After Zuo Shisan heard the descriptions of the villagers, his emotions were not very high. He was different from the fat man. Hearing is false and seeing is true. He had to see this Li Cuicui with his own eyes.
So after they inquired about the specific location of Luo Yong's new home, the three of them hurried over.
As soon as he arrived in front of Luo Yongxin's door, he heard beatings and the sound of a woman crying in the yard:
"Get out of here! If it weren't for you, my mother wouldn't have died! It's because of you that I was so blind that I fell in love with you, a woman with a heart like a snake!"
The woman kept sobbing quietly and never said a word.
Zuo Shisan saw that the iron door of his house was ajar, so he opened the door and walked in.
In the courtyard, a man held a wooden stick and glared at the woman lying on the ground with tears on her face.
The man holding the wooden stick was none other than Luo Zhipeng. After he saw a stranger entering his yard, he became even more angry:
"Where are these people from?!" Luo Zhipeng pointed the wooden stick in his hand at Zuo Thirteen and the three of them and asked sharply.
Zuo Shisan smiled and said:
"We are Taoist priests from the Qingzhu Temple in Beijiushui. We were passing by your village and found that there was Yin Qi covering the roof of your house, so we came in to check. If nothing was wrong, we will leave first."
When Luo Zhipeng heard this, he immediately stopped them:
"Hey...wait a moment!"
In fact, in Luo Zhipeng's heart, he had long been fed up with his haunting mother. Although she was his biological mother, she would appear at his bedside at no time at night, almost giving him death several times.
Fainted from fear.
And as the ghost of his mother appeared more and more frequently, the villagers in the village began to talk about their home. There was even no guest in the house these days when the accident happened. When he went out, all the villagers hid like the plague.
Looking at him was unbearable for Luo Zhipeng's fragile mind. He was almost depressed these days...
So Luo Zhipeng saw that these Taoist priests seemed to have some skills, so he quickly stopped them, hoping that these Taoist priests could help his mother's wronged soul to be saved and reincarnated as soon as possible, so that he could return to a peaceful life as soon as possible.
However, Luo Zhipeng was also a little suspicious, because the three people who came here looked young. Who knew whether they were reliable? If they asked for money, they wouldn't give it a penny.
After being polite, Zuo Shisan walked into the house and glanced at Li Cuicui who was still sitting on the ground. She had bruises on her shoulders and wrists, her hair was dyed dark green, and there were bruises on her arms and neck.
He has tattoos and his clothing is relatively revealing. Such dressing is indeed rare in rural areas.
Zuo Shisan shook his head and walked past Li Cuicui.
But the fat man stopped, squatted down and stared at Li Cuicui and said:
"Girl, it's okay. You can drive your mother-in-law to death. Your level is quite high. If she comes back to find you tonight, we will watch helplessly and won't save you. We will just let her kill you too.
We can take them together!"
Li Cuicui raised her head and glared at the fat man fiercely:
"roll!!"
The fat man had such a bad temper that he immediately started scolding Li Cuicui. If Rushuang hadn't stopped him, he would have rushed forward and started to attack.
"Fat man, come in!" After Zuo Shisan heard the scolding outside, he quickly came out of the house and called out to the fat man.
The fat man spat on the ground and said:
"Bah, beating a scum like you will make my hands dirty. People like you will get retribution sooner or later!"
Li Cuicui sneered and said:
"none of your business!"
…
The three of them came to the house, and on the wall facing them hung a black and white photo of the old lady Zhu Yuanyuan.
The old lady in the posthumous photo is smiling and has kind eyes. She seems to be a more tolerant and easy-to-get-together mother-in-law.
Being able to force such an honest person to death, it seems that Li Cuicui is indeed not simple.
Zuo Shisan thought of this and looked back at Li Cuicui in the yard. At this time, she had stood up from the ground, holding the phone in her hand, and was talking to the person on the phone, feeling a little excited.
"How long has it been since your mother passed away?" Zuo Shisan asked.
"Eight days ago, her body was buried in the coffin just yesterday, and the coffin was dismantled today," Luo Zhipeng said truthfully.
"Write your mother's birth date to me," Zuo Shisan said.
Luo Zhipeng immediately wrote down his mother's birth date and handed it to Zuo Shisan.
Zuo Shisan took it over and took a look. Jiachen, Wushen's horoscope for July, let out a sigh of relief. The chance of becoming a ghost after death with this kind of birth date is very low. In this case, the average unjust ghost ghost is now Zuo Shisan.
I can handle it too.
Putting away Luo Zhipeng's mother's horoscope, Zuo Shisan continued:
"Come on, take us to the house where your mother hanged herself."
When Luo Zhipeng heard this, he felt a little conflicted. After hesitating for a while, he led the three of them to the courtyard. He pointed at the south room in front of him and said:
"Right inside, on the middlemost beam, the rope has long been gone."
"Okay, let's go take a look." Zuo Shisan could understand that Luo Zhipeng was moved by the scene, so he, Fatty and An Rushuang came to the south room.
With a "squeak~!" Zuo Thirteen pushed open the wooden door of the south room and walked in.
As soon as my feet hit the ground, the surrounding dust was splashed. The room was airtight. There were several large cement jars, which should be used to store food.
The light in the room was very dark, with no direct sunlight coming in, and it was a bit cold. Zuo Shisan raised his head and looked towards the rafters.
Above this south room, there are three wooden beams as thick as an adult's thigh. Thirteen from the left focused his eyes on the middle beam, subconsciously trying to focus his energy on his eyes, and suddenly remembered that he
There wasn't much Qi left in his body, so he took it back.
As far as the naked eye could see, the rope marks were still there on the beam. Thirteen Zuo observed carefully for a while and unexpectedly discovered that there was an inconspicuous half-footprint on the beam!
And it seems that the footprints were left not long ago.
Whose footprints are these? Why is there only one?
Zuo Shisan asked the fat man to bring a ladder and put it on the beam. He climbed up the ladder and began to observe carefully. He now began to suspect that Luo Zhipeng's mother might not have hanged herself!
However, the clues are only the half of the footprints, and there are no other clues.
"Brother, have you discovered anything?" The fat man holding the ladder below was a little anxious.
"Come on, let's go ask about Li Cuicui." Zuo Shisan said, jumping down from the ladder.
At the moment when he jumped, Zuo Shisan remembered that his cultivation and body were not as good as before. With this subconscious jump, his ankle might be injured at such a high distance.
"Thirteen, be careful!" An Rushuang always remembered Zuo Thirteen's physical condition. When she saw Zuo Thirteen jumping from such a high place, she immediately ran over and killed Zuo Thirteen the moment he landed.
Hold tight.
The huge inertia pushed An Rushuang to the ground. Zuo Shisan was worried that An Rushuang would be injured, so he pressed his hands and knees against the ground in time without pressing his body down.
