After all the nails were pulled out, blood-red fuzz gradually grew on the face of the female corpse.
The courtyard suddenly became extremely cold again.
What’s even more weird is that the female corpse actually stood up straight, and half of her body stood up again!
An inexplicable uncomfortable feeling began to grow in my heart.
Two lines of blood and tears were flowing down from the slits of the female corpse's slightly opened eyes, which was really desolate and sad.
Jiang Pan looked at her for a few seconds.
Suddenly, Jiang Pan said softly: "Widow Li, your life is really miserable. People in the town think you are disorderly. I think you are struggling to survive, just to make ends meet and raise a child. Your newborn baby, I I will find it back, Uncle Li Fang, and I will raise it for you, but your resentment cannot go away forever."
"If your resentment persists, bad luck will gather in Honghe and damage the life of the entire town."
The moment Jiang Pan finished speaking, something suddenly fell out of Widow Li's disheveled hair...
It was a very small short-edged dagger, stained with dark brown blood and a lot of rust marks.
He Zhi's expression suddenly changed.
Jiang Pan's expression also became extremely solemn. He stretched out his hand to hold the hair on the right side of Widow Li and gently pushed it away.
Under the messy hair, there is a deep wound with bone visible...
The size of the wound was actually similar to the short-edged dagger just now!
In fact, when Mayor Tang Min was here just now, he didn't say how Widow Li died.
Now, the cause of death is clear.
I even have a weird guess that it was because of Jiang Pan's words that Widow Li revealed the cause of her death?
Jiang Pan picked up the short-edged dagger and looked at it for a moment.
Then, his hand moved down Widow Li's forehead.
Suddenly, Widow Li's slightly open eyes closed and she fell back into the coffin with a "bang!"
At the same time, the blood-red hair on Widow Li's body was slowly fading away...
This scene really shocked me, and even somewhat subverted my understanding.
A few words could actually dissipate a lot of the blood evil spirit's resentment?
Jiang Pan looked back at me and said that He Fei and I should go back to the room to rest first. He wanted to take a look at the dagger and then make a divination.
At dawn tomorrow, if Tang Min can bring the murderer, this matter can be easily solved. If he cannot bring him, he will go find him.
I didn't get much rest yesterday, and by this time today, I was already very sleepy.
However, I held on and did not leave immediately. Instead, I asked He Zhi to go back to the house and then told Jiang Pan about Gou Xuan.
At this time, Gou Xuan was still in the main room, looking at us eagerly.
Similarly, I also discovered the difference between Jiang Pan and Jiang Yihong.
In other words, it is the gap between Mr. Yin and Yang!
Jiang Pan is already a famous Yin-Yang teacher, and I can be regarded as a Yin-Yang teacher who has just learned the art of Yin-Yang and is half full of water.
But even if it was Jiang Pan, he couldn't be as prophetic as Jiang Yihong and Mr. Yi Zhi.
Just like Jiang Pan didn't predict Gou Xuan's arrival, the same is true for my arrival.
The master needs to study the art of yin and yang for many years, and his methods will become more and more sophisticated.
While I was thinking about it, Jiang Pan had already walked into the main room.
Gou Xuan bowed respectfully and saluted Jiang Pan.
Jiang Pan said: "I will listen to my father's instructions. Honghe is really short of a corpse collector. You can stay here for a few days and I will arrange a place for you."
Gou Xuan's expression changed slightly and he said uneasily: "Mr. Jiang, are you not accepting me?"
But before he finished speaking, Gou Xuan's face turned even pale.
With a "bang", Gou Xuan collapsed on the ground.
He widened his eyes, looked at Jiang Pan, then looked at me, and said tremblingly: "Mr. Jiang? My late father? Mr. Jiang..."
My expression was complicated, and there was uncontrollable sadness in my eyes.
Jiang Pan closed his eyes and said, "Brother Xian, you go and rest first. I will talk to Gou Xuan about this."
After a moment's pause, I entered a nearby room sideways.
A simple wooden bed, nothing else.
Jiang Pan's family is extremely poor, and he is completely different from Mr. Ordinary.
After lying on the bed, I covered myself with a slightly hard quilt and closed my eyes for a long time before I gradually felt sleepy.
After falling asleep, when I woke up the next day, it was already bright.
I could smell the tempting aroma of food between my nostrils. I was also hungry, so I got out of bed and hurried into the main room.
There was a lot of food on the wooden table in the room, and Jiang Pan sat upright on one side.
Gou Xuan was eating in Feng Juan Can Yun, and his expression was obviously much better.
He Zhi was sipping the porridge in small sips. In the corner of the room, Uncle Li was holding a sesame seed cake and devouring it.
When Jiang Pan saw me entering the main room, he motioned for me to sit down and eat.
However, I noticed that Jiang Pan was still holding a tortoise shell in his hand and was "playing with it".
"Brother Jiang, this Tianyuan phase technique relies on the tortoise shell for divination?" I asked subconsciously.
Jiang Pan nodded and held the tortoise shell in his palm.
"Tianyuan Xiangshu focuses on fortune-telling and uses tortoise shells to deduce innate hexagrams." Jiang Pan said calmly.
He Zhi just raised her head, and she whispered: "The Heaven's Yuan Xiangshu and the Earth's are comparable, which one is stronger and which one is weaker?"
"Why didn't Mr. Jiang teach you, Mr. Jiang, the art of onmyoji?"
He Zhi's words made my face change slightly.
Jiang Pan's expression was also startled, and soon, Jiang Pan's face was filled with sadness.
I have not told He Pheasant about several secrets about the relationship between the earth and the earth. Regarding the birth of the next generation and the death of the previous generation, it cannot be passed down to the family.
It's just that she shouldn't ask this.
"He Pheasant." I stopped her in a low voice and also gave her a sharp look.
He Zhi was obviously frightened by me and quickly lowered his head.
"My dear brother, don't blame me if you don't know. Miss He Pheasant is young." Jiang Pan raised his hand and made a downward movement.
