Li Huaishan asked me in turn: "Why?"
I said: "Maybe we are afraid that our lack of experience will lead to others' mistakes."
Li Huaishan didn't understand my intention and said impatiently: "Why did it suddenly come to this?
Seriously, when are we going back to Lao Hu's house?"
"I won't leave until I find out the cause of Mrs.
Wang's death."
I responded simply, then stood up and once again lifted the white cloth covering Mrs.
Wang's body.
When Li Huaishan saw me moving the white cloth, his face suddenly became a little nervous, but he deliberately pretended to be calm and sat by the window smoking without saying a word.
Now that I was basically sure that there was nothing wrong with the body, I dared to take advantage of the dawn to take a closer look at the body.
Before this, the reason why I didn't dare to touch the corpse was not because I was afraid of seeing a dead body, but because at that time we were not sure if there was a ghost like Li Huaishan who wanted to borrow the old lady's corpse to resurrect him.
If there was such a ghost, Watching nearby, I may cause some unnecessary trouble if I touch Mrs.
Wang's body rashly.
After the ghost comes back to life, it becomes half human and half ghost, with only resentment and no magic power, making it very easy to deal with.
When that happens, things will become much easier for me to take action.
If there really are ghosts who want to use the corpse to bring back the soul, even if there is a Daluo Jinxian in this mourning hall, they will still return the Yang.
After all, for them, the temptation of returning the Yang is too great.
As long as they return the Yang, they don’t have to go through every step again.
The pain of being washed by the cold wind is as deep as a knife cutting into oil.
Now that Mrs.
Wang's body has not changed, in my opinion there is only one explanation, and that is that her death has nothing to do with the Yin Qi in the urn.
Before the old lady's body was brought back, the Yin Qi My anger was already calmed down by the one-word formation I made.
After all, at Lao Hu's house, I saw with my own eyes that the copper bowl had strange movements.
Once this thought appeared, I inevitably relaxed my vigilance and didn't pay attention to what happened next.
There seemed to be nothing unusual about Mrs.
Wang's body, but when I squatted down and looked under the coffin, I discovered that there were six circles of red thread tied to the four legs of the coffin.
There is also a small rusty copper bell tied to the red thread.
To be honest, I couldn't see what kind of arrangement this was, so I thought that these things might have been made by Old Man Zheng.
He probably didn't know any magic, but he just messed around and deceived those who were less familiar with it than him.
Just people who know their stuff.
Although when I saw these bells, I felt a little awkward in my heart, but probably because I was too relaxed, I didn't pay attention.
At around four o'clock in the afternoon, Fatty brought back two pieces of news.
First, the reason why Mrs.
Wang did not deal with the villagers was because when she was young, the villagers interfered with her marriage, so she could not get married in her life.
I asked the fat man why Mrs.
Wang still had a son and a daughter since she couldn't get married.
The fat man said that no one knew who the father of her children was, and bluntly said that Mrs.
Wang gave birth to the children in the village behind her back.
For a while, everyone thought they were children she adopted from other people's homes.
I didn't find out until a few years ago that I was my biological child.
As for how the blood relationship between Mrs.
Wang and her children was exposed, no one can tell clearly.
The second piece of news has nothing to do with Mrs.
Wang.
The fat man found out that at the end of the Qing Dynasty and the beginning of the Republic of China, there was indeed a famous Yunnan opera actor living in the village.
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That person’s original surname was Li, but later he changed his surname to Wang for some unknown reason.
Yes, that’s right.
Wang has the same surname as the recently deceased Mrs.
Wang.
Because it had been so long, even the old people in the village were not sure whether the actor who had changed his surname was a charming man or a heroic woman.
They only remembered that this person also had a good land and house, but They never got married.
In addition, the old warehouse in the village was built on the site of their old house.
The fat man also said that this actor wanted to play a leading role all his life, but unfortunately he had neither luck nor talent, so he was a martial arts student until his death.
Fatty got these two pieces of information from Old Man Zheng.
No one else in the village dared to mention Old Mrs.
Wang.
Only Old Man Zheng was bold enough to reveal anything, but he was not born and raised there either.
The locals don’t know much.
Later I asked the fat man what kind of business the owner of the shoe store who built the warehouse was doing now.
The fat man said that he had not asked, but I had heard from people in the village that the boss had become very rich for a while after changing careers.
We ran into another obstacle and lost a lot of money, but after all, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse, so now we can be considered a mixed bag.
In fact, I am very curious as to where the capital of this shoe store owner comes from.
He almost lost his pants on the first business, but he still has the energy to switch to other businesses.
But I just thought about this kind of thing and didn’t say it out loud.
The fat man didn't want to stay in front of Mrs.
Wang's house for a long time.
After telling the news, he hurriedly wanted to leave.
I didn't stop him and waved my hand to let him go.
No matter what happened to Mrs.
Wang, in my opinion, it is everyone's private matter and there is no need to worry too much about it.
