After hearing Li Daimo's description, Tang Huazang nodded slightly. After all, Mr. Cheng was the one who caught the loach, and he was the one who was the one who was buried. Maybe the blood of the loach was really covered by him.

"Loach blood causes Yin, do you know?" Tang Huazang asked tentatively.

When Li Daimo heard the question, his eyes widened for a moment, and he scratched the back of his head with his dark hand and said, "Hehe, I don't understand this kind of thing. You also know that the older generation of British troops did not come with him when they were taking refuge. Those who escaped in were young people and some children. Many things were not passed down... Unlike your family, the craftsmanship of coffin-making is inherited, and they know how to do it!"

Tang Huazang looked at the honest and honest Li Daimo and understood how simple the folk customs here were. People here had never been exposed to the outside world. Too many things lost their inheritance due to the reasons of being closed and dynasty.

"Oh~ Let's go quickly! Let's go and see the situation of Chengda's dealer!" Tang Huazang said and urged Li Daimo to hurry up because he found that the people here were too simple, and he felt that Mr. Cheng's death was strange, and he was afraid of something happening if he went too late.

The two passed by a red willow forest and walked along a winding path to the door of a house. The white paper lantern was written with a large Cheng word.

As soon as he arrived at the door, a young man wearing a mourning clothes and a white turban was greeted. According to the characteristics, Tang Huazang guessed that this person was from Cheng Dazhuang. As soon as he met Cheng Dazhuang, he held Tang Huazang's shoulder and said anxiously: "Brother Zhou! You are here! Everyone is waiting for you. We don't know what to do without you..."

Tang Huazang did not delay and pointed inside: "Dazhuang, take me in and have a look!"

Cheng Dazhuang responded: "Hey!" Then he made Kaidao half bent down and made a gesture of asking for help.

Tang Huazang didn't step into the yard, and as soon as he entered the yard, he saw people standing in the yard.

Because he didn't know Tang Huazang, no one paid attention to him and went straight to the mourning hall in the main hall.

As soon as he entered the mourning hall, he saw Mr. Cheng's body. It seemed that these people did not understand the rules of funeral. They should have been afraid of making any taboos when they did not bury Mr. Cheng.

This is just right, because Tang Huazang originally intended to check the cause of Mr. Cheng's death, and not being buried would save him a lot of effort and verbalism.

When everyone saw him coming, they consciously made a move. It seemed that Zhou Shunxiang was quite popular in this village.

Tang Hua hid beside Mr. Cheng and squatted down. He carefully checked it and found no injuries or fatal injuries on him.

As for the cause of his death, Tang Huazang had some guesses based on Li Daimo's statement, so he wiped the left chest of Mr. Cheng.

Everyone didn't understand yin and yang, but they were also very curious about what Tang Hua was doing. They couldn't help but stretched their necks and widened their eyes to watch them seriously.

When Tang Huazang's hand came to Mr. Cheng's heart position, he pressed it down slightly, and a feeling like pressing the ball was transmitted back to the center with the touch nerves.

Tang Huazang's expression was a little surprised because it was different from what he thought. At first, he thought that Mr. Cheng might have been scared. If he pressed the heart hard, it would be normal to have some depressions. But the reality is that Mr. Cheng's chest was collapsed rather than depressions, which means that his heart was no longer in his body.

He turned his head and looked at Cheng Dazhuang with a serious expression: "Have your father been staying at home since his death?"

"Yes!" Cheng Dazhuang saw Tang Huazang's serious look on his face. Although he was puzzled why she asked such a question, he still answered it in detail.

"So have you ever cut off people during this period?" Tang Huazang asked.

Cheng Dazhuang nodded again: "Since my father's death, there have been people in our family who have taken turns to stay by my father's side, and no one has been cut off!"

"It's strange, where did his heart go?" Tang Huazang muttered in a low voice after hearing Cheng Dazhuang's reply.

"Brother Zhou, what did you say? What's wrong with my father's heart?" Cheng Dazhuang just felt that he had heard an incredible thing, and in order to avoid misunderstanding, he asked again.

Tang Huazang saw him asking questions, and in order not to cause panic, he stood up and said, "Now, please leave the mourning hall if someone is not a direct relative, who is over 50 years old, and the deceased must clean himself and organize his remains!"

Everyone left the mourning hall with tactfulness after hearing the sound. Cheng Dazhuang was the only one left in the mourning hall. Cheng Dazhuang looked at Tang Huazang: "Brother Zhou, what should I do?"

Tang Huazang did not teach how to do Dazhuang, but pulled him aside and whispered: "Dazhuang, do you believe there are ghosts in the world?"

Cheng Dazhuang nodded, thought about it and started to shake his head again. Tang Huazang almost fainted by him. What's the answer?

"Oh, let me tell you the truth! There is no one here anyway, your father's heart has been stolen!" said Tang Huazang.

"Hand was stolen?!" Cheng Dazhuang's eyes widened when he heard it. Obviously, he was full of doubts about Tang Huazang's words.

