"But if it hits the corpse inside, someone might die again."
Yang Xiaobao pondered for a moment and said to Zhang Shengli: "Let's do this. You take the villagers away and I will open the sarcophagus myself. If I really hit the corpse inside as you said, they will only cause trouble for me."
"This is the best." Zhang Shengli said immediately.
He wished that someone would take responsibility, so that the villagers would not blame him for the death.
The old man named Fugui also wanted to stop Yang Xiaobao, but was forcibly helped away by Zhang Shengli.
The villagers did not want to implicate themselves, so they followed Zhang Shengli and left the scene.
However, they walked dozens of meters away and stopped again.
They all wanted to see what would be in the coffin opened by Yang Xiaobao.
Yang Xiaobao returned to school and found a room where tools were stacked.
These were probably the tools that were put here when building the pig farm, so Yang Xiaobao found the iron pick he wanted to use very smoothly.
He picked up a pickaxe and began to pry the stones off the sarcophagus.
Although the sarcophagus was built relatively solidly, Yang Xiaobao quickly pried open the stones covering the sarcophagus.
Yang Xiaobao took a deep breath and slowly pushed away the stone with a pickaxe.
A very unpleasant smell rushed towards me.
Yang Xiaobao saw a strong yin energy coming out of the sarcophagus.
This strong yin energy rushed towards Yang Xiaobao.
Yang Xiaobao immediately took out the Lingxiao Mirror from his pocket.
The strong Yin Qi was twisting in the air, seeming to be in great pain and struggle.
But in the end he was sucked into the Lingxiao Mirror.
When Yang Xiaobao saw that the Yin Qi was sucked into the Lingxiao Mirror, he immediately turned the mirror over.
The Yin Qi slowly turned into a human form, struggled inside for a while, and then was dissolved without leaving any trace.
Yang Xiaobao took a deep breath.
If the guess is correct, the ghosts attached to the bodies of Zhixue and Li Fang should be this Yin Qi.
After getting rid of the ghost, Yang Xiaobao stood by the pit and looked down at the inside of the sarcophagus.
Seeing the scene inside, Yang Xiaobao was stunned.
There is indeed a python inside the sarcophagus.
It's just that my stomach is turned upside down and it's dead.
He probably died from excessive blood loss due to Yang Xiaobao's attack.
There was a lot of blood underneath the coffin.
Yang Xiaobao threw away the pickaxe, grabbed the python with both hands, and pulled it out of the sarcophagus.
Although this python is huge, it is not too heavy.
Yang Xiaobao didn't understand why more than a dozen young men couldn't lift it up.
This is really a bit incredible.
Yang Xiaobao pulled out the python and threw it aside, causing the villagers who were watching from a distance to chatter.
He looked at the sarcophagus again and found a set of bones inside.
The clothes on the bones were completely rotten and the color could not be clearly seen.
But there was one thing that caught Yang Xiaobao's attention.
That is, next to the bones, there is a rusty and corroded gun.
Judging from the length of the gun body and the shape of the butt, it should be a rifle.
What is the origin of this person buried in the sarcophagus?
Yang Xiaobao felt very curious.
He did not touch the contents of the coffin, but walked toward Zhang Shengli and the villagers.
"Brother Xiaobao, how are you? Is everything okay?"
"What do you think will happen?" Yang Xiaobao asked, "Let me ask you, are there any soldiers in our village before?"
"Soldier? I don't think so. What's wrong?"
Yang Xiaobao sighed and told Zhang Shengli about the scene in the sarcophagus.
After listening to Yang Xiaobao's story, the villagers looked at each other in confusion, not knowing what was going on.
At this moment, the old man named Fugui suddenly said: "I remembered!"
When everyone heard Fugui's words, they immediately looked at the old man Fugui.
The rich old man said: "I remember. I remember that when I was a child, there was a war near our village."
"War?" Zhang Shengli asked immediately, "Uncle Fugui, what kind of war is it?"
The wealthy old man squinted his eyes, as if recalling the past.
"I was born in the 1930s. When I was a child, I fought against the Japanese invasion."
"Then you mean that the war that happened near our village was with the Japanese?"
"Probably, I was too young at that time and don't remember clearly. I only remember that people in our village hid in the mountains to avoid the war. Later, we came down from the mountains when we couldn't hear the gunshots."
"Then, do you still remember who died?"
"There was nothing, not a body was seen. If it weren't for the gunshots, no one would have thought there was a war here."
Hearing the rich old man's words, Yang Xiaobao frowned.
"If this kind of gun battle occurs, many people will die, but no bodies are seen. What's going on?"
Zhang Shengli’s problem is also everyone’s problem.
But no one can answer, not even the rich old man.
After all, he was less than ten years old at that time, and it had been such a long time that he couldn't remember it clearly.
Yang Xiaobao sighed and said, "Okay, if that's the case, then call the relevant departments and ask them to investigate and find out who is buried in the sarcophagus."
"I'm making a call now." Zhang Shengli said and took out his mobile phone.
"Then, what should we do with the python?" asked a villager.
"I'll contact you and see how to handle it," Zhang Shengli said.
At this time, the rich old man turned to look at Yang Xiaobao and asked: "Young man, can the hole under the big locust tree be buried?"
"Okay." Yang Xiaobao said, "This big locust tree can't be dug anyway."
The rich old man directed the young people in the village to fill the hole under the big locust tree with shovels.
At this time, Zhang Shengli also came back from the phone call.
"Brother Xiaobao, I called. The police will come with the archaeologists later."
Yang Xiaobao nodded.
Seeing that the sun was setting and he had nothing to do here, he left the scene.
Zhixue was finally buried successfully before the sun set.
The people in the village saw that the python was dead and dug out a sarcophagus. There should be nothing else going on.
So everyone gradually felt relieved.
Zhixue's wife, with her two children, was extremely grateful to Yang Xiaobao.
Yang Xiaobao said a few polite words, shied away from the money they gave him, and rode his motorcycle back to Stone Village.
That night, after dinner, Su Guihua directly pulled Yang Xiaobao into her bedroom.
Yang Xiaobao felt happy, thinking that Su Guihua would take the initiative to do that kind of thing with him.
Unexpectedly, Su Guihua asked Yang Xiaobao to tell her what happened in Beihe Village today.
Yang Xiaobao told Su Guihua what happened today.
Su Guihua was very nervous the whole time and kept holding Yang Xiaobao's hand tightly.