Li Wenfeng couldn't help but feel a flash of disappointment in his eyes when he saw his son's cowardice, but after all, Li Donghai was his only son, so he could only nod helplessly.
And I couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
If the soul-calling method is used, all the events will be restored through the dictation of Li Wenlei's soul. If this matter is really related to Li Sigou, then Li Sigou's matter will not be far from being exposed.
And once things are exposed, I will really die here.
Huzi killed someone for this matter. Although he didn't say it, I knew that he was carrying a lot in his heart.
That’s a human life!
This kind of thing is not as simple as imagined. Huzi killed someone, and he carried a heavy burden and cause and effect. I can't let him sacrifice so much in vain.
And the reason why I brought this up like this is to dispel Li Wenfeng's wariness. After all, I am a person who only eats a lot of food.
So I deliberately chose the timid Li Donghai. In fact, just as I expected, he was timid.
I looked at Ah Dao next to me and said, "Cut it open!"
Ah Dao nodded, took a deep breath, took the knife and walked to the corpse.
"Mr. Li, I'm sorry!"
Ah Dao gritted his teeth and started to cut. I turned my head and didn't look at it. As a person with trypophobia, I really didn't want to take another look.
But in my heart, I secretly admire that Li Wenfeng has such capable generals around him. To think that Li Wenfeng can build such a great empire, Ah Dao must have made great contributions.
Just as Ah Dao was doing it, the fat man came out of the villa. Seeing me in the garage, he walked straight over and saw Ah Dao dissecting Li Wenlei's body.
"Oh shit!"
The fat man screamed and his eyes widened.
He was obviously frightened by the scene in front of him. After looking at it twice, he trembled all over and quickly looked away.
"What, what's going on?" The fat man quickly came to my side and asked.
I briefly told him about it, and the fat man was as reluctant to look at it as I was. Then he lowered his voice and said, "There are many people in the room. We are in trouble this time."
My heart trembled, and I nodded my head pretending to be nonchalant. In fact, I had guessed it a long time ago.
"What should I do?" the fat man asked softly.
"When soldiers come, we will block it; when water comes, earth will cover us." I can only say this.
Fortunately, no one heard the conversation between the two of us, because everyone's attention was focused on Ah Dao.
After a squeaking sound of cutting, A's knife suddenly rang out, full of surprise.
"Why don't you have a heart?"
Everyone looked over at the same time, even me. I resisted the urge to vomit and focused my gaze on my heart.
Li Wenlei's chest was cut with a knife several inches long. Through the incision, one could see that the internal organs inside the body were all shriveled, without a trace of blood or moisture.
The most important thing is that his heart is missing.
Li Wenfeng was also pushed over in a wheelchair. He didn't know where he got the strength from, and stood up with a squeak. When he saw Li Wenlei's condition clearly, his whole face suddenly turned ashen.
"How could this happen? Where is the heart? Where is the third child's heart?"
He grabbed my collar fiercely and looked at me with red eyes.
"Tell me, what's going on?"
"Uncle Li, calm down." I said.
Li Wenfeng took a deep breath and then let go of his hands.
He also smoothed the clothes on my chest for me, and his tone suddenly became calm again.
This forbearance frightened me.
"Did you see it? What's going on?" He asked again in a lower tone.
I said nothing, endured the discomfort, and observed carefully.
Weird, so weird!
There are no wounds on the body, but the heart of the deceased is missing. How to explain this?
"Turn over and look!" I said.
Ah Dao nodded and turned the body over with force.
Unexpectedly, there was no damage at all on Li Wenlei's back, not to mention any wounds, not even the weird holes.
I had no choice but to ask Ah Dao to readjust the body again, and everything seemed to be at an impasse.
There seems to be no similar record in my Zhang family's notes.
"Zhang Jiuyang, can you do it?" Li Donghai shouted angrily.
"Shut up!" I interrupted him upset.
Not being able to see the truth made me feel a little frustrated. More importantly, it was beyond my expectation and things might become troublesome.
Li Donghai was annoyed, "You really want to die, how dare you talk to me like this."
"Shut up!" Li Wenfeng glared at Li Donghai fiercely, and the guy immediately withered.
"Eldest nephew, can you really not see it?" Li Wenfeng frowned, his face looking as ugly as possible.
I glanced at him, took out the umbrella from my backpack, and said to the person holding the remote control: "Close the door."
The man was stunned for a moment and looked at Li Wenfeng. Li Wenfeng nodded, and the garage door was slowly closed.
Suddenly, the garage fell into darkness, with no light at all.
I turned on the flashlight and there was some light.
"Zhang Jiuyang, what are you doing?" Li Donghai's voice was full of timidity.
"Are you scared?" I sneered, "Will your third uncle still harm you?"
Li Donghai stopped talking, but I was not ready to let him go. I turned on the flashlight and illuminated him, and he quickly closed his eyes.
"Come and help!" I said.
"What are you doing?" Li Donghai came over reluctantly.
"Blow the incense!"
"What is blowing incense?" Li Donghai was confused.
I didn't bother to explain to him that I was just doing this to prevent things from happening. After all, I just saw the white cloth move. Although I don't know if it was because of my eyesight or the wind, I still couldn't let down my guard.
I lit a stick of incense, looked at Li Donghai and said, "Put the incense between your third uncle's eyebrows, call him three times, and then blow the smoke into your third uncle's nose from above your head."
Li Donghai let out a cry immediately, obviously taken aback.
"Why me? Can they do it?"
"Either you blow it or your father blows it. The other person is useless. I do this for everyone's safety and to ensure that the body has not changed. The one who blows the incense must be the relative of the deceased, because the relatives are connected with each other. You can't let Uncle Li come.
Blow it."
Li Donghai glanced at his father, and could only accept the incense angrily, and then followed my request, pinched it with his fingers together, and placed it on Li Wenlei's head.
"Blow! Gently, don't use force." I explained.
Li Donghai's breathing was obviously a little rapid, and he reluctantly bent down slowly.