Seeing his doubts, Tang Huazang pointed to Mr. Cheng who was lying on the wooden board and said, "You can tell if you go and touch his chest!"

Although he was a little scared, Cheng Dazhuang believed that the person lying on the ground would not harm him. After plucking up the courage, he reached out and touched Mr. Cheng's chest and found that a large area of ​​his heart collapsed. He knew that his father's heart had been stolen.

But how is that possible? He never left after his father passed away. Even his mother went to find Zhou Shunxiang.

He looked at Tang Huazang in confusion, but Tang Huazang waved his hand at him: "Dazhuang, what I want to tell you is that your father's body is incomplete and his heart is missing. If he is buried like this, I guess something will happen to your family in less than three months!"

"Ah!" Cheng Dazhuang's face turned pale when he heard this. He didn't know what to do. He could only turn his eyes to Tang Huazang in front of him.

Just as Tang Huazang was about to talk further, Mr. Cheng's body suddenly sat up, and looked at the two people in front of him with a blind eye and said in an almost mechanical voice: "Can a person live without a heart?"

When Cheng Dazhuang saw his father sitting up, he was more excited than afraid and was about to rush over. Tang Huazang grabbed him and said in a cold voice: "No!"

Mr. Cheng felt like he was mechanically disabled when he heard Tang Huazang's words, his eyes instantly dissipated, and he fell down with a "bang".

Cheng Dazhuang burst into tears in an instant, and he shouted loudly: "Dad..."

"Dazhuang! Dazhuang! Wake up, he is not your father! Your father is dead!" Tang Huazang reminded vigorously.

But Cheng Dazhuang, who witnessed his father's fall, did not believe such a result. He could not accept the reality of not having a father.

"Bang!" A slap fell on Cheng Dazhuang's face, and Tang Dazang shouted in a nearly roaring voice: "Are you crazy enough?"

Cheng Dazhuang looked at Zhou Shunxiang in front of him in shock. He didn't believe that Zhou Shunxiang, who seemed gentle on weekdays, would slap him.

"What are you looking at? If I don't slap you, I'm afraid you will be gone at this moment!" Tang Huazang said angrily.

"Ah~" Cheng Dazhuang was obviously a little scared. After being excited, he calmed down. He seemed to understand that his father was no longer there.

"He just asked for a prize. If you say you agree, he would be like harming the whole village!" After Huazang said that, he added: "Your father died strangely. I guess he must have hit the evil, and the level of this evil thing is not low. However, I can't use my own ability now, otherwise I will catch the evil spirit for you.

"What should I do?" Cheng Dazhuang heard that his father was killed by evil spirits, and immediately had the idea of ​​taking revenge. After all, it was his biological father who died.

"If it is true that as you said, there is no Duan after your father dies, then the possibility of the murderer taking action before the deceased dies is high!" said Tang Huazang.

"How is that possible! My father has no different things in the past few days except for some mental problems, so how can I believe your statement? Could it be that people can live without their hearts?" Cheng Dazhuang said seriously at Tang Huazang.

Tang Huazang put down his right hand holding his cheek: "Of course you can live without a heart, and didn't you see it just now?"

"I..." Cheng Dazhuang wanted to say something, but suddenly found that what Tang Huazang said could not refute.

"Don't worry, the most important thing now is to find your lost heart. As for the funeral, we have to do it. We must find his heart within three days, otherwise something big will happen in the village!" Tang Huazang said.

Cheng Dazhuang asked what big thing was going to happen, but Tang Huazang did not give a clear explanation.

Cheng Dazhuang nodded, and Tang Huazang continued, "I will preside over the worship at that time, and then I will go to the place where your father has been to take a walk!"

"Yeah!" Cheng Dazhuang seemed to have no thought at this moment, and he agreed to everything Tang Huazang said.

Tang Hua hid behind Mr. Cheng and wrote a big big word "A good person has a safe life!" behind him.

Then Cheng Dazhuang asked the old man to put his clothes on, and then he invited relatives and friends outside the door to come in and bury him.

"Next, please invite relatives and friends to visit the deceased to express your condolences!" said Tang Huazang.

People took the initiative to stand in three rows and saluted Mr. Cheng one by one...

"Please turn backwards for the rooster, rabbit, sheep, pig, and horse. The rest of them stood still and were buried..." Tang Huazang followed the process of the deceased one by one. Because there were no Taoist priests to make a temple, they were all simplified. Fortunately, no one here chose to choose, so he quickly buried Mr. Cheng's body. Next, he told Cheng Dazhuang to pay attention to mourning for three days, and then said some simple precautions and left here.

When Tang Huazang went out, he glanced at the blood on the door and explained to Li Daimo who came out: "Brother, I've asked someone to wipe this thing for him, otherwise something else would happen to the Cheng family!"

Li Daimo looked at the loach blood on the door, obviously a little scared, but he still responded with a thorn.

After explaining that, Tang Huazang left the Cheng family, went out to the right and walked through a small path to a bamboo forest in the back mountain. As soon as he entered the bamboo forest, he felt that the things in front of him were a little shadowed. Could it be...
Chapter completed!