and were stained with a layer of dust.

"Huan'er hasn't woken up yet. It will be the same as before in a few days. Why are you anxious?" Yan Kewang's voice came out of the door. He walked out of the door and pushed Zhao Yonghua's back, "Hurry up, go back with your father. He has been so anxious these days."

Hearing that he said, Yonghua didn't say hello, and walked out, and Qu Wanqiu turned around and knelt down at Yan Kewang, kowtowed three times, got up and chased his son.

Seeing that the ox cart was gone, Yan Kewang shook his head and sneered, and walked into the house with his hands behind his back. On the ground, several people were squeezing me and I was curled up in a ball. Yan Kewang Zhaozhao and others kicked them, "When is it time? I can't get up, hurry up, go dig a hole and bury the thing behind the house. Remember, don't leave any traces, and grab the horse."

The ox cart entered the village and was shaking up and down the rugged path. Qu Chong sat in front with a horse whip and looked at the two behind from time to time, "Uncle, see if Yonghua has gained a little weight? His arm seems to be much rounder than before."

After he had already reminded him, Qu Wanqiu had just returned to the smell. No wonder he always felt that his son's appearance was a little different from before, but he couldn't think of the difference. It turned out that he was fat. He pulled Yonghua's hand and pinched it twice. It was soft, not fat, but it seemed to be swollen. He was about to remind him to pay attention to his body, but found that his fingers pressed his hand out several pits, light green, and on the back of his swollen hand, it seemed a little scary. Qu Wanqiu's heart suddenly tightened, and he reached out to rub the back of Yonghua's hand for a while before smoothing the pits, but the bad feeling in his heart could not be rubbed away. He looked at his son's side face, but he suddenly turned his head and stared at him, and a dull smile appeared on his face.

"Have you heard that? Yonghua from the Qu family is back."

"I'm still seeing you today. I heard that his father sold all his belongings, so he rescued him. Now both of them live in Qu Chong's house."

"I saw him today, but the person looks different from before. He is fat and stupid. I don't know if he has fallen into the root of the disease."

"Shh, whisper, the Qu family is here."

Qu Chong carried the load and walked straight through the crowd. After walking a while, his steps quickly got up, and finally he ran all the way to the house. His mind kept jumping, stirring his thoughts into chaos: the people in the village were right, but what they didn't know was even more strange. Since Yonghua was resurrected, he has not only become fat and stupid. After so many days, he has not eaten a spoonful of rice or a sip of water, and he can move and do whatever he asks him to do. But more often, he stays alone in the corner of the house, staring at a place with dark eyes, and his eyes are still turning, just like a puppet.
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