Because of the drizzle all night, all the summer dust has been washed away. Looking around, you can see the green hillsides and the heading silk grass. Under the sliding raindrops, the wet green stalks He raised his head slightly as if he was overwhelmed, counting rhythmically in the cold wind.

There was a busy and solemn scene beside the lake. The pale and stiff corpses were placed in a line on the shore. The families of the deceased were wailing miserably. Some people came to claim the corpses of their family members who had been missing for many years. Others rushed to tell each other and asked no one. The origin of the remains.

The men of the family members of the corpses had complicated expressions and stood at a distance, watching the actions of Zhong Kui and others with cold eyes. The women among the family members were whispering and pointing.

Most of the corpses that were salvaged ashore were claimed by their families, but no one cared about the remaining fresh corpses. The youngest Li was familiar with the situation of these families. He looked at them and walked over silently.

"Mr. Ghost Hunter is here. Take them back and ask him to give them salvation and bury them together on the hill."

"..."

No one paid attention to what Mr. Li said. Several men raised their elbows and their facial muscles trembled, but they ignored him. His eyebrows twitched and his heart sank, vaguely feeling the unkindness of these men. Good intentions, but eyes full of hostility are cast on oneself.

"What are you doing?" Li Lao Yao took out a half-pack of cigarettes that was so shriveled that only a few cigarettes were left. There were also a few cigarettes that he couldn't bear to smoke. He smiled and handed it to one of the men with a pockmarked face and said: "Lao Ma, the deceased is gone. He is buried in peace. My brothers have worked hard..."

"Fuck your sister, you did the hard work. Tell me, which bastard killed my brother?" The guy with a pockmarked face slapped away the youngest Li's cigarette with a hateful look in his eyes. Stared at him and cursed.

"Brother, don't say that, no one will kill your brother..."

"You know Mao, if these guys hadn't come to our place, how could they have died?" As soon as the man with a pockmarked face said this, several others on the side hurriedly agreed.

"Just, damn, settle the score with them,"

"If one of my men dies, I'll get a sum of blood no matter what, otherwise they won't be able to eat and walk around in circles,"

The pockmarked man's words and their echoes shocked the youngest Li to the point of breaking into a cold sweat. In order to calm down an unnecessary fight, he forced himself to calm down and tried his best to smile. He said with an almost humble expression: "Aren't you making things difficult for me? I have no intention of harming others, and I helped my brothers find them."

"Mao, they deserve to be punished for killing people, and they still pretend to be good people. Did you get kicked in the fucking head by a donkey, or kicked by a mule, or did you just take advantage of them and turn your elbows outwards?" As the man with the pockmarked face spoke, he grabbed Young Li's neck and lifted it up like a chicken. He looked arrogant and domineering and shouted: "Folks, look at this guy. , they are really cheating, and they colluded with outsiders to kill our former village chief and my brothers. We should ask them for an explanation,"

Noisy and roaring, a few men took a few women outside, and they followed Lao Ma and Li Laoyao to find Zhong Kui. Behind them, they followed at an inappropriate time, people who like liveliness in the village.

Zhong Kui was also puzzled. He was neither a prophet nor a divine divination. He wanted to know the cause of death of these deceased people more than anyone else. In view of the principle that the dead were the most important and should be buried in peace, he could not delay the death of the dead water bay. The most auspicious time to bury the dead collectively.

Therefore, he could only deal with the questions in his mind calmly and did not delve into them in any particular way.

Youngest Li's home; after the body was successfully salvaged, Zhiqing and others were eager to return home. After a while of busy work, they stood at the door and looked up at the sunlight refracted from the gray clouds. Suddenly they missed the arrival of their beloved wife and young son.

Vanilla, who was observing his words and expressions, glanced at his face that suddenly became serious, and said with a joking smile: "Uncle Chen, I miss Sister Xu Jing."

Zhiqing smiled bitterly, put a cigarette under his nose and sniffed, "Well, I miss them very much,"

Xu Qian looked pale, she was paying attention to Zhong Kui.

He hadn't come back yet and was helping with the funeral arrangements at the deceased's home. She kept looking at the door and said with a reserved smile: "My sister doesn't know what to think about her brother-in-law."

Wen Gen kept straightening the wrinkled clothes on his body. This dress was the one he was most reluctant to wear on weekdays. It had been left in the suitcase for several months. When he thought about going home, he took it out and shook it. I can't shake smoothly and I'm feeling depressed.

"Look at your potential, just iron it with hot water," Vanilla rolled her eyes and said angrily.

"Hey, hey," Wengen raised his eyebrows and smiled naively, "My wife is smarter," he said, then he followed Vanilla into the house and used boiling water to iron the clothes.

Xu Qian didn't want to be a light bulb, so she stayed outside the house, chatting with Zhiqing about everything she wanted to do...

Xiao Ming ran back in a hurry, his face red, panicked, and crying: "Uncle Chen, go and help Master... they... they are making trouble,"

When Zhiqing and Xu Qian, who were chatting, heard this, their hearts skipped a beat. They didn't know what happened again. They didn't ask in detail, so they hurriedly asked Xiao Ming to lead them to take a look.

In the mountain residents' home and the memorial shed, the ground was in a mess, with papers, pens and some yellow papers scattered randomly. Zhong Kui was surrounded by people in the middle. Lao Ma completely ignored the peace of the deceased, making a lot of noise and clamoring for help. Give him an explanation.

"I know they died very strangely, and I have thought about this issue. Due to time constraints, I did not delve into the reasons to find out. This is my fault. It is not what you think. I don't know any magic and I can't To casually take away people’s right to live,”

Zhong Kui knows that at this moment, any excuse is in vain. Only evidence can be the most convincing to convince these reckless people and those who deliberately cause trouble.

And these troublemakers must have been instigated by people with ulterior motives to make trouble with them.

"Bullshit, you don't understand sorcery, only ghosts believe it. I saw with my own eyes that you used sorcery to bewitch people." The person who spoke was the village chief's cousin. He danced harder than anyone else, and he was the one who fanned the wind and lit the will-o'-the-wisp.

Just when the fuss was getting louder, Zhiqing and Xu Qian came over.

"You guys, please listen to what I have to say,"

"..."

Zhiqing appeared as a scholar, and immediately suppressed the tense atmosphere. No one objected, and he continued: "Zhong Kui is a friend I have known for many years. I know his character best. Regardless of his own safety, he goes through life and death. For what purpose, for fame or fortune, you should understand better than anyone else how much sweat and energy he has put in, how much feedback and benefits he has received, everyone has a scale in his heart, you should think about it,"

After Zhiqing finished speaking, the scene fell silent. People felt an elegant scholarly demeanor in his words and deeds, and from his wise eyes, they understood that he was someone they could trust and rely on.
Chapter completed!