But what the village chief said made me extremely frightened. The old widower has already been buried and why is he still making trouble?
And this in broad daylight is so abnormal.
When she fished the old widower out of the water yesterday, Mrs. He also attached talisman paper and nailed it with peach wood nails.
There's definitely nothing I can do if I go alone. If I call Mrs. He, I can't leave Liu Wensan and He Caier alone.
Just when I was hesitating, Mrs. He suddenly said calmly: "Go over and have a look to see if the person who hit on the harasser has unclean hands and feet."
"The sun is scorching hot, and the old widower has not turned into a green corpse. There is no way he would let people hit him for no reason."
"Luo Shiliu, if you handle this well, we won't follow you."
"Okay, I understand." Mrs. He's advice also reminded me.
It reminds me of when I sent Feng Zhirong's nephew and daughter-in-law to move their graves up the mountain, I told them not to touch anything on the ground, but someone still picked them up, costing two lives for no reason.
This is what blind man Chen has always warned, don't pick things up randomly, and you won't pick up random people if you are sneaky.
After we exchanged these few words, I felt a lot more confident.
In fact, I want to go to the Willowweed Marsh because the dream is unlucky, and there is something I haven’t made clear.
The village chief happened to come over, and it was fate.
He followed the village chief alone out of the yard and went straight to the willow marsh.
The sun was dazzling, and I checked the time carefully. It was already half past twelve.
My eyelids twitched slightly and I asked: "Village Chief, when did that person have a problem?"
"It seemed to be twelve o'clock, and suddenly the person fell down. You are right, we have to search later to see if that bitch touched anything randomly. If so, I will slap him with a big mouth. "The village chief looked a bit stern.
I nodded, thinking about it.
If that person touches something, there is indeed the possibility of causing trouble during the Great Yin Period.
I didn’t say anything else, I just asked the village chief to arrange for a few people to carry out the coffin from Liu Wensan’s door so that it could be buried next to the old widower.
In about seven or eight minutes, we arrived at the Willow Reed Marsh.
There were almost a dozen other men gathered in front of the pit.
At this moment, the pit was about one-third full, just enough to bury all the bodies.
The pit still needs to be laid, and it is impossible to completely fill it now.
There was a man curled up under the scarred willow tree next to him. His face was pale and bloodless, and he was wailing in pain.
No one dared to go there, everyone seemed to be avoiding it.
The old prince was also beside the pit, mumbling something.
The village chief came closer and told the old prince to take four people to Liu Wensan's house to carry the coffin, and don't forget to carry the pig's head.
The old prince looked at me in surprise and said in a loud voice: "Last night, didn't Luo Yinpo say that Pig Tou gave Liu Wensan a drink?"
village head:"……"
He spoke again in the old prince's ear at the top of his lungs, and then the old prince showed a sudden expression and led them away.
I paused for a while in front of the pit.
He looked down at the pit and found nothing strange, so he walked towards the willow tree.
The man who hit on the prostitute was wearing an old coat and had a plaster on his face. His face was extremely painful and he was wailing that his leg hurt.
At first glance, his face looks like rat eyes, the top of his head is narrow, his hair is slightly sparse.
I frowned slightly. The top of my head represents intelligence, while a narrow forehead represents a lack of ambition. I will use my intelligence for side projects and ignore morality and law.
Rat eyes represent wolfish ambition. Sooner or later, they will do evil, commit crimes and commit crimes. The most common thing is to take advantage of others.
Combined with the overall appearance, his character can be roughly judged.
"Village chief, let someone pick him up. Don't worry, it's nothing serious."
After I finished speaking, the village chief called for help.
Although everyone was afraid, they still stepped forward and pulled the man up.
His body still curled up instinctively, and there was even more pain on his face, really looking like he was in extreme pain.
I am starting to explore from him.
Soon, I found an object that definitely didn’t belong to him!
It was a primitive compass that was slightly smaller than the fixed compass, and the number of layers was slightly less than that of the fixed compass, but its level of refinement far exceeded that of the imitation compass.
Along with the compass, there was an old cloth bag containing a jade snuff bottle and a piece of yellowed paper.
My pupils tightened. I had guessed before that this old widower knew Feng Shui and he changed the Feng Shui in Xiaoliu Village. My grandfather and he would definitely have many conflicts.
Seeing this compass, I can be sure that my guess is correct.
The snuff bottle must be the old widower's personal belongings. He spread out the piece of paper and saw some crookedly drawn mountain patterns on it.
I can tell at a glance, isn’t this exactly the mountain topography of Liushan Mountain?
The small bright hall is surrounded by court altars and surrounded by sand and water.
There is a direction marked on it, which should be the location of the acupuncture point, which is where my grandfather's foundation was.
Outside the drawing, there should be a mountain in the distance. This mountain is Qiongshan, which happens to be opposite Xiaoliu Village.
This picture is simple and has no further content.
I recall that when I picked up my grandfather from the foundation, a dark wind blew behind me, which fully demonstrated that the feng shui problem was also related to the poor mountain. It was probably the old widower who introduced the bad wind from the poor mountain to Xiaoliu Village.
At this moment, the man started coughing desperately.
With a whoosh, he spit out a mouthful of thick old phlegm, which was also mixed with a little bit of broken tobacco leaves.
After that, he was obviously not in so much pain, but he was a little dazed, as if he was lost.
"It's shade under the willow tree, let him get some sunshine, and he should be fine."
"He took the things belonging to the old widower, so he would cause trouble in the dark time." I warned him.
The village chief immediately called for someone to move the man into the sun.
He also looked at me with a slightly pale face, and then looked at the thing in my hand: "Luo Yinpo, this object is so evil, should you burn it?" I shook my head and said no.
He also said bitterly that Tang Yang was really taking advantage of others and would not change despite repeated admonitions.
I was surprised and asked him what he said?
He just told me that that man Tang Yang used to sneak around the village and was used to doing nothing. He had been caught several times and showed up and educated him several times.
Calling him to help today was just to show him that the village would not dislike him so much, but he didn't expect that he could sneak around such a dead person.
The village chief's words matched exactly what I saw.
I probably just gave the village chief a few words to ask him to pay attention to the issue of Tang Yang's appearance in the future.
At this moment, exclamations and shouts suddenly came from the other side of the pit.
I turned around sharply.
Tang Yang rushed into the pit like crazy and dug out the soil inside.
Those villagers and men did not dare to go down.
I ran over in a hurry.
Tang Yang has dug out the old widower...
After doing this, Tang Yang collapsed next to the old widower as if he had fainted.
At this moment, the surface of the old widower's body had turned blue-red.
The dagger stuck in his temple was still bright, and the blood was almost solidified.
My heart was pounding. Fortunately, it was daytime. If Tang Yang had trouble with guests at night, something big would happen.
The man and the village chief next to me were almost frightened and asked me one after another what to do.
I turned my head and glanced at the two pits next to me.
Over there are the head and body of the Wang family fool.
But the old widower was not beheaded.
After hesitating, I jumped down into the pit, pulled out the dagger from the old widower's head with one hand, and pulled it down.
Then I pressed his head and chopped hard towards the neck!
