Grandma Qin was really dead. She just sat and died like this. There were no scars on the old woman’s body and her face looked very calm. She didn’t look like she had been killed. I opened my psychic eyes and took a look. There was no evil spirit in the house. I wanted to remove it.

To avoid the possibility of being frightened to death, Lao Cao carefully observed the secretions under the old lady’s eyes and corners of her mouth, and concluded that it was not poisoning. She was probably too old, and the old lady had died!

This makes us very depressed. Why did the old lady die sooner or later, and she died just when we were looking for her? I told the damn girl, you go back to the underworld and see if it was caused by ghosts. The cause of the old lady's death must be solved.

Clearly. This is related to whether anyone in the village is still watching us when we are looking for the Yiman Altar.

After the dead girl left, Lao Cao and I went home, and Dazuirong went to Ma Daluan to report the matter. After the two of us went back, we talked to the big guys while drinking wine. This wine was really depressing.

After arriving at the lady's grave, everything went wrong and she dug up a

Going under the tomb almost killed the big guy. Although we found clues to the entrance, it's hard to say whether it's under the sarcophagus. What if it's a robber's cave? Grandpa Da Zuirong is good at this. What about the cave below?

Was it left behind by his old man?

Little Hob had an injury on his hand and couldn't drink. Da Zuirong and I drank two bottles and were both dizzy and a little drunk. At this time, Da Zuirong came back and told us that Ma Da swung the two bottles of Dabao and Erbao.

Erbao called his son, no matter whether he had fulfilled his filial piety before death, he could not ignore his mother's affairs after death. But Erbao's wife cried and made trouble, saying that her husband was dead and her two sons had no money, so she asked Dabao to come out.

Money for funerals.

Dabao and his wife said that they had no money, and if they shared it, they could just bury me and let their family bear the burden, but there was absolutely no way. So, in front of Grandma Qin's dead body, the two families started to quarrel, and it became a big deal. I

Hearing this, the old lady sighed. She couldn't close her eyes. She probably knew that there would be such a farce after death, so she couldn't sleep with her eyes closed!

In the end, Ma Dalun had no idea. He discussed with the village cadres, and the village provided wood and asked the carpenters to build a thin coffin overnight to contain the old man. With the coffin, the problem was still not solved, and neither Dabao nor Erbao's family agreed.

A funeral was held at his own home. Ma Dawun couldn't bear the noise anymore, so he decided to bury the old lady tonight. The two mourners would prepare it themselves and let Dazui Rong find a good time for burial.

Dazuirong didn't know what time it was to be buried, so he sneaked back to ask us for advice. Lao Cao and I looked at each other and thought, burying the old lady overnight was a bit too hasty? But the fact is that no one from the two families took over.

The village committee can't let the village committee pay for the old lady's coffin anymore, right? These two unfilial beasts really left me speechless.

The two of us haven't planned it yet. Nie Min is fine and can be buried after midnight. Dazuirong will return immediately. I told everyone that many people in the village know me. I will go to see the old lady off and take a look at it again.

Can you find any clues? After I went out, Xiao Ying also came with me. She wanted to take a look.

Just go, everyone in the village knows her better than me, and with a beautiful woman next to me, I feel awesome no matter where I go. The two of us arrived at the gate of the village committee, and there were already several hangings

The big light bulb illuminated the entire compound as bright as day. There was no shortage of wood in the village. Four or five carpenters made a coffin in a short time and were painting it. The mixed smell of burning paper, incense candles and paint was filled with the spirits of the dead.

The smell of death in front of me makes people feel heavy.

It's past eleven o'clock now, and the burial will take place in more than half an hour. No one from Dabao's and Erbao's families is there. Dazui Rong said that they went back to do mourning, but they did it for two hours and haven't come back yet. There is no one in the village.

