Erya's death is very strange, it seems that he wants to convey some kind of information to people, but unfortunately, Ge Hongcui is silent about Erya's affairs and does not say anything at all.

The other two old ladies were simply stuffy gourds, except for finding that Erya had slept with someone before she died, her eyes lit up, and the rest of the time, she didn't open her mouth at all.

Yang Junming also didn't know, he told me that he used money to buy a villager, but the other party didn't provide much useful information.

He wanted to buy two more, but he didn't dare to do this kind of thing too often. Afraid of startling snakes.

When he said this, I understood that Yang Junming must have something to hide from me.

This time, I didn't ask about the grievances between him and Yang Deming. They take care of it themselves, and I'm only responsible for catching ghosts.

The reason why I agreed to stay is that Yang Junming will not treat me badly in terms of money, and second, because Xiao Hei, this product seems to have found something. It's gone.

In the summer, the days were long, it was still bright at half past six, and there was still more than an hour before it got dark, Yang Junming and I came out of the room, and the villagers working in the courtyard were quiet, and many people were peeking at the two of us.

"Junming, why are you going?"

Yang Junning came over to say hello and asked with a smile.

"Go and see Zhao Kai, Gu Dashen said, it's not good to change the corpse tonight!" Yang Junming pulled the tiger skin and pulled the banner, using my name to scare people.

As soon as the words came out, Yang Junning's face changed, and he glanced at me suspiciously, and said, "Is it really fake?" ”

"The drowned belongs to the horizontal death, and within three days, there is a small return to the soul, that is to say, even if the corpse is not deceived tonight, the soul will come back!" I pretended to be profound.

Yang Junning couldn't figure out whether what I said was true or false, and his face was not very good.

"Okay, you don't understand, I and Gu Dashen will go and have a look first!" Yang Junming gave me a look, ignored Yang Junning, and walked out with me.

Yang Junming told me that Yang Deming controls Yangjia Village, firstly, by relying on the clan, hundreds of years of inheritance, the clan theory is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and the villagers of Yangjia Village are instinctively afraid of the patriarch.

Of course, relying only on the clan, it can still cage people's hearts in a short time, but it will definitely not work for a long time, and now this world is a world that looks at money.

The second point is that Yang Deming relies on money, I have to say that Yang Deming has vision and is also open-minded, and he makes money. Not only can the villagers drink soup, but also let the villagers eat meat.

The third point is that it depends on people, one is the accountant Yang Junhai, who controls the financial power of the village, and the other is Yang Junning, who is a joint defense officer, similar to the assistant police, who holds a certain amount of judicial power.

With these three points, Yang Deming's power is very stable, plus he finds two disobedient Liwei from time to time, and the people in the village are clearly manipulated by him.

Coming out of Erya's house, Yang Junming took me around the village twice and came to Zhao Kai's house.

There are white flags hanging at the door of Zhao Kai's house, a spiritual shed is set up in the courtyard, and there are one large, two and three coffins in the main house, and there are two people guarding the spirit, which looks deserted.

"Burial?"

When I saw the coffin, I was stunned for a moment.

"Yes!"

Yang Junming nodded and said, "Yangjia Village has always been a burial!" ”

"Nobody's in charge?" I was a little surprised.

This piece of Longmen City. Cremation has been implemented for twenty or thirty years, and the management is very strict, and there are very few burials, and even if there are, they are secret.

"The villagers of Yangjia Village are ethnic minorities!" Yang Junming whispered.

So to speak. I see, there are preferential policies.

"Zhao Kai has been in Yangjia Village for decades, his daughter-in-law died of illness in the early years, his son and daughter-in-law are working outside, and he is leading his grandchildren at home!"

Yang Junming was the Nunu mouth guarding the spirit in the Ming Dynasty's house. said: "Those two are Zhao Kai's sons and daughters-in-law!" ”

"Hmm!"

I snorted, and as Yang Junming walked inside, my heart secretly summed up.

Yang Junming said that few people in Yangjia Village work outside the village, relying on the land in the village. There are also brick factories and sand fields, and the villagers are doing very well.

Most of those who went out to work were not dealing with Yang Deming and were targeted by him, that is to say. Zhao Kai's family and Yang Deming are not in the same group.

