Because of the drizzle of the night, the summer dust was washed away, and the hillsides were stacked with green and green as far as the eye could see. The silk grass that was tasseled, sinking under the sliding raindrops, the wet green stalks were slightly hooked like an overwhelmed weight, and they were counted rhythmically in the cold wind.

The lakeside is busy and solemn! A corpse of a miserable white and stiff corpse was laid out in a line on the shore. The families of the deceased wept in grief, and some people came to claim the remains of their family members who had been missing for many years. Others rushed to tell each other about the provenance of the unmanned remains.

The family members of the corpses, the men had complicated expressions, and stood far away, watching the actions of Zhong Kui and the others with cold eyes. The women in the family whispered and pointed.

Most of the bodies that were salvaged ashore were claimed by their families. Only the remaining fresh corpses were left unattended, Li Laoqi was familiar with the situation of these families, he looked at them and walked over silently.

"Mr. Ghost Hunter is here, you bring them back, let him give them a superordinate by the way, and bury them on the hill together."

“……”

No one paid attention to Mr. Li's words. A few men grabbed their elbows, their facial muscles trembling and shaking, just ignoring him. His eyebrows twitched, his heart sank, and he faintly felt the ill intentions of these men, and his eyes were full of hostility.

"What are you?" Li Laoqi took out half a pack of cigarette boxes that were so deflated that there were only a few cigarettes left, and there were a few cigarettes in it that he was reluctant to smoke. With a smile, he handed it to one of the men with pockmarked faces and said: "Old Ma, the deceased is gone, and the earth is safe, and the brothers have worked hard...... hard."

"Fuck your sister, you're so fucking hard, tell me, which mongrel killed my brother?" The guy with a pockmarked face slapped off Li Laoqi's cigarette, and with hateful eyes, he stared at him fiercely and scolded.

"Big brother, don't say that, no one killed your brother......"

"You know Mao, if these guys hadn't come to us, how would they have died." As soon as the pockmarked man's words came out, several others on the side hurriedly echoed.

"It's just, fuck, settle accounts with them."

"Lao Tzu's people are dead, no matter what, they have to get a sum of blood, otherwise they won't be able to eat and walk around."

The man with a pockmarked face, every word, plus their echo. In order to calm down an unnecessary fight, he forced himself to calm down, tried to squeeze out a smile, and said with an almost humble demeanor: "Aren't you embarrassing me? People don't have the heart to hurt others, and they help their buddies find them. ”

"Mao! They deserve to be punished for killing people, and they are still pretending to be good people? Did you get fucking kicked in the head by a donkey, or kicked by a mule? Or did you fucking take advantage of them, elbowing outward? The man with a pockmarked face, as he spoke, grabbed Li Laoqi's neck like a chicken, looked arrogant, arrogant, and shouted: "Folks, look at this guy, he is not shallow, and he colluded with outsiders to kill our former village chief and my brothers, we should ask them for an explanation." ”

Noisy, roaring, a few men took a few women outside, and followed Lao Ma to find Zhong Kui with Li Laoqi. Behind them, untimely tailgating, the village likes to be lively.

Zhong Kui was also wondering. He was not a prophet or a god, and he wanted to know more than anyone else what was going on with the deaths of the dead. In view of the principle that the dead are the greatest, and the earth is safe, he cannot delay the best auspicious time for the collective burial of the dead in Dead Water Bay.

Therefore, he can only calmly deal with the doubts in his heart, and there is no special delvement.

Li Laoqi's home; The corpse was successfully salvaged, and Zhiqing and others returned to their hearts like arrows. After a period of busyness, he stood at the door, raised his eyes to see the sunlight refracted from the gray clouds, and suddenly missed the arrival of his wife and young son.

Vanilla, who looked at his words, caught a glimpse of him whose face suddenly became solemn. smiled jokingly and said, "Uncle Chen, I miss Sister Xu Jing." ”

Zhiqing smiled bitterly, put a cigarette under his nose and sniffed, "Eh! I miss them. ”

Xu Qian's face was pale, and she was concerned about Zhong Kui.

He has not yet returned, helping with the aftermath of the deceased's home. She looked at the door and said with a reserved smile: "My sister doesn't know what to think of her brother-in-law." ”

Wengen kept straightening the crumpled clothes on his body, which he was most reluctant to wear on weekdays. I left it in my suitcase for a few months, and I thought that I was going home, and I took it out and shook it, but I couldn't shake it smoothly, and I was depressed!

"Look at your breath, iron it with hot water!" Vanilla rolled her eyes and said angrily.

"Hey, hey!" Wen Gen smiled, "It's still my daughter-in-law who is smart." So saying, he went into the house with the herbs, and ironed his clothes with boiling water.

Xu Qian didn't want to be a light bulb, so she stayed outside. There is no one to chat with Zhiqing......

Xiao Ming hurriedly ran back, his face flushed, panicked, and shouted with a crying voice: "Uncle Chen, go and help Master...... They...... They make trouble. ”

Zhiqing and Xu Qian, who were chatting, heard it at first glance, and their hearts chuckled, and they didn't know what was going on. didn't ask in detail, so he hurriedly called Xiao Ming to lead them to take a look.

In the mountain people's homes, in the spiritual shed, the ground was messy, and paper, pens and some yellow table papers were thrown indiscriminately. Zhong Kui was surrounded in the middle. Lao Ma completely disregarded the peace of the deceased, made a lot of noise, and shouted for someone to give him an explanation.

"I know they died strangely, and I've thought about it. Because of time, I didn't dig into the reason, and it was my fault. It's not what you think, I don't know any witchcraft, and I don't just want to take away people's right to live. ”

Zhong Kui knew that at this moment, any justification would be in vain. Only by presenting evidence is the most convincing to convince these reckless people and deliberately troublemakers.

And these troublemakers must have been instigated by people with ulterior motives to come to them to make trouble.

", you don't understand witchcraft, only ghosts believe it. I've seen you unleash your sorcery and demagoguery. "It was the village chief's cousin who spoke, he danced harder than anyone else, and he was the one who fanned the wind and lit the ghost fire.

Just when there was a lot of trouble, Zhiqing and Xu Qian rushed over.

"You guys listen to me, okay?"

“……”

Zhiqing appeared as a scholar, and suddenly suppressed the tense atmosphere. No one objected, so he continued: "Zhong Kui is my friend who has forgotten his years, and I know his personality best. Regardless of his own safety, he was born and died, what was he for? For fame or fortune? You should know better than anyone else. How much sweat and energy he has paid, how much feedback and benefits he has received, everyone has a scale in their hearts, you think about it! ”

After Zhiqing's words were finished, the scene was suddenly silent. Between his words and deeds, people feel a kind of elegant scholarly demeanor, and from his wise eyes, what they can appreciate is that he is their trusted and reliable friend.