In fact, at this moment, the people in the Meng family themselves were avoiding it.
During the day, there were actually quite a few servants, but now that it was dark, it seemed that none of them could be seen.
I looked at our feet, and there was a pool of water beyond the one-meter-high railing.
At this moment, my second uncle and I were standing at the stone table in the small courtyard outside the main room.
This is also one of the places closest to the water. There must be people drinking tea and resting at Stone Table, and it should be the place where people stay the longest.
However, what makes me confused is that the pond here is also quiet and the water surface has no waves.
Could it be that this place is not right? Where else has the most people?
Just when I wanted to ask my second uncle, he took out a small object from his pocket.
It was a porcelain bottle about the size of a fist, with a dark body and a wooden stopper at the top.
The second uncle opened the wooden plug, and immediately I smelled a strong stench.
The stench was like the stench emanating from a swollen, rotting corpse soaked in a hanging river.
No...that's corpse odor!
He subconsciously placed his hands on the cloth bag at his waist. My father also has this stuff.
The bottle contained corpse oil, and this corpse oil was dripped from the chin of the ghoul who boiled water.
When the corpse fisher goes into the water to work, if he can't find the corpse that should be there, it is possible that the corpse is hiding and does not want to come out. Pour the water corpse ghost oil into the water to aggravate the yin energy and induce the corpse to appear.
I stared straight at my second uncle's hand. He tilted the bottle and poured it into the pool of water.
A stream of viscous, yellowish liquid flowed out, falling to the surface of the water with a slight pattering sound, with a thin layer of grease floating on the water.
The second uncle quickly put away the bottle and stared at the water there with all his concentration.
I was equally focused, not even daring to blink.
After about a quarter of an hour, strands of black hair gradually appeared on the water surface...
This process is actually very strange. Those hair strands appeared little by little. Originally they were just scattered and floating, but in less than half an hour, they became a big cluster...
This looks like a tuft of women's hair!
And there is a hair rope at its root, but the hair rope has obviously been soaked in water for too long, has fallen apart, and is about to break.
Under the moonlight, I seemed to see the pale scalp under the hair...
"I'm going to die..." The second uncle snorted, almost squeezing out his voice from between his teeth: "Rather than falling to death, I'd rather fight a walking corpse. Falling to death is the most troublesome. To avenge the dead... Hold."
Then, the second uncle glanced at Meng Qiu, and his tone was not very kind: "Your daughter was killed by someone, we have to take care of this matter. When the body is up, think about who might have killed her."
Meng Qiu's face became paler, her body trembled even more, and she looked down at the water without saying a word.
But two lines of clear tears rolled down her face. Sometimes silence is also a kind of sadness.
In fact, I was extremely depressed.
The Meng family is also a wealthy family, but the young lady in the family was drowned in their own pool? Thinking about a group of Meng family members talking and drinking tea next to this stone table every day, with the body of Miss Meng family looking at them below, I became terrified.
"Yin Yang, you can't control this death by yourself. If you go into the water and tie up the body, it's like tying up your father. You have to tie it up with five strips. I'll pull it up from above and then we'll see what happens." The second uncle continued.
I nodded immediately, because I didn't know how to avenge the dead. It was up to my second uncle.
After moving my hands and feet, I climbed over the railing and jumped into the water while holding on.
The moment I entered the water, I shivered from the cold. The water was like ice water.
It was so close to the tuft of hair that there was even some hair stuck to my chin on the surface of the water. The sticky feeling was very uncomfortable.
I raised my hand to push my hair away, and swam forward. My hands were groping under the water, and suddenly I came across something stiff...
It was as if I had touched an ice cube, and it was so cold that it hit my heart.
But I didn't dare to stop, what I encountered now must be a corpse!
I quickly groped around, and I guess what I touched was the arm. I spread my palm out and grabbed her arm directly.
Cold and slender, as if holding a piece of wood.
The other hand was used to untie the corpse rope hanging on the shoulder.
At this moment, I suddenly heard the sound of rapid footsteps. The sound came in a hurry, as if coming from behind.
Instinctively, I stopped what I was doing and turned my head to look behind me.
There happened to be the courtyard gate and the corridor, and a person walked quickly.
The man was about forty years old, with a livid face and a very ugly expression.
And behind him were several servants of the Meng family.
Is this man Meng Qiu's man?
In a few steps, the man walked to the side of the small courtyard.
He grabbed Meng Qiu's arm, his face became even more ugly, and he scolded: "I just thought there was nothing wrong with you. I didn't tie you up at night. I just went out for a day, and who did you bring in? Are you doing these things at home?" Nagging stuff?!”
"Corpse collectors, people who collect corpses in the river every day, aren't you afraid of bad luck?!"
"I'm still looking for my daughter, still looking for her! I spent a lot of money and a lot of people! She can definitely be found for us! Why do you expect her to die! Do you have to die in your own home?!" The man didn't even look at it. My second uncle and I stared at Meng Qiu, and he almost gritted his teeth.
It was obvious that his hand was quite strong, and Meng Qiu hissed in pain.
She was about to cry. She pointed at the puddle with her other hand and said tremblingly: "Look...what that is..."
Meng Qiu's finger happened to be pointing at the ball of hair in front of me.
The man turned back and glanced at the water.
At that moment, his eyes were frighteningly cold.
Obviously, his pupils tightened, and I could see clearly.
But the next moment, he groaned and spat a mouthful of thick phlegm into the pond! I just vomited on the hair.
"What's there? Just an unlucky corpse soaked in the water?! What do you want me to see?" The man said even more coldly.
