Two days is not a very long time, Wu Shiqing has been staying in the hall in the past two days, except for cooking rice and washing dishes for Wu Dan, and his eyes have never closed.

He was clothed in sackcloth, with a white veil wrapped around his head, bloodshot eyes, dull skin, and an extremely haggard appearance.

Wu Dan walked into the hall, looked at Wu Shiqing's bald appearance, and let out a long sigh, "Dad, there will be a funeral tonight, you go and sleep, otherwise you won't have the energy to host at night." ”

Wu Shiqing shook his head sluggishly, "I'm not sleepy, Dan'er, you wash all the dishes in the kitchen first, and the things in the kitchen at night will work hard for you......"

Wu Dan felt that Wu Shiqing had suddenly aged a lot, so she gently left the hall and went into the kitchen to buy vegetables.

……

In the evening, the villagers came to the hall one after another to mourn Kaiwen, and Wu Shiqing began to greet them, sending a "world show" to everyone.

One of them, an old man in a suit and leather shoes, was followed by two burly men, dragging a hemp rope. The old man's body was a little fat, and he walked into the hall with his head held high, his expression was a little arrogant, and he glanced at the people in the hall with disdain.

This old man is Yang Zhengguo, the village of Yang Huai Village.

"Yo, the village chief, you're here too!" Wu Shiqing hurriedly sent a cigarette to the old man.

Yang Zhengguo looked at the cigarette in Wu Shiqing's hand with disdain, "The world shows? Wu Daduangong, how did you embarrass this kind of four-dollar pack of cigarettes to a visitor? At least you can afford the money of the villagers. ”

In Yang Zhengguo's eyes, Wu Shiqing is the kind of person who engages in "feudal superstition", and always thinks that he is swaggering and deceiving ignorant villagers.

Duan Gong or Mr. Yin and Yang, he has always looked down on him.

"I'm sorry, the funeral was prepared in a hurry...... But don't worry, I won't take money this time......" Wu Shiqing was a little embarrassed.

"Wu Duangong, what are you talking about, it's not like we can't get a share of the money." It was Uncle Zhang who spoke.

Aunt Li stood up, "Wu Duangong, it's not easy for you to hold a funeral, and the money is also a little bit of our heart!" ”

"Yes, Wu Daduan Gong can't work in vain!" Yang Zhengguo scoffed.

Wu Shiqing ignored Yang Zhengguo, he said to the villagers seriously: "This funeral is for Brother Xiang Kaiwen, I am not related to Xiang Kaiwen, I don't want to give others a handle because of the money, and discredit Duangong!" ”

When the villagers saw Wu Shiqing's serious face, they didn't say anything more.

"Wu Daduangong, I just want to ask Xiang Kaiwen if he will die in your home......"

Ma Mingxiang strode into the hall. He was dressed very formally today, wearing a golden robe, a small basket hanging from his waist, a peachwood sword hanging from his back, and a boxy hat on his head.

"Ma Daochang, why are you here?" Wu Shiqing stared intently at the basket around his waist, thoughtful.

Ma Mingxiang found a bench to sit down and sat upright, "Wu Daduangong, you haven't answered my question yet!" How could Xiang Kaiwen die in your home?! ”

"What? Xiang Kaiwen died in Wu Duangong's house?! ”

"No wonder the Wu Duan Guild personally organized the funeral for an outsider, and it was in his own home! Turns out there's a story in this......"

"It seems that this funeral is not as simple as imagined!"

……

Wu Shiqing only notified the nearby villagers to participate in Xiang Kaiwen's funeral, and never revealed anything else. Obviously, these villagers were completely unaware of Xiang Kaiwen's death in Wu Shiqing's room.

The villagers' discussion made Wu Shiqing a little anxious, and he chose to tell the truth of the matter:

"That's right, Xiang Kaiwen did die in my guest room. He was tricked and only lasted until the morning of the next day......"

"You're lying!" Ma Mingxiang moved the small bamboo basket on his waist to the back, and immediately interrupted Wu Shiqing, "There are no people in the village who know how to use Gu!" ”

Ma Mingxiang deliberately walked in front of Yang Zhengguo, but pointed at Wu Shiqing with his hand, "It's clear that you see that Xiang Kaiwen is a lonely old man who has no support, so you want to use him to make some money!" Brutally murdered him in the middle of the night! It must be so! ”

The villagers cast questioning glances at Wu Shiqing, Wu Shiqing's face was flushed, but he didn't know how to explain.

