Thinking of this, Wu Zhiyuan didn't dare to make a mistake, and hurriedly apologized: "The juniors are shallow and can't speak, if there is something offended, please bear with the old woman." ”

The old woman was silent for a long time when she heard this, then suddenly sighed and said: "Well, the matter has come to this point, even if you kill more people, you can't save my child's life, the heaven and the earth are balanced, the road is smooth, I agree to your request, and I will no longer be embarrassed by the people in this village." After saying that, the old woman slowly stood up, stuffed the snakeskin in her hand into her bosom, and walked west along the ravine with heavy steps.

When Wu Zhiyuan saw that the old woman was leaving, he hurriedly called: "Old woman, wait! ”

The old woman suddenly looked back, her face was white and terrifying, she looked at Wu Zhiyuan coldly, and asked, "What else is going on?" ”

Wu Zhiyuan pondered his words and said cautiously: "Since you no longer care about the villagers, then please return Brother Qiao's body to them." ”

The old woman turned around, and Wu Zhiyuan saw her face clearly, only to see that her face was pale, her eyes were cold, but she had no nose, which was exactly the same as the extra people in the team that Ah Feng met when he was at the funeral of Brother Qiao described by the village chief, it seemed that it was this old woman at that time. She said with a straight face: "People are already dead, and they are not divine fetal immortals, what is the use of a stinky skin?" I didn't take his body, you found the wrong person. ”

Wu Zhiyuan was stunned when he heard this, but he thought that what the old woman said should be true, she had already forgiven Brother Qiao for what she did, and she also expressed her attitude in front of Wu Zhiyuan, and she would never hide a corpse again. In that case, where did Brother Qiao's body go?

Seeing that Wu Zhiyuan was deep in thought, the old woman didn't pay attention to it, turned around and left, just walked a few steps, suddenly stopped, turned around and said expressionlessly: "There is one more thing, it doesn't hurt to sue you, the one that Brother Qiao rescued that day was a person, not a snake at all." With that, she turned and walked briskly, and in the blink of an eye, she disappeared into the gloom of the bamboo forest.

Hearing her last sentence, Wu Zhiyuan fell into a state of confusion. What the hell is going on? Brother Qiao carried home a person, not a snake spirit change? So where did that person go? Could it be that the escaped snake on the bed that the village chief said was fabricated out of thin air?

The more Wu Zhiyuan thought about it, the more complicated he felt that this matter was even more complicated, he thought that if he found the culprit who killed Brother Qiao and the six young people in the village, the truth would be revealed as soon as he could, but he didn't expect that more and more threads were pulled out, and the truth of the matter seemed to be even farther away from him.

After staying for a while, Wu Zhiyuan returned along the same path, the Moon Shadow Fuxian and the two middle-aged people carrying the coffin were still waiting in place, and the three of them were all happy when they saw Wu Zhiyuan coming back, especially the Moon Shadow Fuxian, and the tightly knit brows immediately stretched out the moment they saw Wu Zhiyuan.

"Zhiyuan, how's it going?" Moon Shadow Fuxian asked with concern.

"The sound of the bamboo poles hitting each other in the wind is normal, let's bury this coffin first." Wu Zhiyuan did not truthfully explain the source of the strange "pop" sound just now, but just prevaricated lightly, these two middle-aged people were present, and he wanted to use their mouths to let the villagers know that there were no rumored snake spirits and ghosts in this bamboo forest.

So, he beckoned the two middle-aged men to carry the coffin towards the cemetery together.

The men worked together, and soon buried the empty coffin in the earth and piled up a low grave bag. Seeing that it was not early, Wu Zhiyuan returned to the village with Moon Shadow Fuxian and the two middle-aged people.

Something so big happened that the whole village stayed up all night, and the village was brightly lit. At this time, seeing Wu Zhiyuan and the others come back, everyone was surprised and delighted, and the village chief began to gather people to bury the six young people.

Wu Zhiyuan did not tell the village chief about meeting the old woman in the bamboo forest, he felt that there were still many strange things that happened in the village, the truth had not yet surfaced, and the time was not yet ripe.

More than a dozen torches were lit in front of the village, five coffins had been parked at the entrance of the village, and all the people carrying the coffins had arrived.

"There is still a coffin that has not been carried over, Wu Daochang will wait for a while." The village chief walked up to Wu Zhiyuan and whispered.

Wu Zhiyuan nodded, and saw the village chief turn to the young man holding a torch on the side and ordered, "You go to Aunt Lin's house to have a look, why haven't you arrived yet?" ”

The young man answered, leaving the crowd and walking towards the village.

Not long after the young man left, an old woman of about sixty years old with messy hair and haggard face squeezed in from outside the crowd crying, and when she saw the village chief, she "plopped" on the ground and cried out in a panic: "Village chief, you have to be my master!" ”

The village chief saw that the person in front of him was Aunt Lin, so he stepped forward to help her up, and asked anxiously, "Aunt Lin, what happened?" Where's your baby's coffin? Now that the sky is about to dawn, we will wait for him. ”

Aunt Lin sobbed for a long time before she came to her senses, stretched out her hand and pointed in the direction of the village, and said intermittently: "Coffin...... Coffin...... Coffin ......"

"What happened to the coffin? Bring it up! The village chief urged impatiently.

"The inside of the coffin is empty!" Aunt Lin blurted out, and two lines of tears rolled down her cheeks, "I'm just such a son, the white-haired man sent the black-haired man, and now he doesn't even have a corpse!" ”

"What? The body is missing? The village chief asked with a surprised face.

"My kid likes to eat the puff pastry I made since he was a child, and just now I thought that he was about to leave, and he would definitely be hungry for the puff pastry I made when he got down, so I made a cage and wanted to put it in his coffin, but just now, I opened the coffin and looked at it...... I see...... I saw that the coffin was empty! His body is gone! Aunt Lin cried and made a fuss in a panic.

Seeing Aunt Lin's almost abnormal behavior, everyone was very sympathetic, and some people quietly wiped their tears. Aunt Lin was originally a cheerful person, since the death of her husband in middle age, she has relied on her son for her life, and single-handedly pulled her son up, but she didn't expect to lose her son in her twilight years, which can definitely be regarded as a tragedy in the world.

Seeing that Aunt Lin's reaction was very different from usual, the village chief thought that she had been violently stimulated, so she would talk nonsense, so he didn't believe what she said about the disappearance of the body, but she made up prevarication because she was reluctant to let her son go, so he said to Wu Zhiyuan: "Daoist Wu wait a while, I'll go and carry Aunt Lin's son's coffin." With that, he grabbed the two young men and walked towards the village.

Wu Zhiyuan took pity on Aunt Lin's plight, helped Aunt Lin, who was already sitting on the ground, and handed it over to Moon Shadow Fuxian to take care of, and chased after the village chief. Although Aunt Lin's behavior was a little abnormal, Wu Zhiyuan felt that a mother who was suffering from the grief of losing her son should not joke about her son's corpse, there must be something strange in this.

Not long after the village chief and the others entered Aunt Lin's house, Wu Zhiyuan followed, and he saw at a glance that the village chief and several people were gathered in front of the coffin in the living room, the coffin had been opened, and the faces of the village chief and others were extremely ugly.