"Who is it?" Xiao Ying and Dead Girl asked at the same time.

"Dabao!" I shouted loudly.

But the old lady shook her head anxiously, which meant that I guessed wrong. I shook my head and smiled at her, picked her up, carried her on my back, and walked down the mountain. The dead girl didn't know who Dabao was, so she asked anxiously where he came from.

So I told her about my stay the night before. Xiao Ying frowned and said, it couldn't be him. No matter how unfilial he was, he wouldn't want to kill his own mother, right?

My brother smiled mysteriously, thinking that I said that on purpose. That bastard must be hiding nearby. My shouting made him mistakenly think that I had guessed the wrong person, and he lost his guard. It would be easier to catch him this way.

As for who I guessed, I’ll keep it secret for now, everyone will know it later.

We went down the mountain and returned to Dazui Rong's house. We put the old lady on the bed and found some food for her. Seeing the old lady's eating look, we almost stopped crying and stuffed it into our mouths as if eating with fingers.

,I don’t know how many days I haven’t eaten

After a full meal, she felt a sense of sadness in her heart. After eating, she drank a glass of water and lay down on the bed to sleep. The dead girl made no sound and seemed to have fallen asleep. It was already past six o'clock, and Xiao Ying and I were facing each other.

Wry smile, another sleepless night.

The two of us just sat on the bench and took a nap for a few times. At about seven o'clock, we both stood up and looked at the old lady. She was sleeping peacefully, so we quietly walked out and closed the door. Xiao Ying understood what I meant,

We need to catch the murderer!

But when I passed by Dabao Gate, I didn't stop. Xiao Ying asked in surprise: "Didn't you say he was a murderer? Why didn't you catch him?"

The brother chuckled: "Don't ask so many questions, just follow me."

Xiao Ying muttered dubiously: "The murderer is definitely not Dabao, why did you hide it from me?"

I ignored her and strolled to Xiaoyu's coffin. Dazuirong and Xiaoyu's parents didn't sleep a wink all night. The three of them sat in front of the coffin, their bloodshot eyes staring straight at the thermostatic coffin, which still looked like sculptures.

Still motionless. At this moment, many villagers came over early to help, including the village chief and Lao Huang.

Here, I was ordering people to light a fire for cooking. Lao Huang went over to persuade Xiaoyu's parents. Because the elders could not keep watch, they had already asked their relatives and juniors to come over. However, Lao Huang ignored him. He probably knew that this kid was trying to persuade him.

He was motionless. He looked like a dead person, and I was afraid that no one would be able to listen.

The village chief saw the two of us at a glance and walked over quickly. He heard Dazuirong say that I was Mr. Yin and Yang, so he no longer invited anyone else outside the village for this funeral. He just arranged the cemetery and presided over the burial.

Let me do it. When I heard this, my friend was immediately stunned. Strictly speaking, I am not a Yin Yang man. I know a lot about how to get rid of ghosts now, but when it comes to funerals, I know nothing about blowing fire with a rolling pin.

Just when I was about to tell him that I should invite someone else, Ma Da grabbed my hand and walked a few steps to the side. He looked around and saw that no one was around, and asked me in a low voice: "When will the lady's grave be repaired? The guy in there is

Who did it?"

Damn, what you asked is quite new, but you asked me, an outsider, about things in your village. But in his eyes, my brother is Mr. Yin and Yang, and Mr. Yin and Yang are all omnipotent magicians in the local area. I rolled my eyes.

, whispered to him: "It was the people in the village who did it, and he was the one who killed Xiaoyu, drove Grandma Qin crazy, and also killed Erbao!"

Ma Dahuan was immediately startled, his eyes widened and he said: "Who is so inhumane? You said Erbao was also killed? No wonder I haven't seen this old boy in the past two days."

Just as he was talking, Lao Huang came over. The old guy was still wearing a melon skin hat. This hat looked like it was many years old. It was very popular in the 1950s, but it is rare now. But in poor mountain villages

, it’s not surprising to see such old-fashioned clothes and hats.

"Young man, the village chief told you, I will write the memorial text, but you have to preside over the cemetery and burial." Lao Huang told me with a serious face.

I smiled and said, "No problem. Since the village chief and Uncle Huang trust me so much, I won't refuse. However, I would like to invite Uncle Huang to go to the gravesite."

After Lao Huang and Ma Dahuan looked at each other, they nodded and said, "Okay, let's go up the mountain after breakfast."

"Actually, I have already made plans about the cemetery." I stared at Lao Huang and said.

"Oh, please tell me first where the feng shui is good on this mountain."

"I think the land near Niangzi's grave is good. Let's bury her next to Niangzi's grave. By the way, I'll also bury her in Niangzi's grave."

As soon as these words came out, Ma Daluan and Lao Huang looked at me in surprise at the same time. Maybe they didn't expect that I would choose such a place. Speaking of the lady's grave, the feng shui is really excellent, but the grave has turned into a sinister

There is an extra zombie inside the grave for no reason. No matter how good the feng shui is, who would dare to choose the graveyard there.

"Young man, are you kidding me?" Old Huang's face turned ugly.

Ma Dali even frowned: "This place is not good, let's find another place."

I suddenly laughed twice, which made them both stunned. This was at a funeral. Although I couldn't help laughing, I couldn't laugh so loudly. It would be too disrespectful to the deceased and his family. Many villagers who were busy at work also gave up.

As they walked over with the work in their hands, some people had this angry look on their faces.

Xiao Ying hurriedly came to my side, tugged on my clothes, and kept winking.

I looked back at Ma Daluan and Lao Huang, then at the villagers, and finally my eyes fell on the funeral shed. I laughed miserably twice and said, "Who are you kidding? There is a body buried in the lady's grave."

Kui Zhi, then drove Grandma Qin crazy, and then killed Zhang Yunchuan’s family of five, and then killed Erbao and Xiaoyu one after another in the past two days?”

As soon as these words came out, the crowd went crazy, whispering to each other about why Erbao was also killed. After hearing this, Da Zuirong immediately jumped up, stared at me and asked: "Did you find any clues?"

I nodded, but before I could say anything, this kid ran out from under the memorial shed, grabbed my shoulder and asked, "Who did it? Tell me quickly!"

Ma Daluan also walked around in front of me and asked eagerly: "Do you know who the murderer is?"

I turned around and found Lao Huang walking anxiously down the hillside. I pointed at his back and said, "Catch him and ask him!"

Everyone was stunned immediately. Lao Huang had a very high prestige in the village, even higher than the village chief Ma Dali. They all started shouting, saying that I was talking nonsense. How could Lao Huang, such a good person, do such a thing?

Such an outrageous thing. Ma Daluan and Dazuirong were both stunned, and they didn't seem to believe that he was such a person.

Seeing Lao Huang going down the slope to leave the village, Xiao Ying suddenly chased after him, rushed behind him in a few steps, and grabbed his vest and clothes. The old guy turned around suddenly, and stabbed her with a bright dagger in his hand.
Chapter completed!