Two Hundred Dollars, Let Your Funeral Have A Mysterious Past

Chapter 42: Is he just an ordinary person? ! That's it?

"Then, after Anping returned to the village, did anything strange happen in the village? Or anything that is difficult to explain scientifically?" Wang Hai did not give up and continued to ask.

The woman frowned and stared at the two of them: "What exactly do you want to ask?"

The middle-aged man on the side stepped forward and smoothed things over: "No, our village has always been quite peaceful. There has been nothing weird before Mr. Shunzi came back or after he came back."

"I heard it too. Do you just want to know if there is anything unusual about Mr. Shunzi?" the middle-aged man asked.

Wang Hai and Zhao Haizhu nodded heavily.

The middle-aged man shook his head: "This is true. There is no need for us to lie to you. If you have heard that Mr. Shunzi knows Taoism and will do things for others, and you come here because of his reputation, please come back."

"this……"

"this……"

The two of them left unwillingly. The results of this investigation were not right.

According to the villagers, this old man is just an ordinary person.

This is obviously completely different from the information they obtained.

"We...can we meet the old man?" Zhao Haizhu asked.

The words fell.

Not only the middle-aged man, but also all the villagers around him were expressionless.

Wang Hai was keenly aware of the problem and said with a smile: "If it's inconvenient..."

"Mr. Shunzi passed away." The middle-aged man blurted out, with a slightly sad expression.

Hear the words.

Wang Hai and Zhao Haizhu were stunned on the spot, staring at the villagers.

Then, they turned their attention to the dilapidated house.

"What's wrong? Why is it so noisy outside."

At this time, an old, slightly angry voice came from the dilapidated house.

Then, in the house, an old man with white beard and hair, who looked like he was 10 years old, was seen walking out of the house.

"Village chief, these two people are here to find Mr. Shunzi." The middle-aged man pointed at Wang Hai and Zhao Haizhu.

The two immediately nodded and smiled.

The village chief nodded: "He... just passed away. If you want to see him, just come in."

As he spoke, the village chief turned and entered the house.

Then, after hearing the village chief's words, the villagers surrounding the house moved out of the way.

Wang Hai and Zhao Haizhu missed the crowd and walked towards the house.

As soon as the two entered the house, a strong smell hit their faces.

It smells rancid, old, and the room has not been cleaned for a long time, and it smells moldy.

"Is this... really the place where An Pingjie lives?" Zhao Haizhu couldn't help but frown and asked.

Wang Hai shook his head and did not answer.

The village chief turned his back to the two of them and faced the inner room: "You two, I don't know why you came to Shunzi, that is, An Pingjie, but I can tell that you are here for something."

"He is really just an ordinary old man. If you want to talk about something strange, it's just that he is different from the people in the village. He can't integrate into the village, that's all."

After hearing this, Wang Hai and Zhao Haizhu had more question marks in front of their heads.

Is this old man An Pingjie so well hidden? Or is he really just an ordinary person?

But if they were just ordinary people, how could they explain everything at the farewell ceremony for the heroes of the military region?

"If you don't believe me, an old man, you can read his suicide note. It was written by Shunzi himself. The suicide note cannot be faked." The village chief shook his head and smiled, pointing to a letter on the table.

Wang Hai didn't respond. He walked to the table and picked up the old-looking cover.

Opening the cover, there was a neatly folded letter inside.

Zhao Haizhu quickly came over.

The two of them opened the letter and read it with doubtful eyes.

[I believe that after you read this suicide note, I have already left Hexi. 】

[However, I still have a lot of nostalgia for this world. I have not yet asked, I have not reopened the mountain gate, and I have never seen the only remaining child. But things always don’t go as people wish, that’s all, everything goes with the wind...]

[I look back on my life with a lot of regrets and emotions. I have done nothing in this life and devoted myself to the Tao. I became a disciple when I was young, but the older master left me. I traveled when I was old. Throughout my life, I have only done something that I am proud of. , that is, I made a few bowls of noodles for a few little soldiers, but I could not see them before my death. This is really a pity...]

[That’s all, I like to nag when I get older. Looking back on the past, although my life was ordinary, I never had any regrets. Although I was ordinary, I was happy and at ease. I only lamented that when I was dying, my Taoist heart was not stable, and I still couldn’t let go of my desire. Whatever...]

[This is the best. I would like to trouble you all and take me to the gate of the "Eternal Life Temple". I want to sleep there forever. This is my only last wish...]

The suicide note is eloquent and contains over a thousand words.

Wang Hai and Zhao Haizhu read it carefully.

After reading it, the two looked at each other and saw the confusion in each other's eyes.

In his suicide note, he mentioned six children eating noodles, and he never saw those six children before his death...

In this case, who is the old man who appears at the funeral?

This makes no sense at all!

"You two, please come back. There is no answer here. There is only an ordinary old man who has lived a whole life and passed away at this time." The village chief shook his head and sighed, with a sad expression.

Wang Hai pondered for a while and then said: "Village chief, can we... go in and take a look?"

After reading the suicide note, he and Zhao Haizhu felt a lot in their hearts.

They now somewhat believe that maybe An Pingjie is really just an ordinary person.

But at the end, he had to take a look at An Pingjie, even if it was just to witness with his own eyes that Anpingjie was really dead.

The village chief nodded: "Go in, the place inside is a bit small, and you must be quiet and don't disturb."

"Village chief, please rest assured." Wang Hai gave a salute.

Then, with a wink at Zhao Haizhu, the two stepped into the inner room.

As soon as he entered the inner room, the first thing he saw was that Anpingjie was lying on the bed with his body slightly stooped and not lying completely flat.

He was wearing a worn Taoist robe, and the cloud shoes under his feet were also full of patches.

The old man's eyes were closed tightly, his face was bloodless, his face was slightly blue, and there was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

He looked like he had been dead for a long time.

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