Niu Naojie Village, Dashi Township, C County, finally arrived. We didn't bother to scold Huang Paopuo and headed straight to the farmer's uncle's house. Hengqi asked the farmer as he walked: "What kind of person is your uncle? Is he full of children and grandchildren?"

The farmer shook his head and said, "Where? Like my uncle, he is an old widower, with no children."

"It's really miserable - is there anything outstanding about him? For example, like your uncle, you will 'kill people'?" Xie Ke also asked.

"No. 'Shooting people to death' is not something that anyone can do." The farmer continued to shake his head and said.

The farmer's words have caused us to recall a past three years ago. Three years ago, the farmer's uncle unfortunately passed away. All of our task force members attended his funeral and held a grand funeral for him. However, a horrifying thing happened during the funeral. Although that incident was a thing of the past, it still makes people feel scared when they think about it. I hope that such a thing will not happen again this time.

However, due to the difficult journey, our group of people were in a bad mood.

"Bang--" A gong suddenly sounded from the hillside. All of us were shocked and looked up at the hillside. I saw a lonely wooden house on the hillside. The walls of the house were made of fir boards one by one, and the roof was covered with black curved thin tiles with green moss. These thin tiles were fired from a very simple earth kiln. The quality was poor and very easy to break. People living in such a house must not be rich.

The sound of the gong came from the house. From a distance, you can see a villager pounding a broken gong. This sound of the gong was a bit like the death-seeking gong when killing prisoners on the execution ground in ancient times. It was very frustrating and also shocking. Each of us felt an ominous feeling in our hearts, and we also determined that it was the house of the farmer's uncle.

"Bang--" The sound of the mourning gong sounded slowly and long, which made our hearts numb. The farmers also had a sad look on their faces, as if they wanted to cry, but they were not able to cry yet. When we saw him like this, our hearts were filled with a deep pain.

When we finally walked to the house, the sound of the mourning gong stopped abruptly, and two or three villagers walked towards us, one of whom was the gong-beating gong.

The gong-beatinger glanced at the farmer and said, "Anon, you came just right, and you will leave your cousin's affairs to you. These people are..." His eyes looked at us.

The farmer pointed at us and said, "They are all my friends, and they are here to help with the funeral."

"Cough..." The man coughed, his face a little gloomy, "Anon, I advise you to be simpler. Find two pieces of cedar nails and burn your cousin's uncle. It's better not to have any funerals."

"Village Chief, what are you talking about? Others are human beings, but my cousin is not human beings? Why can't we hold a funeral for him?" The farmer suddenly said a little excited.

"Farmer, please say something, don't be hysterical!" The shrimp skin hurried forward to persuade. The farmer almost staggered the shrimp skin.

Heng Qi hurriedly held him from behind and smiled and said, "Shrimp skin, don't persuade others if you say something lightly."

"Anong, listen to the village chief, it's better to be simple. It means you can get the church. Don't do a big show." Another villager also stepped forward and persuaded.

"I don't want the village to pay money and people. My friends can help my cousin's funeral! Is this right?" The farmer's eyes were as wide as a cow, and his voice was like a male cow!

"It's not that the village cannot afford money and people, this is really a reason for love - you have to listen to the advice of the younger generation, don't be as stubborn as a cow!" The village chief continued to say unevenly.

"Village Chief, what is the reason? Why can't I hold a funeral for the elderly?" I couldn't help but interrupt.

The village chief rolled his eyes and looked at me, "This is..."

"This is our Captain Yang. You should be more polite to him!" the farmer snorted coldly.

The village chief smiled bitterly and said, "You seem to be the one who speaks to us for the time being, right?" He then looked at me and shook hands with me, "It turns out that it is Captain Yang, I am lucky, I am lucky. That's right, his cousin died a bit unlucky. According to the village rules, he can only be buried simply to avoid his body being exposed to the sky for a long time, and he cannot hold a big funeral for him. If he stops his soul for too long, he may only have something unpredictable to human power..."

The village chief's words seemed to be full of mystery, but they were also confused.

"Yes. According to the village's intention, he was originally going to be poured with tung oil and cremated on the spot, but in order to take care of Annong's mood, he still asked him to bury his cousin himself." Another villager also interjected.

"Only those who died suddenly and those who were killed by evil spirits and evil spirits cannot hold funerals for him, and simply buried or cremated. Is this the case for my cousin the same?" The farmer seemed to think of something and quickly stared at the village chief vigilantly.

