I become a god in another world

Chapter 428: Mystery of the Empty Coffin
Chapter 428

What a wonderful cycle!

When Chang Er was alive, he made a living near the government office, mainly preparing and dispensing medicines and treating the wounded.

Those who came and went were executioners from the yamen and family members of judges involved in lawsuits, and most of the things he came into contact with were matters related to lawsuits in the yamen.

However, he did not expect that after his death, his family would follow in the same old path and even started a lawsuit because of him.

"Lawsuits aren't cheap—"

Wu Shaochun sighed.

Since the Chang family knows everything about Chang Er's life, they should also know that litigation is time-consuming and laborious and is not an easy task.

"It's not cheap. My fifth sister-in-law has sold several acres of land, but it's still not enough."

Mr. Liu San said.

When the topic of selling land was mentioned, the man next to Chang Wusao's face immediately darkened, with a hint of displeasure in his eyes.

The other people in mourning in the straw hut were also very uneasy. One of the women had red eyes. When she heard this, she couldn't help but cover her mouth with her hands to hold back her tears.

Zhao Fusheng's eyes fell on the two white lanterns, and he saw that there were two bright red ropes tied at the bottom of each lantern.

A hint of red in the paleness, this contrasting color tone does not bring joy, but rather an extremely disturbing weirdness.

"What if it's not enough?" Meng Po sighed.

In fact, from the red ribbons hanging on the lanterns, the crying woman, and what Chen's mother had said before, Meng Po had already guessed something.

Chang Wusao sneered:
"There are ways to be insufficient naturally."

She had accumulated a lot of power in the Chang family. After saying this, the man glared at the crying woman, and the woman turned away.

"Anyway, we have collected the money and we must seek justice." Mrs. Chang Wu said bitterly.

It is really difficult for an upright official to deal with household affairs.

Zhao Fusheng was a bystander. When he heard Chang Wusao and Liu Sanye mention this matter, he already had an idea in his mind. He guessed that Chang Er's father-in-law and master was probably an unlucky guy who had gotten into trouble and was involved in a lawsuit for no reason.

Meeting someone like the Chang family who was determined to fight him to the end, Yang Kaitai would probably be in big trouble.

She changed her mind and asked again:

"Old senior, since your second son was an apprentice in Jin County earlier, does that mean this place is not far from Jin County?"

Chang Wusao nodded:
"We are a village under the jurisdiction of Jin County, called Wuxian Temple—"

Zhang Chuanshi was shocked when he heard this:

"My goodness, this name is a bit too big, but I'm not afraid of it not being able to hold it down."

Mr. Liu San laughed and said:
"There are many capable people in our village. If Erwa hadn't died, he would have been a great figure."

Mrs. Chang Wu started crying for her poor son again.

"How far is it from here to Jin County?" Zhao Fusheng asked again.

Mr. Liu San said:
"Not far. If you walk, it's about thirty miles. If you walk fast, it will only take more than four hours to get there."

"..." When Zhang Chuanshi heard that it would take four hours, his face turned pale and he said quickly:

"Is there any other way?"

"The roads are not easy to travel on at this time of year. Another way is to take a car, but the mountain roads are not easy to travel on and it's not much faster. It just saves some effort." Uncle Liu said honestly.

"Is there anyone in your Wuxian Temple who wants to borrow a car?" Zhao Fusheng said this, and then he changed his mind:
"Renting is fine."

After she said this, Mr. Liu San looked hesitant.

He turned around and looked at Chang Wusao, who paused in wiping her tears.

"I have an ox at home, and I can use it to drive a cart into the county—" she said, "My ox cart is neither rented nor loaned, but—"

Mrs. Chang Wu paused when she said this.

Zhao Fusheng heard the implication of her words and asked her:

"I wonder if there is anything we can help you with, old man?"

"We are going to the county tomorrow and we are in need of some help. I think there are some strong and muscular people among you. I wonder if you are willing to lend a hand to us." Mrs. Chang Wu said:

"If you agree, we can go into the city together."

"Come and listen."

Zhao Fusheng agreed readily.

Sister Chang Wu said:

"We have some business to deal with in the county and need to collect a sum of money. The other party is relying on their wealth and power to refuse to pay. Please do us a favor and collect the debt. By the way, take the money to the county and ask someone to help with the lawsuit."

She added:

"This is a lot of money. I'm afraid the other party will use some dirty tricks to get it back."

This request was not excessive, and Zhao Fusheng readily agreed:

"can."

Chang Wusao was overjoyed when she heard this, and she knocked the ground with her cane:
"That's great. Since you are willing to help, you are also friends of the Chang family. We can't afford to provide you with delicious food, but we will at least treat you to a meal of porridge and rice."

She showed her hospitable nature and invited Zhao Fusheng:

"Why don't you all stay in the manor tonight and spend the night together, and then set off together tomorrow morning, is that ok?"

Zhao Fusheng nodded:
"Row."

After the discussion, Chang Wusao immediately asked her family to prepare some food, and also discussed with Liu Sanye to settle the Demon Suppression Division and its entourage in the farm.

During the conversation, Zhao Fusheng also found out that there were not many villagers in Wuxianguan, but because it was not far from the county town, the villagers lived a pretty good life.

Uncle Liu Sanye is like a village elder, and he is the one who makes the decisions on all matters, big or small, in the village.

He helped to assign manpower, asked the villagers to clean up their homes, and accommodated the Demon Suppression Division and the Lu family in the villagers' homes for one night.

As we were talking, a drizzle began to fall outside.

Mr. Liu said:

"Oh, it's raining again."

He put his hands to his head:

"I don't know what happened this year, but it rained several times since the beginning of winter."

