Yang Shitian, his lips trembled, his hands pulled his hair, his face was distorted, and he stood in front of Wang Fengxia with a smile, looking at his former radiant wife, but at this moment he became a cold corpse, and the guilt in his heart was bigger than the sky and thicker than the ground!

In the blink of an eye, the sun was in the west, six or seven in the afternoon, the pool of blood had dried up, and the corpse had gradually hardened, but Yang Shitian still gritted his teeth and picked up Wang Fengxia and picked up his undeveloped son, he couldn't believe that all this was true.

Wang Fengxia's cold corpse was lying stiffly in Yang Shitian's arms, tilting her head, staring at Yang Shitian with her eyes, her hands hanging weakly to the ground, and a big mouth of more than ten centimeters on her stomach, which looked shocking and chilling.

At this moment, Yang Shitian, his eyes were dull, his eyes were full of tears, he hugged his dead wife, shook it, and walked out.

"Yang Shitian, put Fengxia down, this Wang Fengxia must be, provoke something unclean, we ...... We're going to cremate her,"

"Yes, cremation, maybe that thing is still on her."

But when Yang Shitian just walked to the door of his house, he saw a middle-aged man, with a group of villagers, walking into his yard, and taking the lead The middle-aged man was the only bachelor in the village, Zhou Qing!

Zhou Qing hoeed in his left hand, raised his right hand, and pointed at Yang Shitian with a horizontal face, "Shitian, Fengxia's suicide today, must have caused something unclean, the big guy in the village, decided to cremate Fengxia, you better put down Fengxia, let us take over, hurry up and send your father-in-law to the hospital." ”

After Zhou Qing finished speaking, the corners of his mouth rose, fanning the flames, "Do you say it, big guy, if this thing runs out and harms people, who can afford it." ”

The masses conformed, "Yes, the world, people die like lights out, they have to be buried anyway, after more than ten years, it will also be a pile of ashes, you might as well hand over Fengxia to everyone for cremation, so that every household in the village can also feel at ease." ”

Zhou Qing, with a gloomy face, nodded with satisfaction, said nothing, looked at the world, and waited for a compromise.

Yang Shitian stood at the door of the house, hugged his deceased wife Wang Fengxia tightly in his arms with both hands, his face was gloomy, he bowed his head and was silent, Yang Shitian never thought that the usually amiable uncle and aunt, how could he treat himself and Fengxia like this today, isn't he miserable enough.

Zhou Qing is also forgotten, he has been jealous of Yang Shitian since he was a child, since Wang Fengxia married the Yang family, Zhou Qing and Yang Shitian met on weekdays, and his tone has always been yin and yang, but Yang Shitian has a good temper and does not care about him.

The villagers, gossiping and saying good things, persuaded Yang Shitian and handed over Wang Fengxia to them, but Yang Shitian just wanted to bury his wife well, put her in the ground, reincarnate early, and find a good home in the next life, but why, just this simple request, everyone can't fulfill it.

Yang Shitian looked indifferent and raised his head, "Uncle and aunt, usually I, Yang Shitian, are not bad to everyone!"

Today, for Wang Fengxia, the aunt who delivered the eggs, walked out of the crowd and pretended to be sad, "The world is tilted, children, the aunts don't want to, but this Fengxia died too strangely, and we are also afraid." ”

The rest of the villagers agreed, "Yes, Shitian, the aunts can't help it, you also think about it for the big guys, you also heard what Feng Xia said today, saying that your father's debt is for you to repay, is it that your father did something hurtful and unreasonable before his death, and he was retributed." ”

Yang Shitian shook his head helplessly, with tears in the corners of his eyes, and said in a shocking voice, "Fellow villagers, fathers, before his death, treated people with courtesy, and behaved in the world, I believe that everyone in the station has a deep understanding, when the world is young, how the family is like, everyone is also obvious to all, who in the village has a temporary need, the father will clear his bag to relieve his worries, is the father wrong!"

