"Second uncle?" I asked.

"Dear!"

Without waiting for Han Xing to answer, the three villagers picked up and talked about the grievances of the old Han family over the years.

In fact, it's easy to say, it's all a family split.

The old Han family used to make tofu, but in the early years, they were closed-minded, and selling tofu was looked down upon.

Old Han Tou can endure hardships, has good craftsmanship, and made a lot of money a few years ago, and built a small western-style building in the village, and some people are red-eyed.

It was none other than the elder brother of the old Han Tou, Han Erbao, who said that it was unreasonable to divide the family back then, and that the building was on the Han family's ancestral house, and he should have a share.

The old Han had a stubborn temper, and he quarreled without saying a few words, but as a result, a few fights were fought, and they were obviously brothers, but they didn't get along with each other.

"If this is done by Erbao, it will not be authentic, and it will lack eight lifetimes of virtue!"

When it was over, the villagers sighed again, and their eyes were full of sympathy when they looked at Han Xing.

After understanding what happened, I sighed my tooth Huazi, if this thing was really done by Han Laoer, then he is really not a thing, this heart is too poisonous, this is his own brother and nephew!

"Han Xing, it's not certain if your second uncle did it, let's cover the coffin first, we can't leave your grandma like this!"

This is a family matter, and I can't persuade you to deal with the matter in front of you first.

Han Xing was very obedient, and the three villagers covered the coffin and buried the soil together, and I muttered a few words in front of the grave, asking the old lady not to be surprised, and to find a good day to repair her grave in a few days.

Han Xing was silent from beginning to end, I can see that he has the intention of killing his uncle, and now he is not doing it, I am afraid that he is waiting to arrange the aftermath of the old Han Tou.

The villagers were also very knowledgeable, and they were silent all the way, and they didn't dare to persuade them.

When he got home, Han Xing went straight to the spiritual bed, didn't say a word, just knelt in front of the old Han Tou and knocked his head.

Zhang Mo was also there, sitting there drinking porridge, looking at Han Xing kowtowing lightly, looking like he knew everything.

"Han Xing, you go upstairs and lie down for a while, what's the matter, wait until your father is buried!" Han Xing looked like this, I was afraid that something would happen, so I quickly persuaded him.

Han Xing nodded, didn't say anything, and went straight upstairs.

The harder the person presses, the stronger the rebound, Han Xing is like this, I can't say what kind of thing he will do when the time comes!

In this case, Zhang Mo was still so calm, it was wrong to say anything, I walked up to her and asked tentatively, "Do you know the situation of the Han family?" ”

Zhang Mo drank the last mouthful of porridge, looked up at me, and said, "I know everything I should know!" ”

I thought Zhang Mo would pretend to be stupid, but I didn't expect her to come to such a sentence.

"How did Old Han Tou die, do you know?" I immediately asked again.

"Yes!"

Zhang Mo was still like that, and replied lightly.

I was stunned, what did she mean, and subconsciously looked at her, although she didn't wear makeup, but her face was very charming, and with this indifferent temperament, it gave people a cold and glamorous feeling.

How could such a woman go to the construction site to cook, and how could she marry an old man?

Maybe it was too close, I was a little absorbed for a while, the corners of Zhang Mo's mouth hooked a perfect arc, and asked lightly: "Am I good-looking?" ”

"Beautiful!"

I opened my mouth, and two words popped out directly, and I regretted it after speaking, Zhang Moruo glanced at me meaningfully, and said: "Say that other women are good-looking, does your wife know?" With that, she took the bowl and the basin and walked towards the kitchen.

What does she mean by that? What does my wife know?

Zhang Mo is not a simple woman, she probably knows more than me, whether it is the Han family's affairs, or the affairs of me and Chu Mo.

I couldn't sit still at all, followed Zhang Mo to the kitchen, and asked her what she knew?

Zhang Mo didn't say a word, and concentrated on brushing the dishes, as if nothing had happened just now.

She was like this, and I had nowhere to start.

After a while, someone began to come to the door to help Zhang Luo with the aftermath of the old Han Tou, and Han Xing also came down from upstairs, so I didn't have a chance to talk to Zhang Mo at all.

Instead of this, I might as well go home and see if I can see Chu Mo, so I confessed to Han Xing: "I'll go home, come back in the afternoon, you can call me if you have something!" ”

Han Xing still looked gloomy, nodded and didn't say anything!

After I got home, I got some food for Rhubarb to eat, and took out the pendant and tablet, which were fragrant and dripping blood, and tossed for a long time, and there was no figure.

I had no choice but to ride my bicycle to the Fox Fairy Temple, and the result was the same, I didn't see anything.

