The coffin was already brought into the house when my dad finished playing cards and returned. As soon as he entered the house, he saw the large red coffin placed in the courtyard, which startled him.

"Whose damn coffin is placed here in broad daylight!"

My mom went to buy a big rooster, and the Taoist priest also went out to prepare things. Only I was left in the courtyard with that large coffin: "This coffin is for my sister."

"Didn't I tell you to get rid of that worthless thing? Who the hell told you to bring it back! I think you're itching for a beating!" After my dad finished scolding, he picked up the broom on the ground and threw it at me. Fortunately, I had the foresight to hide behind the coffin and avoid getting hit.

When my dad saw that he missed, he intended to come over and slap me, but fortunately, my mom and the Taoist priest came back in time, or else I would have been beaten again for nothing.

When my dad saw the Taoist priest, his first reaction was the same as my mom's. He put on a smiling face and greeted him, but unfortunately, the Taoist priest didn't give him a good look.

"Stop talking nonsense. I've prepared everything. Quickly put your eldest daughter in the coffin," the Taoist priest said calmly, directing me and my dad to put the body into the coffin.

After closing the coffin, the Taoist priest directly grabbed a big rooster and twisted its neck, splattering chicken blood all over the coffin. He didn't even nail down the coffin lid and asked us to find people to carry the coffin for burial.

I wanted to ask him why he didn't seal the coffin and why this way of preserving the body seemed so perfunctory.

Even though the words were on the tip of my tongue, I didn't dare to ask. After all, my parents didn't say anything, so it was better for me to keep my mouth shut.

When my mom heard that we needed to call people to carry the coffin, her face showed a difficult expression: "The whole village knows about Ni wearing red clothes and hanging herself. Everyone wants to stay far away. It's impossible for anyone to be willing to carry the coffin."

The Taoist priest looked up at the sky, then looked at me. "Even if we use a cart, we have to take it for burial. It must be buried before it gets dark. Kid, are you still a virgin? If so, hold another big rooster and sit on the coffin!"

Forget about being a virgin, I've never even touched a woman's hand in my life.

In response to his question, I nodded without hesitation.

The coffin was surprisingly heavy, and our whole family went through a lot of effort to push it onto the cart.

The Taoist priest said he found a good burial site according to Feng Shui and told us to follow him.

My dad pulled the cart in front, my mom pushed from behind, and I sat on the coffin holding the big rooster. The village roads were not easy to traverse, and along the way, I swayed back and forth several times, almost falling off the coffin.

In the meantime, the Taoist priest repeatedly warned me not to get off the coffin during the journey, which left me with no choice but to hold the rooster with one hand and tightly grip the coffin's edge with the other. When we reached our destination, I loosened my grip and realized that I had scratched my fingernails.