Yang Shiting's words made the villagers speechless for a while, you look at me, I look at you, and they all bowed their heads guiltily.

Before his death, the Yang family was indeed a good person, and whoever in the village had difficulties would definitely help if he could help, and he would feel ashamed of himself if he didn't help.

Zhou Qing saw that the scene was wrong, so he said loudly, "Uncles and aunts, this is what people did before their deaths, Uncle Yang is good, this is true, but everyone makes mistakes, if Fengxia is not cremated today, who can guarantee that the people in the village will be safe and secure in this life, I believe this is also Uncle Yang, I don't want to see it, hey...... What we did was to help him make up for the mistakes he made before his death. ”

Human nature is like this, and the starting point is always to consider oneself first, and the villagers nodded their heads when they heard Zhou Qing say this.

Zhou Qing, pretending to be sad, looked at Yang Shitian.

Yang Shitian smiled bitterly and kept shaking his head, but his wife's corpse, no matter what, must be saved, he was forced to be helpless, gritted his teeth, knelt on the ground, and shouted with tears, "Uncles and aunts, today's Fengxia's corpse, I will die, and I will not hand it over, if everyone is not at ease, I will bury Fengxia in the mass grave in Xishan, and live in the village for another year, if something strange happens in the village, Shitian will come to see you, please!"

After Yang Shitian finished speaking, he bowed deeply to the villagers, Zhou Qing heard Yang Shitian say this, and didn't say anything more, after all, they were all grown up in a village, no matter how vicious they were, they were still a little humane, so they turned around and walked indignantly and walked out of the courtyard.

The first-class villagers who followed Zhou Qing glanced at it, and Yang Shitian, who had not bowed, also dispersed, only Aunt Mao was behind, and said a few words to Yang Shitian, put the eggs on the grinding plate in the yard, and then walked out of the yard with a frightened face.

In this way, Yang Shitian held on as he wished, and Wang Fengxia's corpse also saw through the sinister hearts of people.

Waiting for Aunt Mao to walk away, Yang Shi's face was like ashes, she stood up, stumbled and almost fell to the ground again, looked down at Wang Fengxia, whose face was as white as paper, couldn't help but feel distressed again, and shed tears, "Fengxia, find a good family in the next life, my Yang family is sorry for you in this life." ”

After speaking, Yang Shitian staggered to his ox cart, put Wang Fengxia into the ox cart, and stretched out his hand to wipe Wang Fengxia's eyes, her eyes were full of sadness.

Turning his head with a guilty face, he walked to the old man who was unconscious, remembering the words he said to Wang Zheng on the wedding day, and guaranteed that Feng Xia would be happy in her own home for a lifetime.

But Wang Fengxia had only passed the door for two years, and then he died in Huangquan and died in his own home, and when he woke up from the old man, he didn't know how to explain, Yang Shi was sluggish, carried the old man into his room, and hurriedly walked to the yard.

Pulled out an old cow raised by the Yang family before his death, and was a little sad for a while, recalling that the Yang family was alive, feeding the old cow in front of the cattle pen, laughing and talking about family life with himself, sighed deeply, and led the old cow to the cart.

Yang Shitian has been poor since he was a child, since he can remember, he has never seen his biological mother, a father and a son, dependent on each other, Yang Shitian also asked his father, but the Yang family only said simply, when giving birth to Yang Shitian, he died of childbirth.

Yang Shi leaned expressionlessly, put a bent burden on the old ox, picked up the hoe, and pulled the old ox to the west mountain, now he is the only one left at home, and there are no distant relatives, and there is no money at home, not even money to buy a coffin for Wang Fengxia.

Regardless of any folk customs, it took nearly an hour to bury Wang Fengxia on the same day, and the tombstone was erected when Wang Fengxia passed away in March and sold her family land for money.

At eight or nine o'clock, Yang Shitian pulled the old scalper to rush home, and did not pull the old scalper into the circle, hurriedly walked into the firewood room, and picked up the big hammer that usually smashes stones.

