His eyes were like dead fish eyes, motionless, frozen in a certain moment.
His face was also distorted, as if he had felt great fear before death.
And his fear did not disappear because of death. Instead, it was conveyed to the living people who saw him through his dead eyes and distorted face.
When the daughter saw her husband's appearance, she cried again.
"Village chief, my father will die with his eyes open."
The villagers standing behind the village chief also sighed repeatedly.
Yang Xiaobao sighed deeply and covered his face with the yellow paper again.
"Brother Xiaobao, do you see anything?" the village chief asked.
"Village chief, let's go out and talk."
"well."
After waiting out, Yang Xiaobao said: "Where are the other two? Is it the same?"
"How about you go and have a look too?"
Yang Xiaobao nodded.
The other two deceased persons were named Li Fang and Wang Xing.
The appearance of the two deceased people was exactly the same as that of Zhixue, with their eyes open and their faces distorted.
Yang Xiaobao checked Li Fang's body and Wang Xing's body, and there were no obvious injuries.
He checked their tongues and eyes again, and there were no signs of poisoning.
"Brother Xiaobao, how are you?"
"I can't see how they died now," Yang Xiaobao said at last.
"Brother Xiaobao, actually, we asked you to come because we want you to perform a ritual for them."
Zhang Shengli finally stated his purpose.
Yang Xiaobao snorted and said: "Village chief, rituals usually result in abnormal deaths. Now I don't know how they died, so we can skip the rituals."
"Brother Xiaobao, no, since you are here, just give it a try."
"If you want to do it, just ask an ordinary immortal to do it."
In rural areas, people call those who observe Feng Shui and do things as great immortals.
There are several great immortals like this in Shiliba Village.
Zhang Shengli saw that Yang Xiaobao was not willing to do such a thing, so he had no choice but to sigh helplessly.
"Village chief, don't you have anything to say to me?" Yang Xiaobao asked again.
"Brother Xiaobao, what exactly do you want me to say?"
"Forget it, since there is nothing else, I will go back first."
Yang Xiaobao saw that Zhang Shengli didn't want to tell him, so he didn't force it.
"Brother Xiaobao, why don't you stay and have dinner before leaving?" Zhang Shengli persuaded.
It was completely dark at this time, and the night shrouded Beihe Village. Coupled with the crying coming from different directions, it gave people a very desolate feeling.
Yang Xiaobao shook his head and said, "Forget about dinner, I didn't do anything."
After saying that, he rode his motorcycle and drove out of the village.
When Yang Xiaobao arrived at home, Su Guihua was preparing dinner.
When Su Guihua saw him coming back, she quickly greeted him: "Xiaobao, where have you been? I went to the clinic to ask you to eat, but there is no one in the clinic."
Yang Xiaobao briefly talked about his trip to Beihe Village this afternoon.
"Is there really a death in Beihe Village?" Su Guihua said in surprise, "I also heard about it this afternoon, and I thought it was a lie."
"How can you spread rumors about dead people?"
Yang Xiaobao washed his hands, sat down, and started eating dinner.
"Xiaobao, how did they die? Why did three people die in one day?"
"I don't know." Yang Xiaobao said dullly, "But at first glance, it doesn't appear to be a normal death, but it's not a fight or poisoning."
"This is strange." Su Guihua said while eating, "Isn't it because I'm possessed by evil spirits?"
Yang Xiaobao nodded and said: "Looking at this situation, it should be like this."
"Then why did you come back?"
Yang Xiaobao snorted and said, "They didn't tell me the truth. They just wanted me to do something, so I came back."
The two of them chatted while eating. After finishing the meal, Yang Xiaobao simply washed up and got tired of Su Guihua again.
"Xiaobao, didn't you just do it yesterday? Go to bed quickly."
Su Guihua said shyly.
Yang Xiaobao chuckled and said, "The key is that you are so charming."
At this moment, Yang Xiaobao suddenly heard the sound of a motorcycle engine coming from outside.
Then there was a banging on the door.
"Brother Xiaobao, is brother Xiaobao at home?"
The visitor's tone was rather urgent.
Yang Xiaobao heard that it was none other than Zhang Shengli, the head of Beihe Village.
Su Guihua quickly pushed Yang Xiaobao away and straightened her clothes.
Yang Xiaobao felt very depressed when his good deeds were interrupted by this guy, but he still came over.
When he opened the courtyard door, he saw Zhang Shengli grabbing Yang Xiaobao's arm and saying anxiously: "Brother Xiaobao, come with me quickly."
"Village chief, what happened?" Yang Xiaobao asked.
"Don't say so much now, you'll know when you get there!" Zhang Shengli said anxiously.
Yang Xiaobao sighed, turned around and said to Su Guihua: "Sister, I'll go take a look and I'll be back later."
"Xiaobao, be careful." Su Guihua said with concern from behind.
Yang Xiaobao nodded, rode his motorcycle, and followed Zhang Shengli toward Beihe Village.
Zhang Shengli led the way on a motorcycle and took him directly to the door of Zhijia.
Yang Xiaobao saw many people standing outside the yard, pointing at the yard and talking quietly about something.
There were no more cries in the yard, but instead there was a burst of noise and screams.
"Make way, make way!" Zhang Shengli said to everyone.
When the villagers saw Zhang Shengli coming back with Yang Xiaobao, they immediately moved out of the way.
"Brother Xiaobao, please go in and take a look."
Yang Xiaobao was a little puzzled when he saw that Zhang Shengli didn't even dare to go in.
But now is not the time to think too much about this. Now that we are here, we have to go in and take a look.
When he walked into the yard, he was stunned for a moment.
He saw a man standing in the middle of the courtyard.
This person is none other than the dead Zhixue.
Seeing Zhixue, Yang Xiaobao's first thought was, fake corpse!
This Zhixue is a liar!
Around the yard, there were a few brave young men with sticks and shovels in their hands, confronting Zhixue's body.
And on the ground, there was an old woman in her sixties lying.
There was a bloody hole in this wife's head, and blood was pouring out.
She closed her eyes tightly, not knowing whether she was dead or alive at this time.
Zhixue's wife and two children huddled in a corner, looking at Zhixue in horror.
Yang Xiaobao sighed and slowly walked towards Zhixue's body.
Zhixue's body turned around slowly and mechanically, his eyes still looking at Yang Xiaobao like a dead fish.
There was a gurgling sound in his throat.
Then, before Yang Xiaobao could take action, he took the lead and rushed towards Yang Xiaoba.
He was very fast and was in front of Yang Xiaobao in the blink of an eye, then stretched out his hand to grab Yang Xiaobao's neck.
Yang Xiaobao snorted, clenched his fist, and hit Zhixue's body directly.