"I didn't say anything, I just stared at Wang Binyan's head rigidly."
His eyes bulged, completely unresolved.
Tang Quan's doubts are the same as mine...
Because it's broad daylight, even if the ghost bites back, it won't bite King Bingnian.
He was perfectly fine in the ancestral hall earlier, but now he's just a pile of severed limbs...
Who did Wang Bingnian offend?
Who can be so extreme, so terrifying?
Out of the blue, a shadow of Yu Xiu popped into my mind.
However, I still daren't guess directly.
Taking a deep breath and holding it, I stepped into the house.
Glancing at the remains of Wang Bingnian scattered around the room, I didn't see anything special, and then I went into the slightly ajar room on the left.
Here, the bloodstench has faded quite a bit, replaced by a stronger incense smell.
The dirty bedhead was equipped with a small table.
On the table, there was a small coffin being worshipped.
The coffin was made of red pine wood, about 40 to 50 centimeters long.
Clean incense burner, still burning incense.
My pupils contracted.
Indeed, Wang Bingnian had been cultivating ghosts.
Vaguely, the incense was permeating the seams of the coffin, which meant that the ghost was eating incense inside.
However, the coffin itself didn't have any blood on it, indicating that it was not the one that bit back at Wang Bingnian.
He can't bite back during the daytime.
Besides the ghost possessed by the soil gas without skin, which has the characteristics of walking during the day, I have not seen any ghosts appear during midday at 3 o'clock, when the Yang Qi is at its strongest.
Through its presence, I can roughly determine some things.
Just like Han Xiaofei said, Wang Bingnian had been cultivating ghosts and had been messing around with Liu Widow.
Did he only do this to Liu Widow?
He truly had a deep obsession with Liu Widow, but Yu Xiu, she ruthlessly shattered his dignity as a man.
Could he let go of Yu Xiu?
Even though Han Xiaofei said that Yu Xiu's nature was good.
Even the most kind-hearted person would be driven to madness after being so "humiliated."
Moreover, Lao Qin Head has repeatedly said that Yu Xiu is very weird...
Settling down my thoughts, I took out a talisman and slapped it onto the small coffin made of red pine wood. I casually took out the coffin.
After leaving the house, I saw that Tang Quan had dragged Liu Widow outside, and Han Xiaofei was looking at me from the side.
I walked straight over.
Han Xiaofei's face was slightly uneasy, looking at the small coffin in my hand.
"Judging by the situation, it's the ghost inside this coffin that did some dishonorable things with Wang Bingnian."
"There's also a possibility that he had an evil intention towards Yu Xiu." I kept my tone steady.
Han Xiaofei: "...".
Her face pale slightly, she stamped her foot and angrily said:
"Damn!"
"But... Could it really be Yu Xiu? That would be too ruthless..." Han Xiaofei's tone and expression still showed some uneasiness.
"Other than her, I can't think of anyone else in the village who would do something like this." I replied.
"But... Mr. Qin only said she was weird... wouldn't it be too hasty to make such a conclusion?" Han Xiaofei asked, still showing some uncertainty.
"We should ask this ghost then. We can't wrongly accuse Yu Xiu." Han Xiaofei's gaze still fell on the small coffin.
"Let's ask it tonight. Until then, don't go to the end of the village."
I handed the small coffin to Han Xiaofei and thought for a moment before saying to Tang Quan, "Uncle Tang, you and Han Xiaofei take Liu Widow home first. Then you two wait for me at home. I need to deal with this place."
"What are you planning to do?" Han Xiaofei asked me in an awkward tone.
"I'm just tidying up Wang Bingnian. He's dead in too many pieces. If he becomes a ghost, he might just turn into a vengeful ghost. On this critical moment, we can't have any extra trouble." I explained.
"Oh..."
Han Xiaofei didn't say anything else.
After Han Xiaofei and Tang Quan left, I first went to Village Chief Jin Zhao's house.
I came straight to the point and told him about Wang Bingnian's practice of cultivating ghosts.
The village chief was so angry that he blew his mustache and widened his eyes. He changed his mind and said that Wang Bingnian this beast deserves to die miserably. Such things are not to be messed with. It should be divided into five parts!
I maintained a calm expression and told the village chief that Wang Bingnian was already dead, and it was even worse than being divided into five parts. At least he was divided into dozens of pieces.
My sentence directly scared him so much that he sat down in his chair and didn't make a sound for half an hour.
Before he could ask, I directly said that there has been some unrest in the village recently, and some strange things will happen. I asked him to advise the villagers not to randomly provoke others and not to go out at night, especially not to go to the back mountain.
Additionally, he needs to keep Wang Bingnian's matter under wraps, otherwise, if the police investigate, it will just bring a lot of trouble.
The village chief reacted and nodded repeatedly.
Then, he trembled and asked, "How is that showing nephew? Was Wang Bingnian bitten by a ghost? When can you catch the ghost?"
It's clear that the village chief couldn't think of the point that there are no ghosts to be seen during the day.
I couldn't explain too clearly, nor could I point the finger at Yu Xiu.
I simply told the village chief not to ask too much, and to find the coffin maker to bring over a black coffin, as well as a rooster and four strong men.
We need to bury Wang Bingnian before the sun sets, or he might become a vengeful ghost wandering around and seeking revenge.
The village chief nodded repeatedly, his eyes full of fear.
He followed me out of the door.
I went back to Wang Bingnian's house to deal with the body.
Using the tools I brought with me as a seamstress, I stitched Wang Bingnian's body parts together one by one.