Panicked and walked to the Yang family's room, the room where he lived before his death, he didn't believe it when he was killed, Wang Fengxia, who has always been gentle and virtuous, would want to commit suicide for no reason, and torture herself in that way, but this also verifies the words that the Yang family said before dying, and the answer to all this is under the cellar of the Yang family's room.

Boom......

Yang Shitian kicked open the door, walked into the room, moved the wooden bed, lifted the sledgehammer, aimed at the iron lock, and smashed it for a while.

The current situation of the iron lock in the cellar, rusty and full of dust, it should have been some years like that, Yang Shitian smashed it for nearly two minutes before he smashed the iron lock and threw the hammer to the ground, without hesitation, opened the cellar and jumped down.

Yang Shitian was a little anxious for a while, went down to the cellar and his eyes were black, he couldn't see anything, he forgot to bring the flashlight, he looked up at the mouth of the cellar, it was one meter away from his head in a boxy box, and he couldn't jump up no matter how he jumped.

The cellar is closed all year round, and there is a smell of earth in the air, Yang Shitian was a little puzzled for a while, "How can there still be a smell of earth, Dad is not afraid, it will collapse when he sleeps." ”

Yang Shitian muttered a few words, stretched out his hands and groped beside the cellar, stepping two meters, his hands icy, "Hiss...... Why is this wall made of concrete, and why does it smell of earth, and why is it so strong. ”

Yang Shitian was a little puzzled for a while, and complained a little that the Yang family had money to build a cellar but no money to build a house.

Yang Shi leaned to the west, raised his hands, leaned against the wall, and moved across, imagine that the Yang family room should be on the wall, with a candle base, and the flashlights at home were only bought this year, and there was no one at home before, and the Yang family room could not be touched by hand every time he entered the cellar.

But Yang Shitian thought, this is not impossible, before his father's death, he often took himself up the mountain to collect medicine and took it to Jinling Town to sell, but every time he went up the mountain, it was the thief's "off-work" time, Yang Shitian was puzzled and asked, and the Yang family replied kindly, saying that it was that kind of herb, which can only be seen at night in the third watch, and Yang Shitian was confused.

According to Yang Shiting's recollection, my father seems to have a pair of night eyes, no matter how dark the night is, he can find his way home, and wherever he goes, he knows the coordinates of Taoyuan Village.

"Hey, I found it, hey, how is this a door, my father didn't say that there is a door in this cellar," Yang Shitian groped west for a while, and felt a depression in the wall, and thought it was used for candles in Yang's room, but it was roughly the same, it was a stone door!

Yang Shiqian frowned, continued to grope west, and just took two steps.

Bang!

"Shhh...... , how can there be the sound of an iron basin, I found it!" Yang Shitian was a little puzzled, and couldn't understand why his father put an iron basin under the cellar, so he bent down and groped, and what he touched was not an iron basin, but an iron shelf.

On the shelf, there was an iron basin, Yang Shitian reached in and groped, touched something that looked like a bottle, continued to touch a wet cloth at the mouth of the bottle, pinched it, put it in front of his nose and smelled it, it was an oil lamp.

Yang Shitian continued to grope in the basin to see if his father had set off a match, and after a while, his fingers touched something, and he took it in his hand, only to know that it was a lighter.

"Tsk, why can't you fight, Dad, are you trying to kill me in a hurry, why is this lighter broken, hurry, catch...... Whew, it's finally on. ”

Yang Shitian hit more than a dozen times, shook it off, the hard work paid off, and finally it was on, with the help of the faint firelight, he looked at the oil lamp, there was almost half of the lamp oil in the bottle, put on the lighter, and lit the oil lamp with a buzz, Yang Shitian moved to the front of the stone door, looked at it, and frowned.

"Tilt, how dark is this night!"

