I become a god in another world

Chapter 169

Kuai Changshun's desire to change the subject was too obvious.

Now not only Zhao Fusheng saw that something was wrong, but also Fan Wujiu and Wu Shaochun, who were belatedly aware of the situation, felt that something was wrong.

Madam Zhuang Si had a rough life, but she was actually not very young.

A grandnephew who lives next door is about the same age - Zhao Fusheng's eyes flashed and he asked again:

"Changshun, is Kuai Huaide married?"

"grown ups--"

Kuai Changshun had a pleading look on his face. Zhao Fusheng was not as easy to talk to as before, and said forcefully:

"Just answer my question, and I won't force you to ask any more questions."

"My father will beat me to death -" Kuai Changshun shook his head, a look of cowardice on his young face.

In fact, his performance was enough to explain a lot of problems. Zhao Fusheng had never thought that Kuai Huaide, who reported the Fourth Lady Zhuang's theft, might have some ulterior secrets with the Fourth Lady Zhuang.

"If you don't tell me, who will know?" Zhao Fusheng said in a gentle tone, coaxing him in a low voice: "Now a ghost case has occurred in Kuai Liang Village. The village has not seen the sun all year round and has been surrounded by darkness. Don't you want to go earlier?" Solving the ghost case will be handed over to your father and then to you after the village returns to peace in the future?"

After saying that, Zhao Fusheng said again as if unintentionally:

"I'm just asking about Kuai Huaide's situation. After all, he is the person who reported the fourth lady Zhuang."

When Kuai Changshun heard this, his eyes lit up: Yes! Your Excellency only asked about Kuai Huaide's situation and did not say anything else. What's the point of asking whether Kuai Huaide has a wife?

Thinking of this, he took a deep breath, nodded to Zhao Fusheng and said:

"Your Excellency is right, Huaide has not taken a wife——"

His answer was similar to what Zhao Fusheng had guessed.

Kuai Changshun only had one start left. Once his guard was opened, he simply said:

"Huaide's father died early, leaving only a widowed mother. In the early years, when my fourth master (Kuai Jumin) was still alive, he felt pity for the orphan and widowed mother who had a difficult life, and took good care of them. After my fourth master's death, Huaide I am also very grateful to his fourth grandfather for his kindness."

He said:

"Huaide knew that what Fourth Master was most worried about before he died was Kuai Wu's marriage, so after Kuai Wu got married, he often helped them."

Several people were talking and walking, and Kuai Chang said along the way:

"Kuai Wu is an undistinguished person. She is supported by Uncle Wu alone in the family. She is really capable. She can carry loads on her shoulders. She is not inferior to men at all. She can do everything at home and in the fields. But she is a woman after all, and sometimes she does some work. No, Huaide is very close to her, and he often helps her carry water, chop wood, and do some chores——"

After he finished speaking, he realized that he had talked too much.

Things that should be said and things that shouldn't be said all came out at once.

This Lord of the Demon Suppression Department had a strange magical power that made him feel very close to him. When she asked him, Chief Kuai couldn't hold his tongue.

He felt cold in his heart, deeply afraid that Zhao Fusheng would ask again about the relationship between Kuai Huaide and Zhuang Si Niang. Just as he was trembling with fear, Zhao Fusheng unexpectedly did not ask again, but looked at Kuai Changshun and said with a smile. :

"Thank you, these clues are very useful to me."

She was very trustworthy, saying that she only asked one question and then she really didn't ask any more questions.

Kuai Changshun was mentally prepared to tell some rumors in the village if she asked again, but Zhao Fusheng stopped at the first sight, which made him at a loss.

After a while, he said in a low voice:

"Thank you, sir."

Fan Wujiu and Wu Shaochun were also a little surprised, but Fan Wujiu didn't say much, while Wu Shaochun showed a thoughtful expression.

"Sir, the Kuai Wu family is almost here. Look, it's over there."

He raised the copper lamp in his hand and pointed toward the distance——

Several people looked in the direction he pointed, and saw a winding field path leading directly to several houses not far away under the faint light and shadow.

These houses are in the shape of a "pin" and are built around a large dam. In front of the dam is a small pond filled with broken lotus leaves.

The house has aged and is very dilapidated.

In some places, the bamboo fences fell off and were only filled with straw mixed with mud.

"My fourth master left behind five sons, but fourth uncle Kuai died of illness in his early years. Now uncle Kuai, second uncle, third uncle and Kuai Laowu all live here." Kuai Changshun pointed to the dilapidated houses and told Zhao Fusheng introduction:

"The several houses connected together over there are occupied by the uncle and the second uncle. To the south is the residence of the third uncle's family. The third uncle is a pig butcher and the family is in the best condition. There are some houses to the west behind there. , is Kuai Wu’s family, and the one next to his family is Huaide’s family.”

