Qiankun Storyteller

Chapter 20
"Are you finally coming back?"

"Poor Wuhan University, dying!"

"We must kill that adulterer and silver woman to avenge my brother!"

"And Wang Po, that old pig and dog can't let go!"

Everyone in the audience spoke one after another, and finally became calm.

Su Wen also continued: "In the mourning hall of the Great Master Wu, Pan Jinlian set up a spiritual tablet with the inscription "The position of my deceased husband Wu Dalang", and lit a glazed lamp with some prayer flags and gold and silver paper ingots pasted inside. Do enough surface work.

Since then, she and Ximen Qing have had fun upstairs at home every day, unlike before in the Wang Po's room, where they just had sex, but now there is no one in the house, and they are not afraid to sing all night long. Ximen Qing lingers and forgets to return. None of them returned home.

The two always had fun, singing and drinking at will.There is no one near or far on this street who doesn't know about this matter, and they are even more aware of Wu Da's death, but they are all afraid of Ximen Qing, and no one dares to meddle in other people's business.

In this way, six days passed, and in a blink of an eye it was the first day of Wu Da's first seven, and the two of them were still having fun upstairs at home as before, not caring about the first seven at all. "

After finishing speaking, Su Wen smiled coldly: "As the saying goes, extreme happiness begets sorrow, but it is not extreme happiness. Then Pan Jinlian and Ximen Qing are still having sex upstairs, but they don't know that Wu Song is worried about his brother, and he finished his work early, and hurried back to Yanggu County.

Either heaven and man have feelings, or heart-blood connection, Wu Song's mind is restless on the road, his body and mind are in a trance, and he has a bad feeling.

Seeing Wu Song rushing back, the neighbors were all startled, and secretly shouted: "This is a disaster for Xiao Qiang, and the God of Tai Sui has returned. How can we give up when we see Wu Da's death? Something will happen, but I just don't know." Who is higher and who is lower, who is stronger and who is weaker, he or that Ximen Qing?"

"of course?"

Just as Su Wen finished speaking, he saw shouts from the audience.

"It must be Wu Song Gaoqiang!"

"Then what is Ximenqing worthy of comparison with Wu Song?"

"The white-fronted worm on Jingyang Ridge can't beat Wu Song's three punches, so can Ximen Qing compare to the worm on Jingyang Ridge?"

"Let the adulterer, the silver woman, and the old pig and dog know Wu Song's fist today!"

Everyone was filled with righteous indignation, and they couldn't stand the comparison between Ximen Qing and Wu Song.

It seems that this tiger fighting hero has successfully accumulated a group of loyal fans.

This can not only provide Su Wen with aura, but also get a certain discount when Wu Song and related book treasures are manifested, reducing consumption, increasing revenue and reducing expenditure.

Good things come in pairs, strike while the iron is hot, Su Wen continued: "Wu Song hurried back, and saw two black and white spirit lamps hanging in front of the door of Master Wu from a distance, he realized something in his heart, and immediately jumped off the horse Come on, break open the door of the house, rush into the house, and then see the whole house full of Bai Su, and the spirit card is written impressively—the position of the dead husband Wu Dalang!"

"Snapped!"

Xingmu took the picture, and there was a thunderous sound, which made everyone's tense hearts jump suddenly, almost bursting. Before they could scream and scold, they saw Su Wen, the culprit, shouting on the stage: "

The black and white seven characters, just like this sound, exploded in Wu Song's mind like a bolt from the blue, causing the man like an iron tower to freeze in place, lost his soul, and lost his soul!
"elder brother!"

"How?"

"How come!"

"How could it be!!!"

I don't know how long it took before seeing the soul return, Wu Song screamed wildly, rushed to the spirit, grabbed Wu Dalang's spiritual seat, and hissed: "Brother, who killed you, who killed you, who killed you!" you!!!"

"This……"

"It's that adulterer and rich woman!"

"Erlang hold on, avenge your brother!"

Everyone sank into the book, as if they saw Wu Song who was distraught and looked like a madman, they couldn't help shouting.

Su Wen also said at the right time: "Then Ximen Qinghe and Pan Jinlian were having fun upstairs, they were startled by Wu Song's cry, got up and ran to the back door, and left from Wang Po's house, Wu Song didn't notice any difference in the movement upstairs .

After Ximen Qing escaped, only Pan Jinlian was left. Although she was also full of panic, she finally calmed down after thinking about the arrangements made by Wang Po before, and put on her makeup and put on mourning.

It turns out that this woman has only put on heavy make-up since she died of medicine, and she has had fun with Ximen Qing, and she has never worn filial piety at all. Now that Wu Song has returned, she can only hurriedly wash off the rouge powder in the basin, and then remove the jewelry hairpin Huan, with fluffy hair, took off the red skirt, put on a filial piety shirt, and then came down from upstairs choking with sobs and pretending to cry. "

"Humph!"

