Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 236 The Lonely Ending

   Xiaolan and Jasmine quietly waited for the sixth child to say something more scary, but the sixth child did not want to elaborate, and waved his hand and passed.

   "Since that's the case, let's go to the old lady Huoyu and ask." Xiaolan's eyes motioned to Jasmine, and the two hit it off.

  The sixth child quickly put down his trousers, rubbed his hands on the clothes twice, "I will lead the two masters."

   Jasmine glanced back at him, "Aren’t you scared of the old lady?"

   "There is no way," the sixth sighed lightly, "I will take the two of them and leave as soon as they arrive at her house. I won't go in."

  Following the sixth child, the three of them walked back to the village chief’s house.

Xiao Lan noticed that there was a dark low house next to the tall and spacious village chief’s compound. The house seemed to be piled up with rotten wood soaked in rain. There were holes in the house, and the roof was seventy. It's so overwhelming, there is no way to see anyone living in it.

  "Can people really live here?" Jasmine stood at the door of the small yard and looked inside.

   "Normal people are definitely not good," the sixth man murmured, "That's why we said she is a shaman... The two masters take your time, let me go."

  After finishing speaking, the old sixth turned around and ran away like a fleeing.

The two looked back at the yard again. A flower tree on the right side of the black house had withered and turned into dry branches. In front of the flower tree was a neatly placed farming tool. After the wind and rain, it is definitely not usable now. The yard The large vacant land in the center has been covered with emerald green weeds. If you don't say that there are people living here, anyone will think that this is just a deserted old house.

   Obviously it was slightly hot weather, and when entering the small courtyard, there was a slight chill, but the bodies of the two of them were suddenly caged.

   "Grandma Huoyu?" Xiaolan tried to shout first.

no respond.

  There was no sound in the cabin.

   "Squeak——"

  The wooden door is decayed, and the sound when it is opened is jerky and choppy.

  The indoor light was dim, and the dust was drifting around. Xiaolan lowered his head and coughed twice, and began to search for traces of living people in the house.

  The entrance is a small living room. Although it is narrow, things are placed in an orderly manner. It looks like a living room, especially when compared with the old house where I live. I instantly feel that the place I live is not like people live.

On the front is a small dark aisle, passing through this poorly transparent corridor, a wooden door appeared on the left and right sides, Xiaolan and Jasmine each opened one, the left side is the bedroom, and the right side is a wooden door. Fully equipped kitchen.

  In the bedroom, the bedding and pillows are neatly stacked on the head of the bed, covered with thick dust, and the original color of the fabric is no longer visible.

The kitchen is filled with the smell of food corruption. It is not very heavy, but it has a sense of existence. On the oval dining table, there are a few shrunken and blackened fruits. Time seems to have stopped here for a few years, until today. Turn it back on.

  The two looked at the quiet and empty kitchen and realized that something was wrong.

  Walking out of the kitchen, there is a wooden door at the end of the corridor. The upper part of the wooden door is inlaid with bamboo blinds. The blinds are open, and a faint light spills in through the blinds, illuminating a small area in the corridor.

   Xiaolan walked to the door lightly and looked inside the door through the blinds.

On the side of the door is a log terrace. Dark gray curtains descend from the roof to block the things on the terrace. The curtains move with the wind, and sunlight continuously shines into the terrace along the gaps of the curtains, and then enters through the blinds. gallery.

On the very edge of the terrace, there is a yellow wicker chair. The wind blows, and the wicker chair sways gently with the wind. When swaying towards them, you can vaguely see who is sitting on the front of the wicker chair. The silver hair quilt The wind is moving, peaceful and quiet.

   "This is Granny Huoyu." Xiaolan stared at the flashing figure on the wicker chair and said.

   "Aren't we going in?" Jasmine asked by grabbing the handle of the wooden door.

   Xiaolan stared at the back for a few seconds, thought about it, and nodded to indicate that Jasmine could open the door.

   "Crack—"

  The opened wooden door drove the dust, and the two closed their eyes and waved.

   "Grandma Huoyu?" Xiaolan whispered at the back on the rocking chair.

no response.

  The two approached.

  The silver hair was cleverly placed on the edge of the wicker chair, and Granny Huoyu's face tilted to one side.

   Xiaolan turned to the front of Huoyu.

  The coarse linen clothes have lost their color, the clothes are empty, the arms exposed in half of the sleeves have become withered, and under the silver hair, the old man's face has almost become a skeleton, and his eyes have become two dark holes.

  Jasmine pursed her mouth, frowning her brows in thought.

   "Mother-in-law Huoyu... has become a corpse."

  The lonely old man, in the vigilance and isolation of the whole village, in the day-to-day loneliness brought by the wind-rolled curtain, became a dry corpse.

  The ending of this very strong former village chief, this lonely "witch man", has come long ago.

  The two were silent for a while, and then went out to catch up with the sixth child who had not yet gone far. After telling him the news, a complicated expression appeared on his face.

  Shock, thinking, and a touch of relief.

   "The old lady Huoyu died too early?"

   Xiaolan nodded, "It must have been a long, long time to see the corpse."

  The first thing that Lao Liu thought of was not how Huoyu died, but that the murderer who killed the village chief seemed to be someone else.

  Xiaolan asked, "How old is Huoyu's mother-in-law and how is she in her body?"

   "It hasn't been a few years since she retired. She was in great health when she was still in office."

   "Nothing serious?"

   "No," the old Liuyi waved his hand, "so she was reluctant when she retired."

   "How could you die?" Xiaolan muttered and looked at Jasmine, who also questioned this.

"Master Qiuyuan is young, maybe I don’t know it," the sixth man smiled kindly. "Old man, even if you are not sick or disaster, you might go there suddenly. We are old people always have this time, right? , Master Fengmu."

   Talking and looking at Jasmine.

   Jasmine was taken aback, and pointed to herself, "Huh? Am I young?"

  The sixth child nodded with a hippie smile, "Master Fengmu has a young mentality. Looking at our farmers who are about the same age, they are already half buried in the soil."

  Xiaolan almost couldn't help but laugh, looked at Jasmine, and motioned her with her eyes to "pay attention to human settings."

  The clue on Huoyu's side was broken, Xiaolan and Jasmine could only follow the sixth child to the wife's house again, and asked her if she had any information about the murderer.

  The corpse of the village chief has been taken to the altar that is said to be the usual practice of the two. The wife is lying alone and half by the wooden bed in the east wing. Seeing the arrival of the three, she sits up lazily.

  When Xiaolan saw his wife taking a nap, the makeup on her face was not slack, and her hair was not messy. She sighed that this might be the self-cultivation of a beauty.

  "Is Madam's health better?" Xiaolan asked sincerely.

Madam    raised her eyes and glanced at Xiaolan hurriedly. After saying a faint "okay", she focused her gaze on Jasmine.

  "The two masters are ready for the ritual?"

   "The ritual is not in a hurry, I will talk about it tomorrow." Jasmine unceremoniously sat down on an armchair beside the bed, "Let's ask, do you have any opinion on who the murderer is?"

Madame    suddenly flashed a panic across her eyes.

  (End of this chapter)