Although there are always people who come to clean up the appearance of Liao Laosi every day, the skin on the surface of the body is getting dryer and shriveled. Read the latest chapter full text []

This longevity outfit doesn't look very fit, and the legs of the trousers are a little short. Liao Laosi's stiff dry claws are placed flat on both sides of the coffin, his eyes are tightly closed, and his face is as gray as if dead.

Wushuang stood behind everyone with his nose covered his eyes and watched. He was not a friend of Mingyue Village, so he didn't have to toast and bow to Laosi Liao.

"Brother Liao, did you change your old man's birthday outfit? It doesn't fit well, right?" Wushuang said.

"I made Brother Wushuang laugh at me. Grandpa left in a hurry. These are all temporary clothes."

"Oh? Plague?"

Liao Hai shook his head.

"Accident?"

Liao Hai shook his head again, trying to say something to Wushuang, but seeing that the people around him were too polite and did not open their mouths, he could only temporarily accompany other guests to worship his grandfather.

"I said Dahai, it's not my uncle's choice. Your grandfather is the greatest Lao Si in our Miaojiang. Who dares not give a thumbs up when talking about Lao Si in these three mountains and nine villages? Do you have to give everyone an explanation?" Shi Bo burned incense on behalf of Jin Mingzhai, kowtowed three times, and asked Liao Hai after the ceremony.

"Shi Bo, I warn you not to make trouble here? Let me explain it to you? Does Dahai need to explain it to you? What are you explaining it?" Qiao Qian glared at him.

"Haha... Isn't this a joke for a good man Qiao? Even if a Han person dies, the hospital has to issue a death certificate? How did he die? Did he die from illness? Or was he killed?" Shi Bo said something, implying that someone harmed Lao Si of Liao.

"Shibo, what do you mean?"

"It's not interesting! I think Lao Si's death is strange. Shouldn't we give us an explanation? Why? You have to even take care of our Miao Village when you move in your house?"

The quarrel between the two sides became increasingly fierce. If the housewarming used to be uninterested in argument with him, Shi Bo actually sent someone to harm his granddaughter. He now regarded Shi Bo as his biggest enemy, so no matter what Shi Bo said, he would open his eyes and look down on him.

"Seniors and uncles, to be honest, my grandfather left in a hurry was my fault as a grandson. Grandpa found out the next morning that he had already died, without any signs."

"Dahai, you'll be done with just one sentence? That's not possible. I also said that Lao Si Liao was killed by someone! I'll have to have a autopsy!"

Liao Hai was trembling all over by Shi Bo's unreasonable anger, but he didn't dare to attack in front of everyone. He gritted his teeth and held it in his mouth for a long time but couldn't say anything.

"Brother Liao, it's best to agree to his request at this time. If you don't let him have a corpse, it means you have a ulterior motive. If he doesn't find anything on the autopsy, it's that he is disrespectful to your grandfather's body." Wushuang reminded him in a low voice.

"But...this..." Liao Hai hesitated, and doing so was indeed blasphemous Laosi Liao.

Wushuang said this to Liao Hai. Liao Laosi's body was a bit strange. If others couldn't see it, Wushuang wouldn't see it? In fact, he also suspected that there was something strange about Liao Laosi's death. Not to mention anything else, how could the corpse that had been dead for ten days have no corpse spots? Moreover, the stench in the mourning hall was not the stench of corpse, but the stench of dead fish.

"Okay!" Liao Hai finally agreed.

Shi Bo grinned and leaned into the coffin with his hands, touching his feet from Liao Laosi's neck, and didn't even let go of his shoes. Look at where was the autopsy like this? It was clearly looking for something.

"Old Qiao, what are he looking for?" Wushuang asked in a low voice.

"Look for a map! It is the map leading to the ancient tomb of Chidi in Heifeng Mountain. Only the Liao family has that map! But outsiders have never seen that map. It is difficult to find the ancient tomb of Chidi without this map." Fang Qian saw his thoughts.

"Oh, maybe it's time to live, it's time to live. Okay, Lao Si of Liao has worked hard for Miaojiang for the rest of his life, and it's time to take a break." Seeing that he didn't find what he was looking for, Shi Bo gave himself a step and turned around and left.

Seeing that there was nothing fun, the others left after paying homage to Laosi Liao, and only Liao Hai, Chen Xing and Wushuang, were left in the spirit shed.

"Dahai, don't be afraid. If someone in this Mingyue Village has a strange intention, it depends on whether I agree with the Housewarming or not. Don't worry, as long as I am here for one day, the Mingyue Village will still belong to your Liao family." Houxiang comforted him.

Housewarming is not a fool. This old thing is better than anyone else. Why should we support Liao Hai, a dissatisfied young man? A large part of his Qiao family's business comes from goods traveling between Miaojiang, and Mingyue Village is the largest Miao village among the Sanshan Jiuzhai, which has the highest value for him. Instead of re-cultivating a new and old company, it is better to continue to let the Liao family continue to control the power of Yuezhai.

"Brother Liao, can I pay tribute to Lao Si's remains?" Wushuang lit a stick of incense stick and inserted it into the incense burner.

"Please."

Wushuang walked to the head of the coffin, bent down, and sniffed it gently. The smell of the corpse was very strange, and it was definitely not the rotten smell of a normal corpse. Moreover, Liao Laosi's facial expression was very natural, and it was as if a living person was asleep. Although his skin was very dark, the texture was still clear, and there was no corpse spots on the surface of the skin.

Wushuang looked back at Liao Hai, and saw that Liao Hai was talking about something with the housewarming, so he didn't pay any attention to him. He quickly reached out and poked Liao Laosi's face.

Hum? Although Liao Laosi's face is shriveled, it is elastic. Moreover, if you press it gently, your skin will sink and it will not return to normal for a long time. If it takes a little longer, a foul pus will even seep out of the surface of the skin of the corpse. However, Liao Laosi's skin is very normal, not much different from that of a living person, it is just a little cold.

"Brother Wushuang...you..."

Wushuang stood up awkwardly and smiled foolishly: "Oh, Lao Si Liao is such a lucky appearance. No wonder Brother Liao is so handsome. It's so good to inherit genes? Haha..."

Liao Hai and Fang Ying thought Wushuang was just kidding, so they didn't take it seriously.

The dinner in Mingyue Village is very rich, which is similar to the customs of the Han people. Liao Laosi happened to be eighty years old, so he did not die unexpectedly, so it was considered a funeral. Therefore, the dinner they prepared were all eaten during the holidays. The guests who came to mourn Laosi came to attend the funeral, and they were laughing and chatting while eating.

Among all, Bai Su Na Xiu and a group of people in Jin Mingzhai were unhappy, and they each had a small calculation in their hearts.

The Miao people like glutinous rice. This thing is produced locally, and glutinous rice is almost their staple food.

"Take me a bowl of raw glutinous rice into the mourning hall later." Wushuang ordered.
Chapter completed!