The instigated villagers lost their minds and left the death of the person behind.

After a while, Feng's father's tombstone was knocked down, and the grave soil was dug up.

"One, two, three!"

A few powerful croppers shouted trumpets, and a wet coffin was hung from under the dark pit soaked in water.

The coffin had been buried in the soil for several months, but when it was unearthed, there was no trace of decay, as if everything had just been buried.

Feng Mazi, who was tied up by a fishing net not far away, saw his father's grave being dug up, and he was so anxious that he screamed, and even his voice was hoarse, and his resentful eyes stared at the king camel standing in front of the grave and commanding, almost spitting fire.

Wang Huozi turned a blind eye to the hideous Feng Mazi, he looked at the intact coffin, nodded slightly, and secretly confirmed the guess in his heart.

However, when someone saw that only one coffin had been dug up after the grave had been dug up, he questioned: "Wang Huozi, what about the drought, didn't you say that he was buried in the grave?" ”

"Yes, Wang Huozi, we are here to burn the drought, not to dig up people's graves."

Digging people's ancestral graves for no reason is not only a lack of morality, it is harmful to yin and selfishness, and it is against the law. Therefore, everyone was reluctant in their hearts, that is, they thought that as long as the drought that caused the drought was really eliminated, even if Feng Mazi sued the government, it would be excusable, so they took action.

Of course, it is not impossible not to blame the luck of the public.

But now that the grave had been dug open, and even the coffin had been hung out, and there was no shadow of the drought, they had to wonder if they had been used by the machinations of the king's camel.

The king took in the expressions of the people in his eyes, and knew that if they disagreed, they would rush up and knock him down and bury him in the deeply watered grave.

However, he just smiled in his heart, and immediately replied confidently: "Everything has been done to this point." I can still lie to everyone. The drought is in the coffin, and you can see it when you open the coffin. ”

The villagers were ready to fly at this time, and they could only choose to believe in the king camel and go all the way to the dark.

The coffin nails were lifted, and then, far away, the lid was slowly pulled open.

Everyone is afraid that if there is really a drought in the coffin, the drought fish will suddenly jump out and hurt people's lives.

No one knows what the drought looks like, and once the drought fish comes out of the red land for thousands of miles, it is only a legend.

If it is a drought, it is more ferocious than a tiger. Isn't it dangerous?

It's just that after the lid of the coffin was opened, there was no movement for a while.

In my imagination, I didn't see the demons and monsters that would pop out of the coffin.

Seeing that everyone was hesitant and suspicious, Wang Huozi walked directly to the coffin, pointed to the coffin and said, "Don't you all believe it, seeing is believing, come over and see what the drought is like." It's good to have a long insight. ”

Seeing that there was indeed no danger, the crowd boldly gathered around.

It's just that they didn't see the blue-faced fanged monster, only a corpse.

The moment someone saw the true face of the corpse, he exclaimed, "Isn't this Feng Dequan?" ”

Someone who was familiar with Feng Dequan replied with certainty: "I recognize Old Ghost Feng even if he turned to ashes." Not to mention that his body was very intact, and Feng Dequan was right. ”

When the others heard the two of them say this, they began to discuss.

And the few men who were in charge of digging the grave and hanging the coffin just now became excited and angry. Without saying a word, he rushed to the front of the king camel, grabbed him, and gave him a few punches.

"King camel. If you dare to lie to us, you will not die well. ”

Wang Huozi was punched a few times, grinning in pain, protecting his head and telling him again and again: "Don't fight, don't fight, listen to my explanation, listen to my explanation." ”

A big man with a big waist grabbed a chicken and grabbed the collar of the king's camel: "You still want to quibble?" ”

Wang Huozi hurriedly saw the stitches and asked a question: "Let me ask you, how long has Feng Dequan been dead?" ”

Someone replied, "More than half a year." ”

When Wang Huozi saw someone answering, he knew that things were easy: "I have been dead for more than half a year, so who can tell me why the corpses have not decomposed after being buried in the soil for more than half a year?" ”

"This ......"

Everyone was attracted by Feng Dequan's corpse just now because they were afraid, and they didn't notice this problem for a while, but now after Wang Huozi's reminder, they all suddenly came to their senses. It's just that no one can answer this question about the king camel.

Wang Huozi broke free from the clutches of the big man, straightened his torn robe, and said in an orderly manner: "Because Feng Dequan has become a drought, he has not been corrupted." ”

"Feng Dequan is a drought?"

"How is this possible?"

"The droughts are changed by people?"

Wang Huozi's words seemed to have the potential of earth-shattering, and his words stirred up a thousand waves, and everyone couldn't believe their ears.

Feng Dequan was a farmer who couldn't beat a fart with three sticks before his death, and he was the most honest, they couldn't imagine that such a person who had never even walked out of Ganhe Town in his life would be the culprit of the drought.

In the face of everyone's questions, Wang Huozi asked unhurriedly: "Then who can tell me, if it is not a drought, why its corpse still maintains its original appearance." ”

The crowd was speechless again, and the king's words sounded unreasonable, but there was no way to refute them.

Of course, someone still found the problem: "Feng Dequan, no, this drought is lying in a coffin, and it is still buried in the ground, and it can't even move, how can it be thousands of miles away?" ”

When the king camel heard this, he snorted lightly and said, "Didn't I already say just now that this drought has not yet become a climate. It is precisely because of the climate that we need to prevent it before it happens, burn it to death before it happens, and completely eliminate it. ”

Among the crowd, after seeing Feng Dequan's body that had not decomposed for half a year, they completely believed in what the drought said, and some didn't believe it much, but they also thought that even if Feng Dequan was not a drought fish, he was very evil and couldn't keep it.

"Without further ado, let's do it together."

In the end, except for Feng Mazi, everyone unanimously agreed to burn Feng Dequan's body.

Wang Huozi looked at Feng Dequan's body in the raging fire, shrank into the crowd, and quietly retreated.

It was night, and the king camel's lantern was not hit, and in the dead of night, he touched the outside of the village, under a banyan tree.

Seeing the figure under the banyan tree, he was overjoyed, walked over, and said in a flattering voice: "Master Dao, the matter has been done, do you see the remaining silver?" ”

With just a little trickery and a little tongue, he incited those hopelessly stupid people to get things done beautifully, without any flaws, and without even having to do it himself.

After getting five hundred taels of silver, the king camel thanked him happily and turned to leave.

But he turned around, and suddenly let out a muffled grunt, and then fell to the ground with a snap, and the silver rolled to the ground.

"Money can make ghosts grind, hey, it's a pity that you are a human, not a ghost, and you can't afford it." (To be continued......)