"Old man Xia has been causing trouble for a long time, causing us..." Wen Gen muttered and complained.

"No, the matter is not over yet. The people in Menling Village cannot be killed by Zhong Kui's father alone." Zhiqing looked at the exploding kerosene lamp with a solemn expression, Denghua murmured.

Zhiqing was right, the rotting corpse in the reservoir, the whereabouts of the vanilla, and the ghosts of the children in the Purple Bamboo Forest. All of these have not yet been verified, and things should not be that simple.

When things got to this point, Zhiqing had to reveal the suspicion that Zhong Hansheng might harm Old Man Xia.

Wengen compared the Jiefang shoes secretly taken from Zhong Hansheng's house with the one that was stolen from outside. The result of the comparison was that the two Jiefang shoes from different origins seemed to be a pair.

The flaw lies in Jiefang Shoes, and the doubt also lies in Jiefang Shoes.

It is speculated that Old Man Xia knows a lot about the ins and outs of Menling Village. The secrets in his belly are like fermented food after eating. Once it breaks out, Zhong Hansheng and others will be trapped in an eternal prison.

This will cause some people to panic, which may lead to thoughts of murder and silencing.

Here's the problem; when Zhong Hansheng killed Old Man Xia, why didn't he throw away the other Liberation Shoe? Why did he take it home and stupidly leave it in the house for others to use as evidence of the murder?

Then Zhiqing told some stories he heard in Donghua Village about Zhong Hansheng in the village.

Zhong Hansheng was born in Donghua Village. He lost his mother when he was young. When he was thirteen years old, his father contracted hematemesis and died in the cold winter.

This person wears a lot of hats, but flatters no one. He flatters and adapts to the situation. It can be said that he is all-rounded, and he has a flattering face to the people above him. To the people below, he is a fox and a tiger, and he is a dog who relies on human power. To the hard-working villagers, he is the kind of person he should be.

He will bully without mercy. People he has dealt with before dare not say anything even if they are wrong.

To be honest, he only succeeded in this trick every time he spotted the person he was photographing, and he was able to take advantage of the situation.

Zhong Kui, who was full of blood, felt his blood boil when he heard this. His face turned from green to purple, his teeth gritted loudly, he clenched his fists and wanted to grab this guy immediately and interrogate him. Ask him why he wanted to kill Xia.

Old man, why do you want to oppress the people?

Zhiqing asked Wengen to sort out the collected information and prepare for war against Zhong Hansheng.

Only in this way can Zhong Kui appear openly in people's sight.

Zhiqing observed his words and saw Zhong Kui's expression of warmth and anger. After comforting him for a while, he gave some careful instructions, nothing more than asking him to be patient. Watching various sports come to an end, good days should be coming soon.

Next, Zhiqing asked Zhong Kui something.

This matter is also an annoying thing that Zhong Kui has been struggling with, that is, the women who appeared in front of them at different times.

Zhong Kui naturally didn't know anything about it. He didn't know where the woman came from or where she was going. He only knew that her name was Xiaoqing.

That night, Zhong Kui felt as if there was a bright mirror in his heart. The people in the village who had their blood sucked out were his father's evil deeds. Old man Xia and those innocent people in the village who died were also directly related to Zhong Hansheng.

Zhiqing doesn't think so. He feels that the cause of old man Xia's death is still a mystery. The answer to this mystery may be found in Zhong Hansheng himself, or the answer may be found in another person. Who is this person?

Wengen closed his eyes, opened them, opened them again, and when he opened them and saw the dark window, he felt uneasy. He didn't know whether it was because he didn't have two ounces of oil in his stomach, or because he just ate one so simply.

I had a sweet potato, but my stomach wasn't full yet, so I was tossing and turning and couldn't sleep.

The other person who couldn't sleep at the same time was Zhong Hansheng.

There is another reason why Zhong Hansheng built a new house, and that is because of the death of his wife. Under the smoke screen he used, no one else knew the truth about the cause of his wife's death.

But Zhong Hansheng, who had a guilty conscience, knew the truth and brutally strangled his married wife in her sleep. So he was afraid that his wife would come to kill him, so he had to renovate the old house.

The person who gave him the idea to renovate his house was none other than Liu Mingshan, who had been a fake Taoist priest for a few days. He was so sick that he sought medical treatment. Zhong Hansheng also had times when he was afraid. When he was afraid, he had to seek various psychological comforts.

By the way, in today's society, those believers who worship Bodhisattvas and recite Buddhist scriptures are looking for various psychological comforts. To put it bluntly, if there are really gods and gods in the world to protect them, then what about natural disasters such as earthquakes?

Is it possible? Don’t people who live in earthquake areas worship Bodhisattva? Maybe they worship Bodhisattva more frequently than anyone else! So, as long as there are no ghosts in your heart, no ghosts will disturb your peace.

This Zhong Hansheng strangled his wife to death himself. No matter how he tried to hide it or tried every means to forget it, he could not drive out the ferocious appearance of his wife before and after her death. On the contrary, the impression became more and more profound.

The newly built house is more spacious than before and has a few more rooms, but it appears even emptier.

In the empty room, a person's mind kept popping up with a stiff corpse, the corpse's bloated and deformed body and the pale face of death, as well as the old man who spit out the color of pig liver due to strangulation.

The tongue, do you think it’s scary?

Zhong Hansheng was afraid of the coming of night, afraid of this lifeless silence. He shivered and pulled the quilt, covering his head, face, body and buttocks. His breathing became rapid, and a hot breath rushed straight to his face, and his face immediately

The boiling heat causes a feverish feeling in the head.

He kept messing around until late at night, and sleepiness came over without warning. Zhong Hansheng slowly closed his eyes and lay on the large kang. This exaggerated big kang was custom-made for him to prepare for the wedding of his bride.

Who is the bride? Of course it is Lai Xiaoqing.

Lai Xiaoqing's hibiscus is natural, fresh and elegant, with a faint fragrance. It fascinated Zhong Hansheng and made Zhang San masturbate every night.

Tonight, Lai Xiaoqing was in Zhong Hansheng's dream, with a big red hijab on her head, and the gleaming red word "Happy" on the hijab blinded his eyes.

"Little darling, you finally belong to me, Zhong Hansheng. Come and have a spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold..." As he spoke, Zhong Hansheng impatiently wanted to grab the bride to enjoy the warm fragrance of nephrite.

When he forcibly pulled off the bride's red hijab, a pair of eyes sunken into the skin looked at Xiao Qing's beautiful face with lust.

Xiaoqing is still taciturn, and there is a kind of ice-like hardness in her cold and gorgeous look.

Zhong Hansheng stepped closer to Xiaoqing's outstretched hand, and when he was about to touch her face, the light suddenly went out without warning.

The room suddenly fell into darkness, and Zhong Hansheng felt as anxious as anything. He hurriedly ran to the switch socket, and pressed his finger on the switch socket before he had time to turn it. The light suddenly came on again, and he looked at it blankly.
Chapter completed!