He was grateful for Zhao Fusheng's previous trustworthiness and was very careful when introducing the houses of these families.

"My third uncle is sick. I don't know if he's feeling better." He sighed suddenly.

"Sick?" Zhao Fusheng was stunned for a moment. Without her asking, Kuai Changshun glanced around:

"It started on the day my fifth uncle died."

He was hesitant to speak, and it was clear that there was something secret in it.

Zhao Fusheng's heart moved and he looked at Kuai Changshun.

But she kept her word and said that the last question she asked about Kuai Huaide's marriage was her last question. At this time, even though she realized that Kuai Laosan's illness was strange, she did not say anything.

The young man in front of her had a good impression of her, and she understood people's hearts well.

She gave up as soon as she saw fit. While Kuai Changshun was relieved, he must have had a weird feeling of indebtedness to her - this was human nature.

Kuai Changshun wanted to repay her, and he would take the initiative to mention Kuai Laosan's illness without her having to ask any more questions.

As long as he speaks willingly, he will not lie or deceive others.

After thinking about this clearly, Zhao Fusheng said very calmly:

"Changshun, if it's not convenient for you to tell me, forget it. I promised you that I will only ask you one last question. You have already answered it. I don't want to embarrass you."

What she said dispelled the last worries in Kuai Changshun's heart, and he said seriously:

"My lord is so considerate, I cannot let your lord risk going forward."

He stood there, holding the lamp and saying:

"On the day my fifth uncle passed away, something strange happened. When we were at my house, my father told you about it, so I won't say more."

"But my father was not careful. After my fifth uncle's death, the body did not sink. At that time, everyone was afraid. It was the third uncle, Pengju and Pengcheng who dragged the body up."

Later, after being cremated, Mrs. Zhuang's body turned into blood and disappeared mysteriously, and the villagers returned to the village in fright.

"After that, everyone realized that life would have to go on after it was no longer bright, so my father asked everyone to go home. Not long after, the third uncle's wife came to tell my father that the third uncle was sick."

Kuai Changshun's words were so obvious that Zhao Fusheng said:

"In other words, Kuai Laosan's 'illness' is related to Mrs. Zhuang Si."

"Yes."

Kuai Changshun nodded, but said solemnly:

"But this might not be a disease, but a haunting!"

"Haunted?"

Fan Wujiu, who was listening to the conversation between the two, trembled when he heard that it was haunted.

He punches people hard and is extremely ferocious; but he is very cowardly and timid when dealing with ghosts.

"What we are dealing with is a ghost case, so it's not unusual to have ghosts." Wu Shaochun comforted him.

"..."

Fan Wujiu's face turned pale, and he subconsciously touched his back, remembering the mark of the door god on Zhang Chuanshi's back, and looked at Zhao Fusheng with a hint of hope, hoping that she could also brand him.

"Yes, it's haunted!" Kuai Changshun nodded:

"Sir, Third Uncle said that she seemed to see the shadow of Fifth Uncle in the pond in front of his house."

These words made Fan and Wu tremble slightly. Zhao Fusheng's heart moved and he nodded:

"Then their family was harmed by a powerful ghost?"

"That's not true."

Kuai Changshun shook his head:

"It's just that my third uncle was haunted by a ghost and was seriously ill in bed."

Something is obviously wrong.

After the evil ghost appears, as long as you are in the ghost domain and trigger the evil ghost's murder law, there will be no one left alive.

Kuai San had dealt with ghosts but only got sick instead of dead. This was obviously something wrong.

Zhao Fusheng said no more.

After Kuai Changshun said this, he took a few steps forward again with the lamp in hand. The light shone on the small dam in the distance. When he saw the lights outside, two doors facing the courtyard dam were opened. Several heads poked out from behind the door. Kuai Changshun's eyes were sharp and he immediately shouted:

"Third uncle, eldest uncle, it's me, Changshun. My father asked me to bring you here to find Kuai Wu."

As soon as he announced his door, the few people who poked their heads out suddenly smiled.

The door of the house creaked open, and the farmyard that had been dead before suddenly became a little livelier.

"It's Changshun from Uncle Liu's family here."

"Manyin came back earlier and said that the masters from the Demon Suppression Division came to the village. They must be these people."

"Sir, please come quickly."

While he was talking, a fire suddenly lit up in the room, illuminating the dark room.

Several people walked out of the house one after another. When Zhao Fusheng and four others crossed the field and walked into the dam, they were immediately surrounded by people from the Kuai family.

"Are you hungry, sir? Why don't we make a fire and cook, and eat first before doing anything."

These people spoke to each other warmly and respectfully.