They were short of white cloth, so they were obviously stalling for time and didn't want to come over to the old lady's wake. For such beasts, I wanted to pull them out and give them a beating. Knowing how unfilial they would be in the future, I think the old lady should have pushed them into the urinal and drowned them.

Forget it.

Dazuirong quietly pulled me aside and said that he just found a stack of pictures under the old lady's shop, which were drawn on newspapers with charcoal sticks. Since the old lady could not speak, the things she drew were weird and weird, and everyone could see them.

He didn't understand, so no one cared, but Dazuirong secretly pretended to be so.

The three of us walked behind the wall of the village committee compound. Dazuirong turned on the flashlight and handed me a stack of newspapers. Xiao Ying helped open the newspaper and saw that the paintings on it were quite messy, uglier than those painted by kindergarten children. However,

On the first newspaper, I saw an "8". Xiao Ying and I confirmed that this symbol represented Lao Huang. We were both excited. The old lady must have known more secrets, and she drew them all before she died.

.

An irregular triangle is drawn on a place that looks like a bunch of grass. Guys, I understand. The grass is the bamboo forest and the triangle is the lady's grave. But this 8 is far away. There is a square in front of the grave, which looks like a block.

The stones are probably three wordless monuments, right? There is a claw sticking out from the tomb, which is quite vivid in the upside-down painting, grasping the stone like a chicken claw. I can’t understand it. I don’t know whose claw it belongs to.

, is it the corpse of a woman or that of old Zhou Kui.

We then peeled this one over. The picture drawn on the second newspaper was basically the same, but the stones were far away and were drawn on the lower left corner of the newspaper. However, 8 was in front of the grave, and was also caught by the claws.

Xiao Ying frowned and said: "This doesn't look like Kui's corpse. I feel like this looks like a female corpse in a sarcophagus. But why did you grab the stone first, then throw it away, and then grab Lao Huang?"

We could barely understand the meaning of these two pictures, but the next few pictures made us stupid. They were a mess, with stars and moons, and it was dazzling to see. But almost every picture had an 8 on it, indicating that these pictures were all different.

It has something to do with Lao Huang. After hurriedly reading these newspapers, the dead girl came back from the underworld to avoid being discovered, and fell in love with me again.

"I specifically found the seventh and eighth masters to find out. I didn't send any ghost messengers to come to the lady's grave to seduce her soul. The death of the old lady was a bit strange. It stands to reason that when a person reaches the end of his life, ghost messengers will come to ask for her. If this is not the case, that is

Abnormal death!" Dead Girl told me.

I was startled. The old lady did not die in a normal way, but we did not see any traces of being killed. It was really strange. Could it be that there is a mysterious master like Lao Huang living in this village, who kills people without leaving any clues?

At this time, the firecrackers went off, and Dazui Rong said that the time was up. He ran back to the village committee compound first, and we followed him back. Dabao and Erbao's family all wore sackcloth and mourning, and knelt on both sides of the coffin. Ma Dabao gave an order with a wave of hands,

The villagers lifted the coffin and went out. Some people scattered paper money, which fell in the air.

The villagers carried the coffin in front, and the filial sons and grandsons followed behind. Dazui Rong led the way. Xiao Ying and I were the last, and walked all the way out of the west of the village. These unfilial beasts were like outsiders, and no one cried.

Even after they buried the coffin in the grave, they still didn't even fart. Finally, they kowtowed to the villagers and returned to the village in despair.

Ma Da was so angry that he couldn't stop cursing and asked everyone to go back and drink. For a while, the cemetery was completely cleared, and only Da Zui Rong, Xiao Ying and I were left. Da Zui Rong was grateful to Qin *** for saving his life.

He stood silently in front of the grave and refused to leave. Xiao Ying and I stayed with him for a while.

Unexpectedly, the weather was unpredictable. The weather was fine just now, but suddenly it began to rain heavily. The three of us hurriedly ran outside the cemetery and hid under a big tree. The rain became heavier and heavier. After half an hour, there was no one.
Chapter completed!