The short-lived ghost of the Xie family has lived a long life

Chapter 775 Skeletons
A doubt in Yan Sanhe's mind was solved.

The mother and daughter were also killed by the man in black, but with an extra fire.

So who set the fire?
Is it the man in black?
In order to follow the example of the Daqi royal family, frame Wu Guanyue and his son?
Or the one who rescued her?
In order to cover up his behavior of stealing from a dragon to a phoenix?

"Chen Pi, since you discovered that the soles of your feet are dirty, then..."

Yan Sanhe stared at him, "Have you ever thought carefully about the reason why the soles of your feet are dirty?"

Regarding the Zheng family's memories of those eight years, Yan Sanhe has not yet recovered, so she is not sure why her mother appeared on her bed in the middle of the night with dirty feet.

Chen Pi quickly lowered his eyelids, not daring to look at Yan Sanhe: "I don't know, I can't understand, and I don't dare to think about it in detail."

wrong!

He is lying.

Yan Sanhe looked at the room and suddenly asked, "You haven't married and had children yet, have you?"

"We are people who deal with dead people every day. Which girl from a good family dares to marry into the family? If you marry those shady people, you will become a family troubler."

Yan Sanhe: "You just said that you became like this because of that corpse collection."

Chen Pi nodded.

Yan Sanhe: "Is it the feet of the female corpse that made you what you are now?"

Like a drop of cold water falling into a pan of oil.

Chen Pi suddenly became extremely angry, and his two skull-like eyes popped out.

"You fart, you're talking nonsense, I don't have... not those feet, no."

"You don't have anything?"

Yan Sanhe's eyes darkened, "Didn't you sneak a few times while cleaning those feet?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the expressions of Chen Pi and Xie Zhifei changed almost at the same time.

Chen Pi's face was full of ferocity and grief. If Xie Zhifei hadn't looked at him with a knife-like gaze, he would have rushed up to tear Yan Sanhe into pieces.

Yan Sanhe met Chen Pi's gaze and looked over.

He said it was the only woman's foot he had ever seen;
He said, the feet are white and tender;

He was incoherent;
He dared not meet her eyes;
When he was 30 years old, he had not yet married a wife and had children...

Under the gaze of Xie Zhifei and Yan Sanhe, Chen Pi shrank little by little, becoming more shriveled and more like a dead person.

Yes.

Chen Pi's drooped eyelids moved.

When no one was paying attention, he secretly touched those feet a few times.

No woman was willing to marry him, not even the widow with her children, who despised the fact that his hands had touched a dead person.

It's not easy to meet a girl who doesn't dislike her, but the girl's mother-in-law doesn't want to, saying she can't afford to lose that person.

Therefore, most of the marriages in their line of marriage are from families who are engaged in idle work and intermarry with each other.

But he doesn't want to.

If you marry a girl who works as a prostitute, your children will also have to do this for generations to come. Isn’t this endless?
He was determined to marry an outside woman, but no outside woman was willing to marry him.

It just goes on like this, delaying it year after year.

He is a normal man. Although he deals with dead people all day long, he also has the desire for living people.

Although the corpse had been there for two days and the smell was very strong, the feet were frighteningly white and frighteningly tender.

He really couldn't hold it back and played with it a few times. Unexpectedly, he had a nightmare at night.

A few days later, he heard about the intestines and cowhide again, and when he thought of the dirt on the feet of the female corpse, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.He didn't know what was wrong, it was just an intuition, and he was very scared.

Not only was he afraid that his touching the female corpse's feet would be exposed, but he was also afraid that officials would come to him to ask about the intestines.

For half a month, he dreamed every day that Zheng Yu's youngest son came to ask for his life.

From that time on, he vomited whatever he ate and became thinner and thinner day by day.

When Chen Pi became a disciple, his master said something to him:

He said: Don't look at the dead man lying there motionless. He can actually talk. It is written on his face and body.

An old man with filial children is clean and does not smell of urine at all;
Children who are unfilial will be covered with sores;

Those who are dying of illness have a yellowish air on their faces, resentment and hostility;
Those who died unjustly could not close their eyes.

Pi Zi, in our profession, we have to respect the dead. For those who have been murdered for their money and their lives, sometimes we have to speak up for them, redress their grievances, and accumulate some blessings for ourselves in the next life.

Chen Pi wanted to say, Master, how can I speak and redress my grievances?
They placed me alone in Haitang Courtyard because I was young and inexperienced. I had a blind old mother, a younger brother and a younger sister.

I am just a humble person. The nobles crushing me to death is as simple as crushing an ant to death. I can only shut up!

Chen Pi pulled open his cotton-padded jacket and took off his underwear, revealing his skeleton.

"Miss Yan, look what I've become like? I've never been afraid of touching a dead body, and I've never been afraid of sleeping in a graveyard in the middle of the night. I, I..."

His skull-like face quickly twisted.

"Just because I touched that woman's feet and recirculated my intestines, I became like this, a human and a ghost. I think this is enough retribution."

Yan Sanhe slowly leaned closer, "So, Qian Chengjiang didn't just sleep to death. He was silenced."

Chen Pi trembled all over, with extreme fear on his face.

"Is there a third mystery you haven't told me?"

Yan Sanhe: "For example, when you were collecting corpses in Haitang Courtyard, someone kept staring at you, otherwise you wouldn't have said that you took advantage of others when they weren't paying attention?"

Chen Pi couldn't say a word.

Who is this girl named Yan Sanhe?

She, how could she seem to have seen it with her own eyes?
"It was Qian Chengjiang who was watching me personally, as well as many other guards."

"So, once Qian Chengjiang dies, you are even more afraid?"

Yan Sanhe didn't wait for Api to answer, and then said:
"He was the one who arranged for you to enter Haitang Courtyard. You were afraid that one day you would die like this inexplicably.

You can't eat, you can't sleep, you're worried all day long, and you're in trouble, so you're getting thinner and thinner, and finally become a living skeleton? "

Chen Pi couldn't say a word.

She guessed everything right, all of them.

Over the years, whenever he closed his eyes, he would see his white and tender feet, and whenever he ate, the food in his bowl would become his bloody intestines.

When he drank water, he would spit out the water.

In the first eight years, he could still go out to collect corpses, but in the past two years, he was even afraid to go out. He always felt that everyone was looking at him with strange eyes and wanted to kill him.

He only felt safe when he hid in bed and covered himself tightly.

Yan Sanhe stood up, stretched out his hand, gathered the inner jacket and cotton-padded jacket for Chen Pi, then took the quilt on the side and covered him.

"tell me."

She followed the temptation and asked, "What is so strange about the death of Qian Chengjiang, the Minister of Justice, that makes you so scared?"

(End of this chapter)