Zhao Fusheng looked at the people and found that the people surrounding her were all women with their children. Some of them were adults, but they could be seen that they were quite young and did not look like Kuai Wu's brothers or brothers.

She smiled:

"There's no need to cook. Let's sit down for a while and relax." After saying that, she winked at Fan Wujiu and Wu Shaochun, signaling them to stay with Kuai Changshun, while she was surrounded by women. Go inside.

"grown ups--"

When Wu Shaochun saw that she was going to follow these people into the house, he was a little panicked. After all, Kuai Changshun had said before that this place was haunted, and he was afraid that something would happen if Zhao Fusheng rashly entered the house with these women.

"Don't worry." Zhao Fusheng shook his head to reassure him.

Wu Shaochun was confused when he cared, forgetting that among the few people, she was the only one with the strongest power to fight against ghosts.

If this place is really haunted, it would be safest for her to go in.

Several women entered the house around her. Zhao Fusheng looked at the children surrounding her. There were two younger children, about five or six years old, who were barefoot and dirty.

After the incident in Kuai Liang Village, there was no longer any distinction between day and night. These children's schedules were disrupted and they did not sleep at this time.

"Let's talk for a while and let the children go out to play." Zhao Fusheng was impatient to deal with children. She wanted to get some words from several women, so she sent the children away first.

The three peasant women turned their attention to an older woman. She nodded and shouted:

"Man Yin, come in and take your brothers and sisters out."

Not long after, a half-year-old boy whom Zhao Fusheng had met at Uncle Kuai's home came in and led a group of children out. As he left, he shyly turned his head and glanced at Zhao Fusheng, with both curiosity and fear in his eyes.

Several women were a little reserved. After Zhao Fusheng entered the house, he felt as if he had entered his own home. He pulled up a long stool and sat down, gesturing to the others:

"You just sit down on your own, and we can just chat."

"Yes Yes Yes."

Several women responded. Seeing her kindness, they gradually became less fearful than before.

After everyone sat down, Zhao Fusheng looked around and saw four women in the room.

Combined with the five brothers of the Kuai family, except for the fourth wife of Zhuang who sank into the river and died, these should be the remaining four daughters-in-law of the Kuai family.

The four daughters-in-law of the Kuai family are of different ages. The eldest has gray hair on her temples and looks to be at least sixty, while the youngest is in her forties, but each of them has a slightly dark face and is full of sorrow.

Two nasolabial lines are like two curved ravines, distributed on the faces of these four women.

Their hair was disheveled, dry and dull, and they were only tied up in a bun at the back of their heads. They looked tired and had a sense of vicissitudes of life and hard work.

The women were all wearing gray and blue cloth, which was covered with patches. The collars of the clothes were frayed, and the skin connecting the collars was rough and black, obviously due to years of wear and tear from rags.

Zhao Fusheng's eyes fell on the eldest person. She seemed to be uneasy. Her rough hands were intertwined with ten fingers. There was a black and red scar on the index finger of her left hand that almost cut through half of the finger.

Because she tightened her fingers hard, yellow liquid oozed from the scar. It was obvious that the woman had been injured not long ago, but had no chance to take good care of the wound.

Zhao Fusheng noticed that in addition to this new wound, there were several old wounds with deep marks on her palms, showing that she had worked hard all year round.

Her slightly sharp eyes gradually softened.

"Are you Kuai's wife?"

Zhao Fusheng looked at her for a long time, until she became restless, and then asked her.

As soon as the woman heard what she said, she was so nervous that she stood up immediately. Zhao Fusheng stretched out his hand and pressed it down, motioning her to sit down, and asked again:

"Are you Kuai's wife?"

"H-Sir, my surname is Lin——"

Another woman sitting next to her tugged at the corner of her clothes and shouted softly:

"Sister-in-law, I'm asking you if you are Kuai's wife."

"Oh oh oh."

The old woman came to her senses and nodded quickly:

"I am, I am Kuai's wife, people call me Kuai's wife."

"Your surname is Lin? Which village are you originally from?"

Zhao Fusheng could see that she was very nervous and some of her answers were wrong, so he simply lowered her guard through small talk.

When Mrs. Lin heard the arrival of the Demon Suppressor, she thought that Zhao Fusheng was here for the Fourth Lady Zhuang, and was still afraid of answering questions about the Fourth Lady Zhuang. But now she heard Zhao Fusheng ask about her origins, and she felt in her heart Although it felt a little weird, the tight string slowly relaxed and he replied obediently:

"Sir, I am from the nearby Fengmen Village."

"Fengmen Village?" Zhao Fusheng has a good memory. Hearing this, he smiled:

"Before I came here, I heard from Zhuang Laoqi from Zhuangjia Village that he had an aunt who had a daughter who was married to Fengmen Village many years ago."