"I can pretend!"

"See how she explains it!"

"Does this silver lady know how to be afraid?"

Everyone shouted and scolded coldly.

Su Wen continued: "Pan Jinlian's fake cry also awakened Wu Song from his grief, he raised a pair of blood-covered tiger eyes, suppressed boundless grief, boundless anger, and boundless murderous intent, stood up and looked at Pan Jinlian. Asked coldly: "Sister-in-law, what's going on, I've only been away from home for a few days, why did my brother die? "

How dare Pan Jinlian meet Wu Song's eyes, she just covered her face and cried and said: "Since you left, your brother has been worrying every day, suffering from cramping pain in his chest, and went to see the doctor, saying that he was congenitally deficient, and he was overworked the day after tomorrow. There is no cure for the medicine stone, I asked the gods for divination, and I gave him all the medicines, but he still couldn't save him, leaving me alone!"

"Heart pain, congenital defect?"

Hearing this, Wu Song became suspicious immediately. The two brothers depended on each other for life since childhood, and he never knew what kind of heart disease his brother had.

Seeing that Wu Song was suspicious, Wang Po, who was watching from the outside, hurried in and helped cover it up: "Yes, I was the doctor I accompanied Jin Lian to find, and asked for medicine, but I still couldn't save your brother, poor, poor! "

Pan Jinlian also said: "I killed Wang Ganniang, I am a woman, I can't lift my shoulders, I can't lift my hands, if I don't have Ganniang to help me, I'm afraid your brother will not be able to take care of his funeral!"

After finishing speaking, Su Wen smiled coldly: "When these two people sang together, they were going to get rid of the matter, but what a man Wu Song is, he is as bold as a fight, as thoughtful as a man, extremely brave, and astute, and he will bring the two together. The man saw it in his eyes, remembered it in his heart, and asked: "Where is my brother buried? "

Pan Jinlian cried and said: "I am a woman and I have no money. Where can I find a grave to bury in the ground? I can only burn it with a fire. I gather a few pieces of bones and go home to worship them. They will be placed in the altar. If my uncle wants to see them, he will go to the altar." Look, woo woo woo!"

Seeing her crying, Wu Song didn't say a word for a while, and turned out the door in a muffled voice. When he came back, he had changed into plain clothes, and he hid a wrist-relieving knife with a long point, a long handle, a thick back and a thin blade, and went to the county to buy it again. He bought some rice, flour, pepper, etc., joss sticks and paper, and knelt in front of the coffin and said, "Brother's ghost is not far away. If you are wronged and killed by others, come to me in your dreams at night, and brother will avenge you!"

"This……"

"Just believe it?"

"Wu Song is too easy to deceive, isn't he?"

"Dream at night, why dream at night?"

"If there really are ghosts and gods in the world, how can we allow wicked people to rule?"

Seeing that Wu Song did this, everyone expressed their disappointment.

Su Wen would not let the audience down, and immediately added: "Wu Song certainly doesn't believe what those two said, but Pan Jinlian is the wife of the deceased brother, and he has no evidence and dare not force him, so he has to make such a gesture." After tonight, use the pretext of a ghost dreaming, take down the queen mother and the silver lady, and then press the neighbors to find out the truth about the death of the elder brother!"

"I see!"

"It's our fault!"

"Wu Song is really brave and resourceful!"

After hearing Su Wen's explanation, everyone was relieved.

But Su Wen didn't use this momentum to start the development of Wudu Touzhi's anti-drug case, but...

"Wu Song finished speaking, and regardless of how everyone reacted, he took a roll of bedding and slept in the mourning hall. He planned to take down the suspicious Wang Po and Pan Jinlian tomorrow, using the excuse of the dead soul to entrust his dream, and then questioned the neighbors. The cause of his brother's death.

When everyone saw this, they didn't dare to say anything about him. After dark, Pan Jinlian cried for a while, then went up to the second floor, and Wang Po also returned to the tea house. In the mourning hall of the Wu family, only Wu Song was left. Lying down and sleeping alone.

But when his elder brother died suddenly, Wu Song couldn't sleep, so he sat up after a while, staring at his elder brother's spirit card in a daze. "

"Right now!"

Su Wen made a sudden cry, causing everyone to jump in fear: "There is a burst of cold air coming out of the spirit card!"

"Air conditioner?"

"What air-conditioning?"

Everyone was surprised.

Su Wen said: "The cold air is invisible and shadowless, neither fog nor smoke. It swirls like a strange wind blowing into the bones and cold, biting like evil spirits piercing through the flesh, it is dim and dark, and the lights in front of the coffin are dimmed; it is miserable and gloomy, with paper money scattered on the wall. Poison-eating ghosts are hidden indistinctly, and soul-inducing banners are fluttering one after another."

"Exactly—Wu University is back!"

(End of this chapter)