Time is slow

   Chapter 419 Ghosts

  The youngest son of the old Wang family in the east of the village died.

  The youngest son of the old Wang family is idle, but he has a good appearance and is still very popular among a group of big girls and little daughters-in-law.

   Such a person actually died in the middle of the night, just ten feet away from his house.

  The villagers got up early, and the first person to find the body of the youngest son of the Wang family was the old Li Tou next door.

  Old Litou got up early in the morning to go to work in the field, but he didn't expect to see a person lying not far away, motionless. He walked over and saw that it was the youngest son of the Wang family. His face was dark blue and the corners of his mouth were bleeding. He had already died, and there were two fingerprints on his neck.

   "My God, it must have been the opening of the coffin and the autopsy two days ago that disturbed the Qiao family's grievances, and now those grievances have turned into evil spirits and come out to harm people!"

   "No way? Isn't there two fingerprints on the neck of the youngest son of the Old Wang family?"

"Those two fingerprints were left by evil ghosts! How can people have so much strength? Besides, nothing like this has happened in our Baiyun Village for so many years, why did the Qiao family in Xingzilin just open the coffin for an autopsy? If you pass it, you will die immediately? What is it that evil spirits harm people?"

"That's right. At that time, I persuaded the village chief to stop the officials and gentlemen from opening the coffin for autopsy. This man was buried in the soil, how could he be dug up again? This kind of thing, it really happened, right?"

  Qiao Zhao followed Shao Mingyuan and the others to the gate of Lao Wang's house, and heard the onlookers' voices sinking like water.

   When my grandfather was alive, he took good care of the people of Baiyun Village. Unexpectedly, the Qiao family became evil spirits in the eyes of the villagers.

   Seeing everyone coming, the village chief hurried up to meet them, and said with a bitter face: "Master Hou, come and have a look, the youngest son of the Wang family really looks like he was killed by an evil spirit."

   "Have you reported the case?" Shao Mingyuan asked in a deep voice.

  The village chief nodded again and again: "Reported, the county master left a few poor servants in the village, just looking for the case they reported."

In the past two days, the magistrate Wang came to Baiyun Village every day because of the Qiao family incident. He also left a few yamen to show his attention to the Qiao family fire case. But this happened.

   The village chief sighed at the thought of this.

   He should have insisted on stopping these people from opening the coffin.

   As expected, the deceased was alerted, and the leader of Baiyun Village was about to suffer.

   Shao Mingyuan glanced at the village chief lightly: "Village chief, before the matter is clarified, it is better to stop these discussions in the village."

   He said these words and walked into the courtyard of the Wang family. The body of the youngest son of the Wang family was parked under the tree in the courtyard, and the courtyard was full of crying.

   Several yamen officers saw Shao Mingyuan and others coming in and hurriedly greeted them: "Master Hou—"

   Shao Mingyuan nodded slightly and said to Qian Zuozuo, "Qian Zuozuo, please trouble you."

   "What are you doing?" Seeing Qian Zuozuo walking under the tree, a woman with disheveled hair rushed over and bumped into Qian Zuozuo.

   Chenguang quickly grabbed the money with his hands.

   "Old Wang's family, what are you doing?" asked the village chief.

   The disheveled woman continued to charge at Qian Zuozuo, the village chief stomped his feet and said, "Hurry up and stop her!"

  The woman was pulled by the people next to her, crying and scolding: "You are not allowed to touch me, I don't want me to die like Qiao's family!"

  Qiao Zhao's face turned pale, and he sneered: "Auntie doesn't want you to die without a corpse, but does he want him to die without his eyes?"

"What did you say?" The woman looked at Qiao Zhao suddenly, looking like a ghost, "Why don't you die? If it wasn't because you opened the coffin for an autopsy and released the ghost of the Qiao family, how could I have been killed by the evil ghost? Hey, village chief, these people will bring disaster to our village, my son has already been killed by an evil ghost, and I don't know who's turn will be next!"

   As soon as these words came out, the onlookers in the village looked horrified, and their eyes changed when they looked at Qiao Zhao and the others.

   "Brother Sandan is dead?" A fifteen or six-year-old girl suddenly rushed in from the crowd.

  The girl's skin is white and beautiful. Compared with ordinary village girls, she has a kind of beauty that stands out from the crowd.

   Hearing the girl's voice, Qiao Zhao's eyes tightened, and he couldn't help turning his head to look at Shao Mingyuan.

   The voice she had heard was the same voice she heard in the rockery cave last night.

   Shao Mingyuan nodded at Qiao Zhao faintly, apparently recognizing it.

   The two of them looked at each other, and they were a little embarrassed when they thought of the scene last night.

   "Sanni, why are you here?" the village chief asked in surprise.

   "Grandpa, Brother Sandan is really dead?" The girl went around the village chief and suddenly saw the bed board covered with white cloth under the tree in the courtyard.

  The village chief stomped his feet anxiously: "Sanni, what are you doing there? Come back quickly!"

  Shao Mingyuan and the others watched the girl's behavior with cold eyes. The other villagers didn't react for a while, so the girl rushed under the tree and stretched out the white cloth.

   A young man's face was exposed under the white cloth.

   Said to be a young man, but he was actually only a 16- or 17-year-old boy. The boy's originally beautiful face was contorted in pain, and the two purple-red fingerprints on his neck were particularly terrifying.

   The girl screamed, backed up again and again, accidentally bumped into someone, turned around and pulled the person up and asked, "How did Brother Sandan die? Tell me quickly, how did Brother Sandan die?"

   The second sister-in-law of the deceased boy was dragged by her. Because she was caught in pain by the girl, she curled her lips and said, "How did she die? It was said that she ran into a ghost while walking in the middle of the night, and was strangled by the evil ghost!"

   The blood on the girl's face faded, and she screamed, "Strangled by an evil ghost?"

  The head of the village is already big, and he said coldly: "Sanni, hurry up and go home!"

  The people in the village are not fools. If Sanni ran over like this, she would be killed by those talkative women.

  The dead three eggs are not good enough. He didn't look down on them before. Now that everyone is dead, he can't implicate his granddaughter.

   Sanni turned a deaf ear to the village chief's words, and slowly turned her head to look at the young man, her eyes fixed on the terrifying fingerprints on his neck.

   "Sanni, grandpa told you to go home, did you hear?" The village chief reached out and grabbed Sanni.

   Sanni jumped up suddenly, as if scalded by a soldering iron, and screamed, "Don't touch me! There are ghosts, there are ghosts—"

   "Sanni, what nonsense are you talking about?"

  Sanni's eyes were dull and she stepped back: "There are ghosts, there are ghosts, I was with Brother Sandan last night, we all saw it!"

   As soon as these words came out, it was like throwing a lit cannonball into the crowd, and the fire of gossip that people ignited immediately suppressed the panic of the dead.

   The village head snorted and shouted: "Damn girl, what nonsense!"

He raised his hand to hit Sanni, but Sanni jumped up, ran up to the dead boy, took his hand, and pulled him out: "Brother Sandan, run, there are ghosts chasing... woo woo woo, it's all you, I said don't go to the ghostly place like the Qiao family mansion, but if you go, it's all your fault, it's all your fault..."

  The third granddaughter of the village chief's family is crazy.

   Thirty-eighth more. For this update, I would like to thank shisan for the He Shibi who rewarded him in January.

   (end of this chapter)