Time is slow

   Chapter 388 Haunted House

  Shao Mingyuan seemed to have sensed it. He clenched her hand tightly, released it quietly, and asked the village chief with a calm expression, "Does the village chief know whether Tofu Xishi died before or after the fire at Qiao's house?"

"This—" The village chief shook his head, "Who can tell this clearly? Tofu Xishi has a son who is studying in a school in the town, and she usually lives alone. Everyone found out that she was dead after the fire at Qiao's house was put out. Yes, I don't know how long he has been dead."

   "How does Xishi tofu usually behave as a person?" Chi Can interjected and asked.

  The village chief glanced at Chi Can in surprise, and his expression changed slightly: "You mean that you suspect that Tofu Xi Shi was killed by someone?"

   "Isn't that possible?"

  The village chief shook his head again and again: "No way."

   He took the dry tobacco pouch from his hand and asked Shao Mingyuan and others, "Do you smoke?"

   Several people shook their heads.

The village chief lit the dry tobacco bag on his own, took a deep breath, and continued in a puff of smoke: "Xishi Tofu is a young widow and looks good, but he is a decent person. Although he has attracted some discussions because of his identity as a widow, he must It would be too much to say murder. Who is this kind of cruel hand from the villagers?"

   "But dying in a water tank is very strange—" Yang Houcheng couldn't help but said.

The village chief glanced at Yang Houcheng and smiled: "Actually, it's not surprising, the young masters are from big places. I'm afraid they have never seen the kind of water tank used by the villagers? The water tank is about half the height of a person. If the water in the tank is shallow and you bend over to scoop up the water, you may fall into it if you are not careful."

   "Just live there." Shao Mingyuan said.

  The village chief was taken aback.

  Dare to say that he spent so much saliva for nothing?

   "Master Hou, the little old man wants to remind you that since the death of Tofu Xishi, there have been vague rumors that there is a haunted place in the village." The village chief glanced at Qiao Zhao.

"It doesn't matter, we have so many big men, we are not afraid of those." Shao Mingyuan smiled, as if remembering something, "By the way, the village chief said that Tofu Xishi's son is studying in the town school, so does he usually come back to live? Let's go to his house. Is it inconvenient to live?"

The village chief knocked on his tobacco pouch on the edge of the table, shook his head and said, "I won't come back to live. That child was dragged up by his mother through hardships and hardships, and he has a deep relationship with his mother. After Tofu Xi Shi died like this, the child was too sad and fell ill. There is a gentleman surnamed Guo who is kind-hearted and talented, so he took him to live in his own house."

   Shao Mingyuan asked Tofu Xishi's son's name again.

   "It's called Shanzi. If a few distinguished guests want to live there, there is no need to tell him that if they leave some money before leaving, they will even help the child." The village chief sighed.

   "It's nature."

   Shao Mingyuan and the others declined the village chief's stay, and asked the village chief to lead them to their residence first.

   The group walked to the end of the village, and as expected, they saw a solitary house, with no houses next to each other.

   Under the leadership of the village chief, everyone entered the door, and many villagers who followed behind to watch the excitement whispered.

   "Dofu Xishi's family lives here? Not long ago, Erwazi heard ghost cries coming from her house while walking at night, aren't these people afraid?"

   "What are people afraid of? Have you heard that the tall, handsome young man walking at the front is the eldest uncle of the Qiao family."

   "Uncle Qiao? Never seen it before?"

   "Of course you haven't seen him before, he is the General Beizheng, a dignified champion!"

   "Ah, I didn't remember it for a while. That's the champion. I didn't expect that he also has two eyes and one mouth, and he looks quite gentle."

   "The Sbiswen family is also a big man who beat the Tartars into ruins. No wonder they are not afraid of ghosts. Ghosts are not as scary as Tartars."

  The villagers' comments did not affect Shao Mingyuan and others in the slightest, but the dilapidated yard of Tofu Xishi made it impossible to stop.

   "This really needs to be cleaned up." Yang Houcheng looked around and sighed.

   He was the leader of the team this time, and was busy directing his men to clean up the house, but was stopped by Shao Mingyuan.

   "Chongshan, let them buy supplies for living first, and we'll talk about cleaning the house later."

   "Uh, good."

   "The village chief, did Tofu Xishi die in that water tank?" Shao Mingyuan asked the village chief sideways.

   "Yes, that is the water tank."

   "Did anyone move the water tank later?"

   "Who moves, how unlucky!"

  Shao Mingyuan smiled: "Today I have troubled the village chief, you go back first, it's a mess here, wait for us to clean up, and then invite you to drink."

   "Okay, if you have something to do, the old man will leave first."

   This kind of haunted house, if it weren't for the champions here, he wouldn't even want to approach it.

   After the village chief left, Shao Mingyuan raised his feet and walked towards the water tank placed in the corner.

  Qiao Zhao silently followed after seeing this.

   Chi Can glanced at the two of them, looked away, and said to Yang Houcheng, "There's not even a place to put your feet here, let's go out and breathe."

  Yang Houcheng nodded hurriedly: "Alright."

   Although Shi Xi looked at it and put it down, but seeing the girl she once liked and her friend marrying each other, she must be unhappy.

   Shao Mingyuan walked to the water tank, measured the height of the water tank, turned his head to Qiao Zhao and said, "Zhao Zhao, you need to dodge back."

  Qiao Zhao shook his head: "I don't mind."

  Shao Mingyuan thought for a while, but without persuading him, he reached out and lifted the lid covering the water tank.

   An indescribable smell came to me.

   Qian Yuzuo, who was quite interested in the water tank, sniffed, nodded and said, "Well, it's the smell of corpses."

   Looking at his expression of enjoyment, Shao Mingyuan and Qiao Zhao looked at each other, quite speechless.

   After the smell dissipated, Shao Mingyuan lowered his head and probed into the water tank.

  There is no water in the tank for a long time, and even the moss that once covered the tank wall has turned gray due to long-term drying. There are some cracks at the bottom of the cylinder, and there is a clear dividing line two feet above the cylinder bottom.

  Shao Mingyuan put his hand in and scratched **** the tank wall with his fingernail, leaving a shallow mark on the tank wall.

   Shao Mingyuan stared at the trace, his eyes deepening.

  Qiao Zhao took a step forward and tiptoed into the water tank.

   Being short is so inconvenient.

   Shao Mingyuan dragged her back directly.

  Qiao Zhao looked up at him.

  Shao Mingyuan said softly: "You can ask me anything you want to see. The water tank is so tall and you are short, so you tiptoe to look inside, what if you fall down?"

   Miss Qiao's face darkened.

   He actually said in front of her that she was short?

   Could it be that he only learned the tricks of the disciples' hands on girls without a teacher, but didn't understand the skills of sweet talk?

   Seeing his beloved girl's expression tense, the young general had a flash of inspiration and asked in a low voice, "Would you like me to hold you and watch?"

  Qiao Zhao quickly glanced at Qian Yanzuo not far away, and said with a cold face, "Tell me, what's at the bottom of the water tank?"

   The bottom of the water tank was pitch black, and she was so short that she couldn't see clearly.

   "There is nothing, so I think Tofu Xi Shi's death should not be an accident."

   Seventh more.

   (end of this chapter)