Master of Fist

I saw that my cousin Jiang Wenyue was still wearing pajamas, but the clothes seemed to be wet and then dry, dry and wet, not only the waist and abdomen had almost turned into a solid white board. Moreover, a certain position was covered with coagulated blood clots.

Terrible.

The closer you get to the bed, the stronger the smell of heather.

Jiang Heng had no choice but to squeeze his nose and move closer, he only stopped three or four meters away, and looked at his cousin's appearance from a distance.

At this time, Jiang Wenyue no longer had the elegant appearance he saw a few days ago, his whole face was sunken, not only that, the whole person seemed to have lost dozens of catties, and his overall appearance was skinny, with sunken eyeballs, but vaguely There is still a smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he is enjoying the ultimate enjoyment.

"It's not a loss for my cousin to die!"

Jiang Heng secretly slandered, and at the same time covered his nose and quickly exited the room.

The situation here is unknown, and no one can guarantee whether the ghost thing is still there.

Coming outside, Jiang Heng let out a long sigh of relief.

This is so uncomfortable, it's pungent and even a little eye-catching. I have to say that my cousin's combat effectiveness is still very strong.

It's not a loss to die!

Not long after, I vaguely heard the sound of messy footsteps outside. The first one to come over was the uncle who was running all the way.

He rushed directly into the house, and it didn't take long before he heard the heart-piercing cry of his uncle.

The cousin was originally the uncle's only son, and now that he is dead, one can imagine how he feels.

Seeing this, Jiang Heng sighed slightly, he could only say that his cousin died much more comfortably than his cheaper elder brother.

After a while, the small courtyard became overcrowded, and the whole family hurried over.

The situation is almost exactly the same as a few days ago.

This time the situation was still very strange, the head of the family, Jiang Erhai, ordered everyone not to touch the corpse, and at the same time began to arrange funerals at home.

There was nothing wrong with Jiang Heng here, he stood for a while, comforted his uncle, and then returned to his small courtyard.

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At night, the moonlight shines like a flower, and the silence is incomparable.

At midnight, Jiang Heng came to the hall that had been temporarily arranged as a mourning hall, and now it was his turn to watch the night.

Originally wanted to have a direct spark, but the uncle refused to say anything. In the end, the head of the family, Jiang Erhai, had no choice but to agree to keep the spirit overnight and prepare for cremation early the next morning. So no matter how unwilling the uncle was, he had no choice but to agree.

There were already a lot fewer people in the mourning hall than during the day, except for the uncle, there were only a few servants who took turns on duty here.

Although there is moonlight, it is still a little dark outside tonight, and it feels very strange to be quiet.

A few servants were sitting outside the yard drinking, and their mouths were full of oil with appetizers such as elbows, cold dishes, and roast duck, but when they saw Jiang Heng approaching, they quickly hid him behind him with embarrassment.

Jiang Heng didn't blame these servants, after all, it was a bit cold in the middle of the night, and drinks could keep him warm, besides, there was no need to worry about these small things now.

"Uncle!"

"Brother Heng is here, sit down!" the uncle said with dull eyes.

"Uncle, my condolences are changing, my cousin died strangely, we will definitely find the murderer!"

"The murderer? Hehe...so what if we find it?" The uncle smiled wryly.

Jiang Heng was also silent. There was indeed no solution to this matter, and he didn't know how terrifying and evil these ghosts were. In short, it shouldn't be something he can deal with now. Even if I told my uncle what happened that night, maybe I was not helping my uncle but hurting him!

The night became more and more intense.

Gradually came the ugly time.

The moonlight outside had been shrouded by dark clouds, and the outside of the small courtyard was completely plunged into darkness. At this time, the chill had become more intense, colder than usual, as if it was biting cold.

But at this moment, those few who drank secretly were a little too drunk, and felt that their urine bladders seemed to be about to explode.

I can't hold it anymore.

One of the servants named Li San couldn't bear the horse urine.

He felt that his little egg had shrunk back, probably if he didn't release this stream of urine, his little egg would burst inside.

In fact, it wasn't just him who wanted to urinate alone, but the other servant who secretly drank with him also felt swollen.

It's just that no one dares to go alone to relieve each other. Recently, the house is not peaceful, so everyone dare not go out at night without companions. But no one dared to open the mouth first, after all, they were all elders, and no one dared to admit that they dared not go to urinate alone.

So the two of them were in such a stalemate, and there were two servants beside them who felt a little bit, but they did continue chatting without changing their faces.

Just like that, time passed little by little, about half an hour later.

Li San felt that he couldn't bear it any longer. If he continued, he would definitely pee his pants, and it would not be a simple matter of laughing at that time.

"Brothers, you...you...any of you want to pee? Do you want to go together?"

"I... I happen to want to go too."

Perhaps it was because they had endured it for a long time, and the other person also said hastily, but it was because he had endured it for too long that his words trembled a little.

The other two who were chatting at first glanced at Li San gratefully upon hearing this, and the two followed suit.

Don't look down on anyone at this moment.

"Are you going too? But if we all leave, here..." Li San frowned.

"It's okay, there are still a few brothers inside, let's go for a while, the young master and the uncle won't know!" Someone whispered.

Everyone nodded repeatedly. The group of people just slipped into the darkness lightly.

Jiang Heng knelt and sat in the mourning hall, his ears moved slightly, and he frowned. After stepping into the realm of high-quality products, the hearing ability has also been greatly improved, so I listened carefully to the actions of these people.

"These old bastards!"

I cursed in my heart, but it was hard to walk away, so I had to temporarily pretend that nothing happened.

Uncle doesn't seem to have stepped into the first-grade strength refining realm. Jiang Heng has the feeling of sitting here for a long time. Although the blood is relatively strong, it is more than a star and a half lower than the strength refining realm, and he has already passed his prime, and his body has begun to decline. , Qi and blood give people a dull feeling.

It's just that after about half an hour, Jiang Heng found out in astonishment that those old jerks never came back?

"Could it just be lazy and go back to sleep?"

But at this moment...

"Crunch!"

In the originally extremely silent mourning hall, at the other end of the coffin that Jiang Heng and the others couldn't see, there seemed to be a sound like fingernail scratching, and because it was scratching, the sound was particularly ear-piercing.

"what sound?!"

The one who spoke was one of the servants waiting in the mourning hall. There were four servants waiting in the mourning hall. At this moment, his face, which was already bloodless from the cold, was extremely pale.