Unlike his grandfather, the old farmer's hands were not broken by brushing together.

It's going down from a slope in one direction, and grandpa's is the kind of brush.

What they all have in common is that they don't have both palms.

But the old farmer's is more like someone at some point, and suddenly someone has cut off his hands with a sharp blade.

Grandpa's, on the other hand, is more like putting his hands there and waiting for someone to cut it.

If you know how to cook, you should know something.

This chef is naturally different from ordinary people who can cook, and his knife skills are naturally different.

There is a great difference between the dead and the living!

But without exception, the sharp weapons with which the grandfather and the old farmer lost their hands were quite sharp, otherwise it would not have been possible to cut off the flesh with the belt.

Now to wonder if this is just a coincidence or if there is a connection between the two, one need only look at whether the ancestral hands of their servants were like this.

This ancestor is the coffin that was saved by the old farmer in He Lao's mouth.

It is also the people in those coffins in Yizhuang!

Me and the fat man were the last to leave.

On the way, I asked the fat man if he had heard of the funeral custom of chopping off people's hands after they died!

The fat man's head shook like a fan and said, "How is this possible?" Which of our yin circles is not particular about the intact corpse and the soil for peace? ”

I thought about it, too, I asked this sentence too much.

If there is such a custom, then those marginal professions in the Yin circle, seamstresses and craftsmen will have no value.

The corpse of the old farmer has been brought back to Yizhuang.

I followed the fat man back to the old farmer's house and let the fat man take a bath.

We went to Yizhuang together.

At this time, the gate of Yizhuang was still bustling, but everyone didn't talk much.

All the cries came from the woman and the child of his age.

The formation arranged by me and the fat man in the courtyard is still there, but no one takes the initiative to destroy it.

He Lao stood in front of the main hall and said to everyone: "It's all hard work for everyone today, and I'm also very sad that something like this happened to my brother." ”

After speaking, He Lao turned his head to look at a pitch-black coffin behind him, and then turned to look at the people at the door.

"The coffin fell from the cliff, which means that my brother doesn't want to leave, and the matter of the burial, let's talk about it at a later date!"

When He Lao finished saying this, I just squeezed in with the fat man.

When He Lao saw that the two of us and the fat man were wearing the clothes of their local servants, he was stunned for a moment.

But he quickly nodded at us, and then introduced to everyone: "These two are the eldest gentlemen that my brother invited from Guanjing, but I didn't expect that my brother died before the two of them came!" ”

Hearing this, I frowned, what is this always something to say!

At this time, someone in the crowd whispered, "Do you want to tell the mayor about this?" ”

Unexpectedly, as soon as these words came out, He Lao's complexion changed at that time.

He reprimanded the muttering clansman, "Are you still not a member of the servant clan?" Why should we let others interfere in our own clan affairs? ”

From this, I found out that their servants do have different habits, at least huddle is the most obvious feature.

After the dismissal of the people, He Lao invited us into the main hall to speak.

We sat in front of the old farmer's coffin, and He Lao turned around and walked into the house and took out something wrapped in yellow cloth.

The old farmer raised the thing in his hand and said, "My brother's death is very strange, although I don't know the specific cause of death, but I'm sure it must have something to do with it!" ”

The fat man craned his neck to look at it curiously, and I pushed his head away and said, "What's in your hand?" ”

"It's a bronze object, and it was originally intended to be used as a reward for this incident, but I didn't expect such a thing to happen today."

As he spoke, He Lao handed the things in his hand to me.

After I took it, I unwrapped the yellow cloth one by one in front of He Lao.

When I looked at this so-called bronze object, one of the pictures above made me stunned.

This so-called bronze object is a rectangular shape, about the size of today's smartphones.

The thickness is less than a centimeter, about five or six millimeters, and it is a bit heavy to hold.

There wasn't any text on it, but one side of it was quite familiar to me.

Because it's a coffin standing upright! There are also several thick iron chains outlined on it.

I can't tell if this thing is from the Western Zhou Dynasty or not, but it looks real, and the image is not as clear as my coffin.

But whether it was a coffin or not, I could tell at a glance.

"Hey, Brother Yang, why does this thing look so much like the thing around your neck?"

The fat man pointed to the extra horizontal stripes on the coffin and said, "Look, is this an iron chain?" It can't be your brother, right? ”

The old peasant stood on the edge of the door frame without saying a word, looking out and not knowing what he was thinking.

But my attention was all on the bronze waist card at this time, and I only glanced at the old farmer before returning to what I was holding.

When I opened the back, I found that the pattern on the back was the shape of nine dragons, and the pattern on it also belonged to the totem of the Western Zhou Dynasty.

In the middle is a thick dragon, curled up, coiled together, covering most of the middle of the waist card.

Around the waist card, there are eight small dragons of different shapes, and the image is naturally not as exquisite as the dragon carving in the middle.

But it can still be recognized that it is the form of a dragon, after all, the dragons in China are generally similar, even if there is a silhouette, it can be recognized!

And the nine dragons on this waist plate are roughly similar to the nine headless dragons carved on my coffin, but they are not quite the same.

At this point, I can already conclude that this thing must have a lot to do with my Coffin Mountain faction.

Just by the coffin that stood upright, and the chains that were entangled, you could tell.

But why did this waist card appear in He Lao's hands?

I looked up at He Lao, and at this time he also happened to turn his body around.

Seeing that I looked at him, he said expressionlessly, "This waist card was found from the coffin of my ancestors. ”

"And when my brother picked up this bronze square card, he was hit by a black light, and he fell into a coma."

"When I woke up again, my hands were gone......!"

Black?

I suddenly thought of the scene in the dream, but the person in the dream was a woman, this old peasant ......!

Wrong!

It doesn't have anything to do with that!

I feel a little nervous, I'm a feng shui master, and I actually started to solve the case, it's really ironic to think about it.

The fat man interjected on the side: "You said that when your brother picked up this bronze medal, his hands were chopped off, but he didn't know who did it, that's not the point." ”

"The point is, how did he get this thing out? Also, what happened to your ancestors' coffins? And, why would a good old farmer touch your ancestor's coffin? ”

The fat man's three consecutive questions directly stopped He Lao.

At this time, I also looked at He Laodao: "In front of the old farmer, you can tell us the details of the story...... ”