To dispel the resentment on Wang Bingnian's body, I added a lot of cinnabar grains to the stitched wounds.
This took about two or three hours.
By the time I looked up, the sun was already setting.
Several people were standing at the gate of the courtyard.
The village chief, Jin Zhao, was standing in front, with four men behind him.
A black coffin was placed on the other side of the courtyard.
The five of them looked at me with both fear and curiosity.
I called them to bring the coffin inside, and they hurriedly carried it inside.
I noticed that the village chief had also brought a basket, from which he squeezed out a few chicken feathers.
Opening the coffin, I placed Wang Bingnian's body inside.
After being sewn up, I put him in a clean outfit. On the surface, he looked like a whole person, with a dignified and emotionless appearance.
After that, the details of the burial would be irrelevant.
Before the sun set, I buried Wang Bingnian at the foot of the front mountain outside the village, sacrificing a chicken, letting its blood flow, and pouring it over the grave.
After all this was done, the village chief and the other men quickly dispersed.
I hurriedly walked towards the direction of my home.
The night swallowed up the last bit of daylight, and at that moment when it got dark, the road was empty and desolate. The cold feeling sent a shiver down my spine instinctively.
In the past, I never thought that such strange things could happen in the old crooked village…
I still felt somewhat uncomfortable in my heart.
Moreover, after sewing the body for several hours, my clothes were dyed with bloodstains, which made me even more depressed.
Soon, I was almost at the door of my house.
But behind me, I could faintly hear the sound of footsteps.
I suddenly stopped in my tracks, about to turn around.
My elbow was suddenly grabbed by a hand, and a strong force pulled me to the right!
I lost my balance, and I was directly pulled down into the roadside ditch!
Under the village road, there are a mess of thorny bushes and some short trees, blocking the view.
The faint "hiss" sound entered my ears.
This exhale, as fragrant as orchids, carried a trace of warmth; the one pulling me was a living person.
It's a woman...
But the voice told me it definitely wasn't Han Xiaofei.
What woman in the village could pull me like this directly?
I turned my head and looked to my side, where I saw a woman's eyes were contracted tightly.
What I saw was a small round face with a slight squareness.
At first glance, she seemed ordinary, but upon closer inspection, she was quite pleasing to the eye.
The hollow expression, the hollow eyes, weren't they exactly the same as Yu Xiu!?
Cold sweat was oozing from my body inch by inch.
From the night pot at my waist, Old Gong poked out his head, tilting his head and licking the dry corners of his mouth, staring straight at Yu Xiu.
"Shh."
Yu Xiu lifted her long finger and put it to her lips, then breathed softly.
My eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and my eyelids couldn't help but jump uncontrollably.
I have always been afraid of Yu Xiu.
Although the death of Wang Bingnian doesn't have direct evidence, and my judgment was quite arbitrary, I believe that carefulness leads to a safe journey. My fear of her has deepened even more...
"You can't go home." Yu Xiu looked at me with empty eyes and suddenly said something.
"Hmm?" I was even more confused in my mind.
The next second, I noticed that Yu Xiu's gaze was directed towards my home.
I followed her gaze and looked in the direction of my home.
The scene that greeted my eyes sent shivers down my spine!
I don't know when, but a neatly arranged line of paper effigies had appeared in front of my courtyard gate.
Last night there was one, and today there are eight!
The original eight immortals who lifted the coffin, who directly coincide?
Yesterday, one of them was peeking at me, and I chased them to the coffin mountain where they disappeared...
Today, there are eight more!
Suddenly, I came up with a possible explanation...
Could it be that yesterday's was not a sneak peek, but a pretense of one, actually luring?
Luring me into the coffin mountain?
Thinking about this, cold sweat was almost seeping through my back.
But, why would Yu Xiu know there's a problem and come to stop me from going home?
If she had known there was a problem, why didn't she directly say it when I went to her house on my first day back, to look for Han Xiaofei?
For a moment, my heart was hanging by a thread, and the feeling of oppression from the thick pressure made me even more depressed.
I really wanted to have a sense of complacency.
But the experiences of these times tell me that with anything, one can't rely on luck.
"The sister is fine. You have something to do. You need to leave."
Yu Xiu's voice became even emptier.
I took a deep breath and my voice was slightly hoarse: "Why do you know?"
Yu Xiu was stunned for a second, shook her head, and muttered: "I don't know."
Me: "..."
At this moment, Old Gong rubbed his mouth and a thick "wish" appeared on his dry face.
"The lady's soul has become much smaller."
Last night, Old Gong was suppressed once and became somewhat dazed, but it seemed like he had recovered now.
For Old Gong's words, Yu Xiu seemed to have no reaction. She just looked down at him with empty eyes.
Instinctively, Yu Xiu reached out and used her four fingers to gently stroke Old Gong's face.
"Aiyo..." Old Gong rolled his eyes comfortably.
The next second, Old Gong suddenly turned his head and bit down hard on Yu Xiu's finger!
This scene caught me off guard.
However, Yu Xiu's reaction speed was too fast.
She instantly retracted her hand and gave him a slap on the face with her other hand.
There was a light snapping sound, followed by a muffled groan from Old Gong.
His head spun around, and he fell into the bushes behind with a thud...
Yu Xiu looked at the position where Old Gong was blown away with empty eyes, without showing any expression.
My face was much uglier than usual, Old Gong's nature was too bad, truly fulfilling Tang Quan's previous words, with a head left, not to change the nature.
But at this moment, Yu Xiu suddenly said in a low voice, "He's coming, let's go."