As for the martial artist who lived in the village in his early years, no matter whether he has anything to do with the current incident or not, he has been dead for so many years.
Furthermore, when I formed the one-word formation, the Yin energy that came out of the ashes had been Zhen San, even if Wu Sheng's wronged soul was wrapped in that cloud of Yin Qi, it has already passed away.
That's what I really thought at that time.
In my eyes, it seemed that all the bad things were over.
Li Huaishan and I just had to keep Mrs.
Wang's soul safe tonight.
When her children come back tomorrow, we would be gone.
What happened.
Looking back, it seems that since entering this village, my thoughts have not been normal, and I often ignore things that I would never ignore in the past.
It's not just me, Li Huaishan also gets confused occasionally.
After sending the fat man away, I turned around and walked towards the house, but before I could reach the middle of the yard, someone knocked on the door again.
At first I thought the fat man was back, so I turned around and shouted: "Why are you back?"
Unexpectedly, it was Lao Hu's voice that came from outside: "You didn't have lunch, so I'll bring you some food."
I hadn't noticed him until he spoke, but now that he spoke, I could actually smell the aroma of cooking meat.
I didn't eat the lunch meal, so I was really hungry, so I quickly opened the door for Tiger.
He was standing at the door, holding a big pot for steaming things in his hand, smiling shyly at me.
I reached out and took the pot from his hand, smiled and said "thank you".
Lao Hu first waved his hand and said "You're welcome", then stretched his neck and glanced into the yard, with a trace of fear on his face, but more than fear, he was more worried.
I asked casually: "Have you ever dealt with this Mrs.
Wang?"
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Lao Hu was stunned for a moment, then shook his head hurriedly: "No, no, I live far away from her home, and I don't have the chance to move around."
I saw that he looked like he wanted to leave quickly, so I simply said goodbye to him and planned to close the door.
At first, Lao Hu just waved at me shyly, which was considered farewell, but when I was about to close the door, he suddenly reached out and pressed the door panel.
I felt strange and asked him if there was anything else he could do.
Lao Hu hesitated outside the door for a long time, and finally said to me as if he had summoned up a lot of courage: "Young Master, you'd better follow me back.
I know you are a capable person, but This Mrs.
Wang is really irresistible.
Just follow me back."
Lao Hu kept staring into my eyes while he was talking.
There was a sincere concern in his eyes, and there was no pretense at all.
He was really worried that something would happen to Li Huaishan and me.
I stood at the door and comforted him: "Don't worry, we are just keeping watch for the old lady for one night.
This is a kindness to her.
She will never make things difficult for us.
Besides, it's just for one night.
Nothing will happen." of."
Even though I said this, Lao Hu was still very worried: "But this old lady is different from others."
While talking, he kept looking into the yard, clearly looking very scared, but refused to leave, as if he was determined to take Li Huaishan and me home.
I reached out and patted his shoulder: "We will definitely be fine, believe me, Lao Hu."
Lao Hu clutched his clothes and legs, his face was worried and embarrassed, and he didn't know how to persuade me for a while.
I gave him another smile: "Go back, your wife can't live without you, so go ahead."
As I said that, I closed the courtyard door.
After a long time, the sound of Lao Hu's footsteps gradually coming away was heard outside.
Just now, I was only focused on persuading Old Hu to leave, but I forgot to ask him why he said that Mrs.
Wang was different from others, and what exactly made her different from others.
But at that time, my heart had changed.
Although I regretted not asking what I should have asked, I didn’t delve into it.
When Lao Hu’s footsteps almost disappeared at the end of the village, I returned to the house with the meat pot in my arms. .
Eating in the mourning hall is disrespectful to the dead.
After I entered the house, I quickly entered the secret room.
Li Huaishan smelled the aroma wafting out of the pot and asked me at the top of his voice what was in the pot.
I did not respond directly to him and just asked him.
He took care of the body in the mourning hall.
I had a full meal in the secret room first, and then I handed over to Li Huaishan and asked him to go eat while I stared at the old lady's body.
Nothing happened during this period.
Mrs.
Wang's body was still lying quietly on the funeral bed.
From time to time, I lit a cigarette.
The windows were closed and the air in the mourning hall was not circulating.
After smoking a few cigarettes, the air was floating on the roof.
Full of thick smoke.
In fact, I didn't realize at the time that since entering Mrs.
Wang's house, my addiction to cigarettes has become much greater than usual.
In the past, I would never smoke one cigarette after another like this.
During the boring wait, time passed very slowly.
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When night fell, Li Huaishan and I had almost exhausted all our patience, and both of us seemed very irritable.
He kept frowning, sometimes staring at the screen of his mobile phone, sometimes opening the curtains to look at the sky outside.
And I kept circling around Mrs.
Wang's coffin.
Listening to my incessant footsteps, I became more and more irritable, but I didn't want to stop no matter what
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