There are a few big characters written on the top of the stone door, and Yang Shitian looked a little confused for a while, there is another big character below, a boxy recess frame, there are small stones in the shape of mahjong inside, and the stone plane is also engraved with words, Yang Shitian, scratching his head with one hand, with an anxious face.

"Ouch Dad, when is it, still playing riddles. ”

Yang Shi was furious, strode forward, and fought wildly.

"No, no, it's still not right, it's not right, it's not right, oops, it's killing me. ”

Yang Shi poured out his hard work for nearly an hour, but he didn't get the answer right, he looked aggrieved, sat on the ground against the wall, put his hands on his head, and thought about it.

"The world, the world, ouch, my Fengxia, where did my Fengxia go. ”

Father......

Just when Yang Shitian was thinking anxiously, he heard the cry of the old man for a while, so he stopped thinking, stood up, looked left and right, when his eyes fell on the right corner of the cellar, he hurriedly walked, it may be that he was in a hurry, he didn't pay attention to the surroundings when he lit the oil lamp, there was a ladder in the right corner of the cellar, and Yang Shitian didn't notice it.

Yang Shitian hurriedly went over, picked up the ladder, put it at the mouth of the cellar, climbed up, went out of the room, and came to his father-in-law, Wang Zheng, "Dad, what's wrong with you, Dad!"

Wang Zheng, sitting in front of the bed, tears raining down, clapping his hands on his thighs, and shouting loudly, "Shitian, Fengxia went there, Fengxia I want to see Fengxia, Shitian, you got my Fengxia there"

Wang Zheng saw Yang Shitian running in, so he opened his mouth wide with a dull gaze, walked towards Yang Shitian, pinched Yang Shitian's shoulders with both hands and kept shaking, "Shitian, Feng Xia, today is her birthday, why don't you see anyone, answer me quickly, you say it quickly, you say it quickly!"

Thump......

"Dad, the world is incompetent, I haven't been able to let Fengxia live a good life, smack, dad, I'm sorry for you, I'm sorry, slap, slap, slap, smack, smack, ......smack,

Yang Shitian looked at his father-in-law, crazy and crazy, and his heart was extremely painful for a while, and no one could accept this fact, but there was no way that people could not be resurrected after death, Yang Shitian could only kneel on his feet and keep slapping himself.

Wang Zheng didn't pay attention to it, Yang Shitian, who was kneeling on his feet and constantly slapping himself, his eyes were dull, he moved slowly, walked out, and kept chattering, "Fengxia's father is sorry for you, Dad is sorry for you, you shouldn't accept the money from the Yang family, Dad is sorry for you, I'm sorry for you." ”

Yang Shitian hurriedly got up and wanted to stop, "Dad, where are you going, Dad......"

Wang Zheng turned around, his eyes widened angrily, and his face was hideous, "Get out of your way, the lost dog, the broom star, it's all because of you, otherwise Feng Xia wouldn't have died." ”

After Wang Zheng finished speaking, he turned around again and walked towards the door, still chanting Wang Fengxia's name in his mouth.

Yang Shitian stood in place, and forgot to withdraw his outstretched hand, hating himself extremely in his heart, "Hehe, yes, I'm a lost dog, broom star, hahaha"

Yang Shitian is almost insane now, holding his head in his hands, sitting back on the bed, laughing wildly, even the only relative in the world is now blaming himself, thinking that it doesn't seem interesting to be alive, but he still wants to figure out what mistakes his father made back then, and it will be bad for such retribution.

Time is like flowing water, in a blink of an eye, now with the bright moon in the sky, the night is over twelve, Yang Shitian is weak and paralyzed on the bed, his eyes are dull looking at the ceiling, it is three or four hours, his eyes do not blink, like a dead man, there are still residues on the quilt, Wang Fengxia's body fragrance before her death, and the scene of fighting with Wang Fengxia in the past, also constantly appeared in Yang Shitian's mind.

This reminds Yang Shitian even more that he still has the meaning of living, that is, to guess the riddles of the royal family, open the stone door of the cellar, and learn the secret hidden behind the stone door.