No wonder the Zhao family is so lonely, no one comes to help, and the two of them are the husband and wife.

"Uncle Junming?"

Seeing Yang Junming, the man around thirty years old who was guarding the spirit was a little surprised and shouted.

"I'll come and see!" Yang Junming nodded. asked, "Keiko, can you resist?" ”

"Uncle, I'm fine!" Keiko said in a deep voice.

"After the burial tomorrow, don't go out to work, go to work with me!" Yang Junming patted Keiko on the shoulder.

"Thank you, uncle!" Keiko had a look of gratitude on her face.

"Oh. This is Gu Dashen I invited, I'll take him to see your old man and see what he can help! Yang Junming pointed to me and introduced.

"Gu Dashen!"

For me, Keiko is obviously not so enthusiastic, but it is also respectful.

"Hmm!"

I nodded with him. When he came to the coffin, he picked up three sticks of incense, lit them and bowed down.

There was also a woman kneeling in front of the coffin, who was supposed to be Keiko's daughter-in-law, and she was in a very bad state. Lost soul, with no focus in his eyes, throws a piece of paper money into the mourning basin from time to time.

I nodded to her, she didn't see it at all, the child's death hit her hard, she was basically in a semi-collapsed state.

I thought about it, took out a stick of incense from my bag, turned around and handed it to Keiko, and said, "This is my special requiem incense." At night, when your daughter-in-law sleeps, you light it, don't burn it all at once, fifteen minutes each time, you can use it about four times! ”

Keiko was stunned for a moment. Didn't pick up.

"What are you doing in a daze, take it!"

Yang Junming glared at Qingzi and said, "Gu Dashen's incense has always been priceless, such a stick. How can I get 5,000, hurry up! ”

"Oooh!"

Keiko hurriedly took it, but she felt embarrassed again, her lips squirmed for a while, and she wanted to say something but didn't say it.

"Keiko. Your daughter-in-law is emotionally unstable, you take care of it more! I patted him on the shoulder and said.

People like Keiko are honest people, and they don't have too many hearts, so I still prefer to deal with this kind of person.

Give him a stick of incense, one is to see Yang Junming's face, and the other is that things have caught up, and it is a handful to be able to help.

"Take it with peace of mind, Gu Dashen and I are buddies!" Yang Junming comforted Qingzi again.

"Uncle!" Keiko choked up a little.

I sighed secretly, Yang Junming's means of buying people's hearts are very high, and I am buddies with him, and I take this love on myself.

In Qingzi's heart, I gave him this incense for Yang Junming's sake, but I don't care, I give the incense. I turned to the coffin and examined the body.

"Uncle, my dad's death is definitely not that simple!"

Before I could see it, Keiko's words of hatred sounded behind me.

"How?" Yang Junming asked.

"Uncle, my dad had a video with me before he died. I was worried, obviously I wanted to say something to me, I saw it, asked him if there was something, he didn't say, let me work with peace of mind, but the next day it happened! ”

Qingzi said with a hint of hatred: "It was definitely Yang Deming's old bastard who did it!" ”

"Don't talk nonsense!" Yang Junming scolded.

"I'm not talking nonsense!" Keiko stiffened her neck.

"What about the evidence, do you have the evidence?" Yang Junming asked rhetorically.

Qingzi was stunned for a moment, her face sank, and she said in a muffled voice: "No! ”

"If you don't, don't talk nonsense, you know, trouble comes from the mouth!" Yang Junming patted Qingzi on the shoulder and said meaningfully.

"Damn, the water in Yangjia Village is deeper than I thought!" I muttered to myself, looking at the corpse inside the coffin.

Zhao Kai's face was blue and purple, his stomach was slightly distended, his eyes were half-open and half-closed, and the Lianquan acupoint above his throat was a little swollen, obviously resentful.

The two children were not big, the younger was about three years old, and the eldest was five or six years old, and there was no pain on their faces, but a hint of smile.

"How's it going, did you find anything?" Yang Junming leaned over and asked.

"It's a little wrong!"

I whispered, it's normal for an old man to have grievances, and people who die basically have this situation, but the child's state is not right.

Drowning is a painful way to die, especially when water chokes on the trachea, it is very painful, but there is a smile on the faces of the two children, which is obviously abnormal.

In this case, it is as if the child did not feel pain at all when he died.

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