The village chief showed a faint smile: "Nephew, you are right to the point." After the village chief said that, he led the two or three villagers to leave the house.

"What? Is your cousin dead suddenly or was killed by a ghost?" Hengqi, Xie Ke, Liu Yong and others all stood up one by one.

"There is indeed a heavy yin energy here. It seems that what the village chief said is not bad." The old god looked at the surrounding environment, nodded and sighed.

"Where is my cousin?" The farmer was stunned for a moment, and suddenly shouted at the village chief and others who had already left.

"In the drying glutinous rice dumplings over there, you guys bury him and carry him to the back mountain to bury him. Don't do any more funerals!" The village chief's words came from afar with the wind.

"Where is the shingle steak?" I looked at the farmer and said.

The farmer pointed to the open space on the right side of the house: "On there."

We hurriedly walked towards the open space on the right side of the house - after walking six or seven meters, turning the corner of the house, and then we arrived at the shagyuping.

The so-called sanitary stalk has an area of ​​about ten square meters, with a cliff inside, and an earth slope with an elevation angle of more than 60 degrees on the outside. There are some miscellaneous trees such as bamboo trees and chestnut trees growing on the earth slope. More than ten meters below the earth slope is the stone road we came up. Walk further away, you can reach the entrance of the village.

There are two strip benches in the shagyu stadium, and a door panel is placed on the bench. A shabby straw mat is spread out on the door panel, and a cold body is lying on the straw mat, and a dazzling red cloth is covered with a corpse!

"Red cloth is an evil spirit. If a person dies, he only covers white cloth. It seems that it is really evil!" Long Yunpeng exclaimed.

"Old God, is this really the case?" Xie Ke looked at the old God uneasy and asked.

The old god nodded and said, "There is such a saying."

"Ah? Then we seem to be in trouble!" Traitor Chen also interrupted.

"I think you are completely trapped in the quagmire of feudal superstition and idealism!" A voice suddenly said in anger.

We were all surprised and hurriedly looked at the shrimp skin together. Because in the past, such high-sounding words often came from the mouth of the shrimp skin.

Unexpectedly, shrimp skin looked at us for no reason and said, "What are you all watching me for? Not what I said!"

"It's Huang Paopao!" Zhu Feng practiced.

"Hitaopao, why did you tell the words of shrimp skin? Do you want to take the lead?" Heng Qi cursed with a smile.

"Okay, don't just make some boring jokes! Let's take a look at the situation of the deceased." Xia Pi frowned and walked to the door panel, intending to lift the red cloth to see the situation of the deceased. However, when his hand touched the red cloth, it shrank back like lightning. At the same time, he smiled at me a little embarrassedly, "Kess, it's better to suppress evil, you can expose it."

I smiled and stepped forward to uncover the red cloth...

"Oh—" A scream suddenly sounded in my ears. I also took a breath, tried to calm my mind and looked at the dead under the red cloth.

Although I was mentally prepared, when I saw the situation of the deceased, I still took a breath and almost stayed there.

The limbs of the deceased were completely twisted into a ball, like wrinkled twists. The expression on his face was also extremely terrifying, as if he had experienced some extreme pain. His eyes were staring at a certain place in the air, his mouth was the first to be the boss, and his white teeth and bones were completely misplaced. That was the expression that was made in extreme pain.

The deceased already had many corpses on his body, but the shrinkage was not too serious. It seemed that he had not been dead for a long time, no more than thirty hours at most.

The deceased had no blood or any scars on his body, and it seemed that he was not killed by external forces.

"Uh, uh..." Apart from me, the shrimp skin and the girls had already vomited.

I asked the girls and timid people to go to the entrance of the village to breathe fresh air, leaving only Hengqi, farmers, Lao Shen and other people with greater concentration. But if the shrimp peel had to persist, I had to let him stay. At the same time, Fu Ying and Yang Liu had to stay by my side, and they couldn't drive them away, so I had to let them stay.

"How is your cousin's health? How old is he?" I gently covered the red cloth and looked at the farmer.

"My cousin is only seventy years old. He has always been in good health and has never had any illness. When the village chief informed me of my cousin's death, he did not say that he died of illness." The farmer replied.

"Then was he murdered?" Heng Qi asked.

"Who is sick? Come and murder him, an old man who is indifferent to the world, poor, honest and honest, and lives in the deep mountains?" The farmer said a little excitedly.

"Judged from the situation of his death, this is indeed an abnormal death. However, the cause of death is not clear." I looked at everyone and said.
Chapter completed!