I don't know it at all, my debut or something was originally Chu Mo chasing ducks on the shelves, but now it's good, but she's gone.

I don't care about these things, but the old Han family is so miserable that I can't get over myself, and I don't know how to manage it.

"What the fuck!"

I burst into a foul language, and I was still a little worried about Chu Mo, although she was a fox fairy, I could also see through the events of the past two days that she and the gray Xiaoliu and Huang Qi were not all the way at all.

She didn't show up yesterday, something must have happened!

After staying up like this for a day, Chu Mo never appeared, and nothing happened to the Han family, but the time for the spirit was set, just tomorrow.

The second uncle Han Erbao in Han Xing's mouth never appeared, I don't know if it was because of a weak heart or other reasons.

In the afternoon, I went to Han Erbao's house to explore the road under the guidance of the villagers, and his yard was completely enclosed, just like Lao Wang, and there was nothing to see from the outside.

After dark, Han Xing didn't stay in the spirit tonight, only me, him and Zhang Mo were in the empty mourning hall, and a corpse was added.

Han Xing sat on the spiritual bed, looking at the old Han Tou in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking!

Zhang Mo is also a little abnormal, this time yesterday, she went back upstairs to sleep, but today she kept flipping through a book with a book.

I paced back and forth, I really couldn't stand the depressing atmosphere in the mourning hall, and at this time, there was nothing to hide, I believe that Han Xing was not stupid, he should be able to see that something was wrong with Zhang Mo.

Thinking of this, I walked up to Zhang Mo and said, "Can I ask you a question?" ”

Zhang Mo didn't raise his head, and spit out lightly: "Your trouble is coming!" ”

"What?"

As soon as I spat out a word, the light in the room flickered, and suddenly went out, leaving only the everlasting lamp in front of the funeral bed still burning, and a pale yellow halo of light appeared, providing an insignificant light.

Zhang Mo put away the book for a long time, crossed her hands together, and squinted her eyes like watching a play, not knowing what she was thinking!

Han Xing was still in that daze, looking at the corpse of the old Han Tou in a daze, but I froze, and suddenly felt a little cold in the room.

There was an eerie silence in the mourning hall for a while, and there was no extra sound except for the sound of our breathing.

"Dad?"

Han Xing's exclamation broke the silence, and I turned my head suddenly, on the spiritual bed, the old Han didn't know when he opened his eyes, and just like yesterday, his eyes seemed to pop out.

He turned his head slowly, probably because he was too stiff, and every time he turned at an angle, there was a creaking sound from the bones of his neck.

Facing such an old Han head, Han Xing not only was not afraid, but instead leaned forward, stared at the bloodshot eyes, and asked in a neurotic tone: "Dad, you want me to take revenge, don't you?" ”

"Grass!"

I don't know what to say at this time, how things developed like this, the pit that the big mouse dug for me is really not shallow.

"Ho-ho!"

Old Han Tou made a strange sound from his throat, and a thin hand suddenly stretched out and grabbed Han Xing's neck.

Han Xing held the thin arm with both hands and slapped it again and again, his face was hideous because of the sudden lack of oxygen, but the corners of his mouth grinned in a strange arc.

"Let go!"

I was very scared at this time, but it was more of an anger, and as soon as my brain was hot, I rushed over and helped Han Xing break the hand of the old Han.

The moment I touched that hand, a piercing coldness followed, and I shuddered, and there was a force in my hand, which directly broke the fingers of the old Han head.

Han Xing took this opportunity to break free, fell to the ground and gasped for breath, the old Han didn't care about me, the eyes that were about to stare at Han Xing, he wanted Han Xing to die.

"Run!"

I turned my head sideways and shouted at Han Xing, who didn't know if he was stupid or something, and sat on the ground motionless.

"Are you stupid?"

I didn't care about anything else, I dragged Han Xing with my head and wanted to run out, but the old Han didn't chase it, just sat on the spiritual bed and looked at Han Xing coldly.

"Big brother? Second brother? ”

dragged Han Xing without running two steps, and I heard an exclamation from Han Xing in my ears.

I looked up, and I didn't know when there were two more figures at the door, and in the dim light, I couldn't see their faces clearly.

There is a blocked door in front, and there is an old man in the back, it is impossible to run, we are in a desperate situation.

"Han Erbao!"

Han Xing gritted his teeth and spit out three words word by word.

Behind him, the old Han slowly stood up and walked towards us step by step.

Only Zhang Mo is the calmest, she is the same as before, like an outsider, watching all this lightly.

The old Han Tou is getting closer and closer, the space in the mourning hall is limited, it is impossible to run, I am a little confused, the pit dug for me by the big mouse seems to be a bit big.