Wu Shiqing stared at Ma Mingxiang and had a flash of inspiration, "Ma Daochang, how did you know that Xiang Kaiwen died in my guest room, didn't you hide in my house on the night of Xiang Kaiwen's accident?" ”

Ma Mingxiang's face was not red and his heart was not beating: "I calculated the ......"

The villagers looked at the two of them suspiciously, always feeling that the two people in front of them had a great connection with Xiang Kaiwen's death.

Wu Dan heard movement in the hall in the kitchen and hurriedly rushed over.

The villagers stared at the left side of U Thant's face with strange eyes, and the village showed a disgusted expression, but U Thant seemed to be used to all this.

As soon as she entered the hall, she saw Wu Shiqing and Ma Mingxiang facing each other, so she stepped forward and asked the reason, "Dad, what's going on?" ”

"Dan'er, this Ma Dao Chang has a lot of imagination, as soon as he entered the door, he began to fabricate the cause of Xiang Kaiwen's death, and even pulled me in!"

Wu Dan walked up to Ma Mingxiang, his expression was very serious, he looked at Ma Mingxiang with sharp eyes, "Ma Daochang, Uncle Xiang died in Gu, you can't conclude that my father killed him because he died in my guest room!" ”

"What do you know about a clown! Adults speak, little kids don't participate! ”

"That's it!"

Yang Zhengguo suddenly stood up from the bench, he looked at Wu Shiqing and Ma Mingxiang carefully, and said seriously: "You two are both Jianghu warlocks, and what you say is not convincing enough!" ”

"This matter is handled by our village committee! Dayong, Tiezhu, tied up Wu Shiqing and Ma Mingxiang! ”

Out of the crowd came two men with five big and three thick, holding two hemp ropes in their hands.

"Wait!"

"Yang Dacun Chief! What do you mean? Want to cross the river and tear down the bridge?! Ma Mingxiang pointed at Yang Zhengguo and asked.

Yang Zhengguo sneered: "As the head of a village, of course I have to uproot you charlatans who 'propagate superstition' and deceive the villagers!" Where does the saying come from that 'crossing the river and demolishing the bridge'? ”

"You...... You ......" Ma Mingxiang was so angry that he couldn't speak.

Tie Zhu first buckled Ma Mingxiang, and Dayong tied his hands and feet.

The villagers in the hall all stayed aside to watch the excitement, and out of fear of the village chief Yang Zhengguo, no one dared to stand up and speak.

Of course, there is no shortage of spectators in Huaxia.

"You're not allowed to tie up my daddy!" Wu Dan opened his hands and blocked in front of Wu Shiqing.

At this moment, Wu Shiqing was extremely calm, and there was not a trace of ripples on his face, "Dan'er, don't worry, I'll be fine." He gently pushed U Thant away.

"Wu Duangong, I'm sorry to offend." The iron pillar buckled Wu Shiqing, and Dayong held another hemp rope to tie his hands, and was about to squat down to tie his feet.

Wu Shiqing looked at Yang Zhengguo calmly: "Village Chief, I know that you have always been prejudiced against people like us, whether you say that I am a warlock, or whether it is to deceive the villagers, no matter what, I only have one request." ”

"I just want to finish this funeral for Xiang Kaiwen, and after Xiang Kaiwen is buried, you can do whatever you want with me."

Yang Zhengguo didn't want to agree to Wu Shiqing's request, but he glanced at the villagers beside him and began to weigh the pros and cons. After thinking about it carefully, he slowly said to Wu Shiqing: "Wu Shiqing, I, the village head, am also reasonable, don't say that I am impersonal." I will agree to your request, and you will take the initiative to finish the funeral with Xiang Kaiwen! ”

After that, Tie Zhu untied his hands for Wu Shiqing, and Dayong took Ma Mingxiang to leave with Yang Zhengguo.

Wu Shiqing took a deep breath and said to the villagers: "Fellow villagers, thank you for coming to mourn, I have already picked the date of Xiang Kaiwen's burial, and it will be ...... tomorrow."