The duke of the governor's family is leaving again

Chapter 107 The Ghosts Take Responsibility

"I don't blame him." As soon as she got on the horse, Chen Yuan was limp and buckled the saddle tightly, wishing she could only feel safe by lying close to the horse's back, and she didn't have much strength to speak.

"But you didn't talk to Junior Brother Liu just now..." In order to maintain the harmony and friendship between the master and the school, Zeng Shuisheng was worried, and after finishing speaking in a low voice, he turned back to Liu Yanchun and said, "Junior Sister is tired all day, so I don't want to talk. "

"..." Do you think I'm an idiot? Liu Yanchun was speechless, "Brother, do you think I can't see it? I also feel sorry for Senior Sister, so I didn't talk to her."

Mrs. Jiang, who was riding on a little donkey, had her hands tied. Yan Xiaoliu led the little donkey and walked in front of Chen Yuan.

Mrs. Jiang was used to walking these mountain roads. She sat leisurely on the donkey's back, as if she was just going out to visit relatives.

Hearing what the last three people said, they imagined the emotional entanglement of one woman and two men, and giggled.

"Granny Jiang, you suddenly laughed, it's weird." Yan Xiaoliu rubbed the goosebumps on his arm from fright. Carrying the coffin in the middle of the night would be horrifying, but the old woman suddenly laughed...

Chen Yuan was also frightened by her, and her whole body was refreshed.

"Is this scary? You've never seen anything really scary." Mrs. Jiang turned around triumphantly, casting her eyes on the girl lying on the horse's back.

How do you look at it, how do you dislike it, and asked with a look of nostrils, "Xiao Zuo, do you know why I am so sure that you didn't find the murder weapon?"

Either you were with the murderer, or you saw the murderer, saw him take the murder weapon away, or saw him throw the murder weapon away.

In the end, Chen Yuan still didn't say that, and had already left the village. If the murderer sneaked in, it would be impossible to guard against it. The old lady did it herself, and she couldn't just send the bait to death with peace of mind.

If you have any questions, it's better to ask after you return to Yizhuang.

Unexpectedly, Mrs. Jiang is not a peaceful person. Chen Yuan didn't answer, and it didn't affect her singing a one-man show, "Because..."

She drew her voice long, and in the night, her old voice added a bit of horror, "The one who killed Dong Sanpao's family was not a human, but a ghost!"

"..."

"Is this scary?" Mrs. Jiang glanced at the unfazed young people, "Many murders are not committed by humans, even the few cases I have seen that have been used for autopsies, the basis for the final verdict , I think it’s all far-fetched, but if it’s made by ghosts, then it’s seamless.”

"..." A layman usually comments on an insider in this tone.

The yamen servants have also seen a lot of people like this, who don't believe in evidence, don't believe in testimony, and some people only believe what they want to believe.

Therefore, for a while, no one responded to Mrs. Jiang, because they couldn't understand her at all.

Interrogation cannot be carried out on the mountain road.

"I know you don't believe me, Dong Sanpao's family's misfortune was also caused by him." Mrs. Jiang still had the proud attitude that I knew everything, I knew everything, everyone was drunk and I was sober.

Why don't you come and ask me?
Chen Yuan read the message from her eyes, lay on the horse's back, and continued to rest with her eyes closed.

The yamen servants didn't want to be interrogated on the road, and the young and middle-aged people in Xiyuan Village didn't want to discuss such a terrible thing while carrying the coffin on the night journey.

For a while, the topic that Mrs. Jiang wanted to raise was reposted again.

She is quite eager to confide, and if everyone doesn't ask, she just wants to say, "Since the first daughter-in-law of Sanbao remarried and gave birth to a child, this child of Sanbao vented a bad breath in order to have a future. He prayed to God and Buddha everywhere, and he didn't know how much water he drank. Big tank, but the hexagram of children and grandchildren has never changed, it has always been the hexagram of fate without children."

This may be the rebellious psychology brought about by rejuvenation. As long as her mouth is not blocked, she can keep talking.

The coffin-carrying team should have been dull and solemn, but she was in front of the dead with great interest, exposing the scars of the dead.

Many fellow villagers felt that she was going too far, even though Mrs. Jiang had always been like this in the village, regardless of other people's emotions, and only cared about her own happiness.

But this time was different. Dong Ming, the eldest nephew of Village Chief Dong, sensed everyone's emotions, and spoke first, "Grandma Jiang, don't talk about it, the dead are the ones."

"I'm an old lady who is about to enter the earth, how can I be afraid of a junior like him?" On the way out, Mrs. Jiang felt that the young men in Xiyuan Village had to listen to her, "Dong Sanpao had to call me grandma when I was alive, Can you disrespect me if you die?"

"This..." Dong Ming had nothing to say if he was overwhelmed by his seniority.

Dong Ming didn't speak, and the young people surnamed Dong in the village didn't dare to disobey Mrs. Jiang.

This is also the first time Chen Yuan has seen the wonderful thing about discussing seniority with the deceased.

No one stopped her from speaking, and Mrs. Jiang continued, "This is what Sanpao did wrong. As an elder, I tell him to let him have a long memory and be a person who accepts his fate in the next life, so as not to kill the whole family. .”

These words were so harsh that the young and middle-aged men of Xiyuan Village headed by Dong Ming couldn't bear to look up at the coffin where Dong Sanpao's body was buried, and the cold sweat couldn't stop dripping down.

Three treasures, don't blame us, Mrs. Jiang is such a person, no one can cure her mouth!

"If there is no child, there will be no child. He wants to disobey the destiny destined by heaven and force his son." Boss Jiang snorted coldly. She had already reached the age of knowing her destiny, so she couldn't bear the sight of young people bumping into each other for impossible things. Bloody head.

"Those serious monks and Taoist priests have been persuading him to look away. How can he be open? He just wants to give birth to a queen, to prove that he is a man, and to slap Zhang's face."

These words are in line with the news from the village chief.

Next, Mrs. Jiang's words turned into a slander, "I don't know what kind of mountain spirit and wild monster Sanpao worshiped, and what kind of unclean thing he provoked. I have seen his strange appearance, but it is better than before. San Pao is gentle, courteous, knowledgeable and courteous."

"Can you imagine the rude and rude Sanpao giving me a polite gift? He is extremely polite to me." Everyone only thought that Mrs. Jiang was talking about Liaozhai. Anyway, she couldn't keep her mouth shut, so they just listened to the story.

Mrs. Jiang didn't look like she was making up stories to scare children. She recalled it seriously, showing an expression of appreciation, "If that thing is a spirit, it is also a well-resourced thousand-year-old spirit; A humble scholar brought up by a scholarly family. Since meeting him that time, within two months, Mrs. Dong Zhou was pregnant with a child."

"You say, is this a strange thing? I don't know if the child belongs to Dong Sanpao, or the seed of the thing possessing him."

A young man who was carrying the coffin finally couldn't help but say, "Grandma Jiang, don't scare us younger kids. The story is very good, and I was also scared by you. Please be considerate to us. Let Sanbao's family be treated first." Send the six to Yizhuang, let's listen to your story again?!"

"Do you think I'm making up stories to lie to you?" Mrs. Jiang straightened her back in anger, her voice was like a bell, rippling in the valley, bringing echoes.

(End of this chapter)