"Who did this!" After a long silence, Lao Zhang finally broke out. He roared angrily with gritted teeth.

The whole Qingshan seemed to be responding to his emotions, and replied with a "rustling" sound.

Xu Yuanzhi patted his shoulder, as if he was comforting, but he didn't say anything after all.

Seeing this, I said, "Actually, it is not difficult to investigate this matter. Just find an older person to identify the body in the coffin, and it is clear who did it."

As soon as I finished speaking, the man ran down the mountain, and it seemed that he was looking for someone.

After surviving for several hours of physical strength, Xu Yuanzhi and I were indeed a little tired.

We found a leeward nest and lay down, and began to close our eyes and rest.

The man should have run all the way back. In less than two hours, he turned back.

Behind him was an old man who was panting, not someone else, but the old man who dissuaded us from moving into the haunted house that day.

The man directly led the old man to the coffin, pointed to the corpse in the coffin, and asked, "Old Village Chief, do you see if this person knows?"

It turned out that this old man was actually the old village chief, no wonder he was so kind-hearted.

The old village chief often glanced in the coffin, frowned and pondered for a moment, and exclaimed: "This... isn't this Old Man Wu's father?"

"Old man Wu?" the man also exclaimed, "You mean, is this Wu Changqing's grandfather?"

Wu Changqing?

"Old man, how many people in this village are called Changqing?" I asked curiously.

"One, it's the one you just went to in the morning!" the old village chief blurted out.

It turns out that this Changqing surname is Wu!

The old village chief turned to Lao Zhang and said, "This is indeed Wu Changqing's grandfather. This old man Wu is so scheming. He actually sneaked his father into the Zhang family's ancestral tomb and used evil methods to damage the Zhang family to such a field. He is really careless!"

At the end of this, the old village chief was no longer calm and began to curse.

Obviously, Lao Zhang had already told him about the incident on his way here.

At this moment, looking at Lao Zhang again, he stood in front of the coffin blankly, with an incredible look on his face, and then changed into a look of resolute disbelief.

When we saw him like this, we stopped talking, just looked at him quietly.

After a while of silence, his face turned ugly and he said powerlessly: "I didn't expect that the person who guarded my ancestral grave was so cruel..."

This made me understand instantly and I couldn't help asking him: "When your grandfather said this was a Feng Shui treasure land, was Old Man Wu right next to him?"

The man nodded and said, "Yes, from the villagers, who would have thought that he would have such a bad intention."

At this time, the old village chief sighed and said, "I remember that your Zhang family was very good at treating this old man Wu. Seeing that he was raising three children alone and taking care of his father who was paralyzed in bed, he offered a high price to hire him to see the grave. Unexpectedly, he actually repaid his grudges and made trouble behind his back... No wonder after your Zhang family declined, their Wu family was prosperous and their sons had a bright future..."

The old village chief was filled with righteous indignation when he heard this. After hearing this, the man squatted on the ground and cried with his head down.

The old village chief asked Xu Yuanzhi: "Sir, do you think there is any remedy for this matter?"

Xu Yuanzhi shook his head helplessly and didn't say anything.

Old Master Zhang's body was cut to pieces, so where is there any way to remedy it?

Old Zhang sat alone, from the sun to the west, until the sun set, and didn't know what he was thinking.

The sky to the west was dyed blood red, and he stood up and began to pick up the firewood in silence.

In the wilderness, there was a lot of dry firewood, and he picked up a lot of them without much effort.

Then, he dragged the body in the coffin out with a look of grief and anger, threw it onto the pile of firewood, and lit the fire.

Dead branches are very easy to ignite. In a few minutes, the flames rise. In a few moments, a strange smell of oil permeates the air.

I held my breath and felt a little relieved in my heart.

After the Wu family's great master's body burned like this, their family's energy was over.

Think about the Changqing family and their family have problems with their character, which can be considered as their guilt.

The fire burned for a long time before it gradually faded.

At this time, it was completely dark.

Lao Zhang took off his clothes, picked up his great-grandfather's bones piece by piece with the moonlight, wrapped them in his clothes, and carried them down the mountain.

On the way, everyone was silent and moving forward all the way, and suddenly I thought of a question.

"Old man, how did Changqing's grandfather die?"

My question made the old village chief stunned. He thought for a while and shook his head and said, "I really don't know how he died. However, before he died, he had been paralyzed in bed for many years. In his early years, he had an accident in the stone on the mountain and was hit by a flying stone in the head. By chance, he was hit by a high-ranking paraplegia. Because his wife died early, he was always served by Changqing's father. Although he couldn't take care of himself, he could eat and sleep. Who knew that he suddenly died one day."

There is a problem here. Why does a person who can eat and sleep suddenly die?

I glanced at Xu Yuanzhi and asked whispered: "Master, do you think Grandpa Changqing's death will be the same as his father?"

Xu Yuanzhi obviously didn't expect this, and fell into deep thought after being stunned.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that the ferocious and dead look of Changqing's grandfather in the coffin just now was really similar to Changqing's father.

If I guess it is not bad, then Changqing's father was killed by Changqing's elder brother would be retribution...

When we returned to the village, it was already past nine o'clock. Lao Zhang was in a low mood, but he stopped giving up his etiquette and invited us to his house for dinner, saying that he had helped his house a lot today.

Looking at his heartbroken look, Xu Yuanzhi and I still refused.

Just as I was about to go out to find something to eat, the old village chief stopped us and said, "Go to my house to eat. My son and daughter-in-law are all working in other places. I am the only one at home. I will cook a few dishes and let's drink a few cups."

Faced with the invitation from the old village chief, we did not refuse.

When he arrived at his house, he was busy in the kitchen. After a short while, he cooked six side dishes. The three of us sat together and started chatting while eating, drinking and drinking.

The content of the chat is nothing more than some local customs.

We talked until the night, Xu Yuanzhi and I stood up to say goodbye.

We have to go to Changqing's house to check it out.

The old village chief even Changqing's father's corpse was not delayed, so he did not try to keep him. He told us a few words and sent us out.

The night in the countryside is very evil.

The stars in the sky kept blinking, the surroundings were very quiet, and the night wind in February was still very cool...

Xu Yuanzhi and I touched Changqing's home based on the memories of the day.

The door of his house was closed tightly, but it was not tied up. Xu Yuanzhi pushed it gently and the door opened in response.

We walked straight in.

The door of the house was also closed tightly. Through the window, you could see the light of candles in the mourning hall, but there was no sound, which was surprisingly quiet!
Chapter completed!