The old lady was about to look at it, when a large palm blocked her view.

"Don't look."

Fu Mujin stood in front of the coffin in a panic and persuaded:

"My father-in-law's death is peculiar, swollen like a pig's head, I'm afraid of scaring the old lady, or this look at the remains will be spared."

Mrs. Qu hurriedly raised her crutches and said with a full heart: "The old lady is so old, I haven't seen any dead heads, so the little lady doesn't have to worry about it." ”

Fu Mujin stood in front of Mrs. Qu, but she didn't let her see it.

"However, the death of my father-in-law is unusual, extremely terrifying, old lady, you are old, if there is a good one, the slave family is afraid that they will not be able to get out of this door."

After that, he also pointed to the group of male villagers in the corner of the wall who had well-developed chest muscles, thick arms, and were not easy to mess with.

"Long-winded! Is it to look down on the old lady? Get out of the way! ”

Mrs. Qu pushed Fu Muhibiscus away, stumbled, and planted directly into the coffin.

The sisters-in-law were shocked.

The old lady was also too anxious.

The third aunt and the sixth aunt hurriedly stepped forward and pulled the old lady down.

The old lady has a bad look in her eyes, looking at the dead head in front of her, how can she have a pig nose?

Take two steps back and look, where is swollen like a pig's head, this is clearly a pig's head.

"Yo! It looks like it's really poisoned. "The third aunt made up the gun.

"My nose is swollen like this, and there is no blood at all." The sixth aunt nodded.

No one dared to doubt that the coffin was a real pig's head.

Fu Mujin broke out in a cold sweat and looked apprehensively in the direction of the coffin.

For fear of being debunked on the spot.

The villagers took turns to bow and look at the remains, but the dead appearance of the pig's head in the coffin was too ugly, and no one dared to look twice.

The old widow dragged her son and stood far away, not daring to come near.

Mrs. Qu was dissatisfied, and said mockingly: "Didn't you chase after someone who was considerate just now?" Why is it your turn to look at the remains and remain silent. Her father-in-law's death can't have anything to do with you, right? ”

The old widow's face collapsed on the spot.

Retorted angrily: "Dead old woman, what kind of immoral things you say." If you slander people casually, do you still have a conscience? ”

"Ouch, say two words to you, can you still do it? Why don't you hurry up and take a look, don't you see that the big guys are starting to get sleepy? It's just your mother and son. ”

Mrs. Qu spoke unceremoniously, not caring whether she was in someone else's mourning hall.

The old widow wanted to scold back, but a group of sisters-in-law were looking at her with fierce eyes, so she had to give up and swallow the evil breath.

When the two mothers and sons came to the coffin, the old widow looked at the pig's head timidly, which was very infiltrating, but in order to clear the suspicion, there was no way.

She used Qu Xiaocalf's body to block the villagers' vision, and secretly took out a scythe for mowing the grass, intending to create other wounds on the 'corpse' to clear suspicion.

In case the little lady really offered her out, she would be able to bite back.

Said that the little lady killed with a knife.

The old widow leaned slightly sideways, and in order to disguise her action of sticking the sickle into the coffin, she moved very lightly.

Qu Xiaoniu poked the pig's nose with curiosity on his face, watching it flick and flick, laughing.

"Mother, this is so fun, it's so fun!"

Qu Xiaoniu excitedly pulled the old widow's wrist, for fear that she would not be able to hear.

With a click, the scythe fell.

happened to fall on someone's stomach, Shunhua didn't dare to breathe, for fear that others would see the clue.

But by this time, her wrist had been cut, and the blood fell into the bottom of the coffin with pain.

"What are you doing?" Mrs. Qu asked.

The old widow's face changed greatly, and she quietly picked up the sickle, pulled out the calf, and left in a hurry.

Fu Mujin looked at the two hastily backs in confusion and pondered for a moment.

I shouted in my heart, it's not good, Brother Yan.

Fu Mujin hurriedly approached the coffin, the dazzling blood red broke into his eyes, he gritted his teeth fiercely, and slapped the coffin with a palm.

There was a click, and everyone looked back in surprise.

All eyes fell on him.

"What's wrong? Girl? ”

Mrs. Qu looked at Fu Mujian's emotions as if something was not quite right, and wondered if it was a ghost.

Before long, he looked back quietly, pretending to weep.

"After all, it is a husband and wife, the slave family and the Xianggong finally said goodbye, please wait outside for a while, the slave family wants to whisper something to the Xianggong."

The sisters-in-law looked at each other and nodded.

After all, it is a husband and wife, and now that everyone is dead, it is good to take the opportunity to resolve any grievances.

The villagers went out of the door in accord and closed the door for them, leaving him and a coffin alone.

Fu Mujin looked back vigilantly and whispered, "Brother Yan, get up quickly, they are all out." ”

Hearing this, the pig's head in the coffin moved.

The whole person stood up, she took off the pig's head with one hand, revealing a face full of fine sweat, her facial features were tense, and her lips were pale open and closed.

"Quick, get the dummy out under the bed."

Listening to her weak voice, he asked distressedly: "You are all like this, do you still want to investigate?" ”

"Check, why don't you check? If you don't find the real culprit, where is the justice? If you don't punish him, how can you comfort the souls of the dead in heaven. ”

Her eyes were very firm, Fu Mujin pursed her lips and smiled bitterly, she could only compromise.

"Okay, you have to check, Fu will accompany you to the end."

The two of them worked together to lift out the person who was weighing more than 100 catties of wood under the bed and put it into the coffin.

Fu Mujin picked up a hammer with his own hands and nailed seven long nails to the coffin.

With each stroke, he pronounced a sentence.

"Life is the same, death is the same."

The sonorous sound kept coming from the courtyard, knocking on the door in horror.

whispered: "The little lady is not chiseling the corpse with a hammer, is she?" ”

"How much hatred can be done, and she is usually beaten so hard, and I don't know if she poisoned people to death with her own hands."

"Don't say it, that's what I guessed."

“……”

The old widow opened half of the door and stared closely at the people outside the door, for fear that she would be mentioned in a certain word, a certain sentence.

In the middle of the ring, Fu Mujin lowered his head and opened the door and invited the villagers to enter to carry the coffin, while Shunhua hid in the kitchen to bandage the wound and quietly waited for the crowd to leave.

As soon as the coffin was lifted, blood fell, and the villagers looked at me, and no one dared to speak.

Hanging, too hanging.

What's the matter, the dead are still bleeding.

Could it be that the little lady really chiseled the corpse?

Everyone suddenly felt a chill on their backs, shivered, and silently retreated a few steps away.

Mrs. Qu was convinced that evil spirits were haunting, so she proposed to lift it up the cliff and throw it higher.

Fu Mujin silently followed the villagers up the mountain, and before leaving, he couldn't help but glance at the courtyard.

The footsteps finally faded away, and Shunhua put on her night clothes and masked, intending to carry out her plan.

The wound on his wrist was still oozing blood.

She raised her eyebrows slightly, endured the pain, and tightened the bandage a little tighter.

Secretly scolded, poisonous woman!

If a man dies, he will be cut with a knife.

If she doesn't take revenge, she won't be called Yan Shunhua.