Seeing that Zhao Datang didn't look like he was lying, Ling Chu couldn't help but turned his head and asked Sun, "Aunt Sun, Zhao Yishan is still alive?"
"Yes, I haven't heard that Zhao Yishan is dead. His home is nearby. If he is dead, there is no way I wouldn't know about it."
"You Taoist nun, are you making a mistake? I heard from Zhao Yishan's wife yesterday that Zhao Yishan shipped a batch of goods to the south and hasn't come back yet."
"If Zhao Yishan died, his family would definitely hold a funeral. How could we neighbors not know about it?"
This is strange, Zhao Yishan has obviously become a puppet.
The neighbors didn't know anything about it.
What went wrong?
Ling Chu raised his head and asked the puppet still holding the chicken's neck floating in the air, "Your name is Zhao Yishan? Do you still remember where you live, who are your relatives at home, and how did you die?"
The puppet said with a gloomy face, "I am Zhao Yishan, I..."
Ling Chu was waiting to hear what was going on, but Zhao Yishan suddenly stared in the direction of the woodshed with a ferocious expression.
What did you see? Why did the evil energy on your body suddenly surge?
Ling Chu was wondering when he saw Zhao Yishan flying towards the woodshed.
At the other end of the woodshed, three women were walking towards this side with gossipy faces. It seemed that they had heard the commotion at Aunt Sun's house and came to watch the excitement.
There were three boys, two girls and five children jumping behind.
Zhao Yishan's puppet soul, full of resentment, rushed towards the woman in colorful clothes walking on the left, and wanted to strangle her neck with open hands.
Just as Ling Chu was about to stop her, he saw that Zhao Yishan was pushed away by a strong force before he even touched the woman's body.
It seemed that the woman had something on her that could ward off evil spirits and ward off puppets.
Ling Chu originally thought that Zhao Yishan had no choice but to give up since he couldn't touch the woman.
Unexpectedly, he got up from the ground, glared at the woman with resentment on his face, and suddenly rushed towards the children behind him, lifting the youngest boy among them and floating him into the air.
The child was stunned for a moment, struggling and crying loudly.
"Dabao, Dabao..." Upon hearing the child's cry, the woman in colorful clothes screamed and rushed over.
But the child was lifted up and slipped into the air, out of the woman's reach.
Zhao Yishan stared at her with resentment and yelled angrily, "Bitch, you don't have to die well, I want you all to be buried with me..."
But the woman in colorful clothes didn't hear his words. She only shouted in panic to everyone to help her save the child.
The people present couldn't see the puppet soul, but when they saw the child floating strangely in mid-air, they all cheered and surrounded him.
Aunt Sun was so shocked that she couldn't even care about her chickens. "Xiangu, why do I look at Zhao Dabao as if he was caught? Was it that...that dirty thing that caught him? Can you catch him?" Saved."
Ling Chu frowned and sighed, what exactly was Zhao Yishan going to do? Was he forcing her to do it?
You can't watch your children get into trouble in front of you.
Although the onlookers wanted to save the child, Zhao Yishan didn't give them a chance at all, and instead lifted the child higher.
Everyone was helpless, and finally realized something was wrong. Why did they feel that Zhao Dabao had been caught?
Could there be a puppet?
While he was in shock and doubt, he found Mrs. Sun walking over with a Taoist nun.
Ling Chu carried the bodhi whip and followed Sun to the front of the crowd, "Zhao Yishan, put the child down. If you have any grievances, just tell them and I can help you..."
Before Ling Chu finished speaking, Zhao Yishan pointed at the woman in colorful clothes with an excited expression, "I want that bitch to die. She killed me. I want her to be buried with me."
"Did this woman kill you? But the child is innocent. Let him go first."
"This bastard must die too."
After persuading him for a while, Zhao Yishan was unwilling to put the child down.
Ling Chu wanted to take action, but it was obvious that Zhao Yishan's hand was holding the back of the child's neck, and he was hesitant.
The evil spirit on his body had turned into reality, and Ling Chu was worried that if he took action, it would stimulate him to twist the child's neck at all costs.
Ling Chu frowned and asked the woman in colorful clothes, "Did you kill Zhao Yishan?"
The woman in colorful clothes was looking anxiously at the child in the air, but when she heard Ling Chu's words, a flash of panic flashed in her eyes.
When she found Ling Chu looking at her, the woman immediately shouted angrily, "What nonsense are you talking about, Taoist nun? Get out of the way, I want to save the child."
Sun frowned and pulled Ling Chu's sleeve, "Xiangu, are you mistaken? How could Huang Dongyun kill Zhao Yishan?"
A woman next to her frowned and said dissatisfiedly, "Where does this Taoist nun come from? She is just talking nonsense here. How could Huang Dongyun kill her husband? Besides, Zhao Yishan is still alive and well."
Ling Chu was surprised. It turned out that the woman in colorful clothes was Zhao Yishan's daughter-in-law, Huang Dongyun?
Zhao Yishan was actually killed by his own wife?
Ling Chu always felt that something was wrong.
Pointing at the child in mid-air, he asked, "Aunt Sun, is that child Huang Dongyun's son?"
A woman interrupted her impatiently, "What on earth do you want to say? Who doesn't know that Zhao Dabao is the son of Huang Dongyun and Zhao Yishan."
Ling Chu's brows furrowed, saying that tigers are poisoned and cannot eat their seeds.
If Zhao Yishan was killed by his wife Huang Dongyun, it would not be surprising that Zhao Yishan wanted her to pay for it with her life, but why would he not even let go of his own child?
Xia Zhi couldn't help but get angry when he saw this woman always interrupting his girl's words, "We are not from your Zhaojia Village. We don't know the identity of the child. What's weird about it."
The round-faced woman choked, unable to refute Xia Zhi's words.
Huang Dongyun looked at Ling Chu with a look of surprise and uncertainty, wondering how she knew that Zhao Yishan was dead. Panic made her want to leave this place, but the child was not saved and she couldn't leave even if she wanted to.
"Okay, it's important to save people. You Taoist nun should quickly cast a spell and save the child."
Ling Chu ignored the man urging her, but said to Sun, "Aunt Sun, tear down your chicken coop and pig pen, and dig out Zhao Yishan's body."
She didn't know how Huang Dongyun managed to kill Zhao Yishan without telling everyone. Since no one believed that Zhao Yishan was dead, they had to dig out his body first.
Originally, the Sun family did not believe that there were people buried under the chicken coops and pig pens, but accidents happened again and again in the family, and now they no longer wanted to keep the chicken coops and pig pens.
Just as I was about to ask my neighbors to help me, I demolished the chicken coop and pig pen.
Huang Dongyun wiped away tears in front of everyone, "Please, can you help me save the child first?"
Seeing Zhao Dabao still struggling, some people couldn't bear it and said, "Taoist nun, it's more important to save people. Let's save the child first."
Lingchu knew that Huang Dongyun's intention to save the children was sincere, but she wanted to stop the exhumation of everyone's bodies.
She simply summoned the shovel and small hammer from the system...
Big Shovel and Little Hammer: Dear judges, do you want to watch us demonstrate our smashing skills to you? Ten tickets are worth a hammer. You have the final say as to how many hammers to hit.
(End of chapter)