Shangyang County is located in the north and should be dry in winter, but it has rained frequently this year.

He said it unintentionally, but Zhao Fusheng and others took it seriously.

Wu Shaochun showed a vigilant look on his face, exchanged glances with Zhao Fusheng, and then asked casually:

"The weather this year is weird. It must be unlucky. Did many people die in the county?"

While asking the villagers to move stools under the straw shed, Uncle Liu San covered his forehead with his hand and replied to Wu Shaochun:
"These days, how many people don't die every year?"

After all, he was a villager, and the backward communications hindered his knowledge.

Although he was more knowledgeable than other villagers, he still didn't understand the hidden meaning of Wu Shaochun's words.

"oops!"

At this moment, a musician under the straw shed suddenly exclaimed, attracting everyone's attention.

Everyone turned around and saw an old man holding a harp in his arms standing up hurriedly.

He was short and thin, with a sparse goatee and several missing teeth. He held a harp in one hand and stepped back, pointing in the direction of the coffin with the other hand:
"The coffin seemed to be dripping with water."

Everyone looked down in the direction of his finger. Just as their eyes moved to the lower part of the coffin, a strong wind suddenly blew outside the village. It had been drizzling before, but in an instant, dark clouds covered the sky, and it seemed that the rain was going to get heavier.

The two lanterns hanging outside swayed wildly, the lamps inside were knocked over, and the overflowing oil instantly extinguished the wicks.

At the same time, all the incense and candles offered in the mourning hall at the end of the coffin were extinguished, and the mourning hall that was previously illuminated by fire was instantly plunged into darkness.

This sudden change scared everyone in the village.

The sound of flowing water was heard.

The Demon Suppression Division and the Lu family had experienced ghost disasters, so when something unexpected happened, they immediately thought of the scary ghost case and cried out in surprise. However, the people in the Five Immortals Temple were ignorant and fearless.

Mr. Liu San shouted:
"What the hell, it was almost dawn and the lights went out all of a sudden. It really scared your grandpa to death."

After he finished shouting, he said loudly:
"Anuma, Anuma, please light the lamp again quickly. The oil is very expensive."

After saying this, he remembered the screams from the Demon Suppression Division, who seemed to be frightened, and quickly comforted them:
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it's just a small matter."

Zhang Chuanshi was stunned by these words:

"This is a funeral hall, there's a dead body, the lights are off, is this still a small matter?"

"That's still a big deal?" Mr. Liu laughed.

"With so many of us here, how can we be afraid of ghosts?"

While they were talking, Anuma and the others had already relit the lamps, straightened the fallen candles, and relit them.

Mrs. Chang Wu was also frightened and her hands were shaking.

But in front of strangers, she didn't dare to show it and instead pretended to be calm.

When the lights came on, Mrs. Chang breathed a sigh of relief.

Her son supported her arm. The old lady glanced at everyone's faces. Seeing familiar faces, her expression eased a little. Then she saw that Chen's mother was frightened and her face turned pale and black, so she quickly comforted her:

"It's okay, it's okay. There are many men here, and the yang energy is strong, so even ghosts are afraid of it."

"..."

If it were in the past, Chen's mother would have believed this without a doubt.

But she really experienced several rounds of ghost disasters, and human life is not worth mentioning in front of evil spirits.

Whether men or women, anyone who comes into contact with a ghost will die.

"No no no."

Mother Chen kept shaking her head, "Ghosts don't like these things."

"There are too many men, and even ghosts would be worried when they see them." Seeing her retort, Mrs. Chang Wu felt unhappy and replied angrily.

"It's okay, it's okay." Mr. Liu San also smiled and said:
"The wind blew out the lights. When my grandfather was alive, he said that ghosts are afraid of filth. If ghosts really come, I can suppress them by being more fierce."

"Stop talking nonsense." Hu Rong said unhappily.

Mr. Liu felt a little embarrassed when he heard this. Just as he was about to speak, the man holding the erhu shouted again:

"Third Master, the coffin is leaking water."

He said in a low voice.

Everyone turned around again and saw water seeping out of the coffin.

The coffin seemed to have been soaked in water, and water flowed out through the cracks in the coffin lids, forming a small puddle on the ground in an instant.

"Hey, that's weird."

When Mr. Liu San saw this, he was shocked:
"How come this coffin is leaking when it's fine?"

"Is it, is it haunted--" Zhang Chuansheng whispered.

"Just open the coffin lid and take a look, and you'll know." Fan Wujiu responded.

At this time, Chang Er's body was still lying in the mourning hall, and the coffin lid was not completely nailed shut with coffin nails, so it was easy to open the lid.

But it was really presumptuous of Fan Wujiu to say such a thing, and the Chang family members looked unhappy.

However, the sound of water dripping from the bottom of the coffin made people feel a little uneasy.

After thinking for a while, Mr. Liu looked at Mrs. Chang Wu:
"Fifth sister-in-law, what do you think?"

Although he did not clearly agree with Fan Wujiu's words, he was obviously moved by them.

It was still dark at this time, and the rain had not really fallen in the Wuxian Temple yet. A shed was built above the mourning hall, and there were shelters all around. So where did the water in the coffin come from?
"Things must be made clear—"

After he said this, Chang Wusao had no choice but to say:

"Then open the coffin lid and take a look."

Although she said this, she was very unhappy in her heart, and angrily told her son:

"Burn more paper for your second brother. You are offending others for no reason. Aren't you afraid of breaking a taboo——"

As soon as Mrs. Chang Wu finished speaking, Mr. Liu San winked at Anzhu and the others:

"Lift the coffin lid and take a look—"

"Third Master, I, we dare not--" Anuma and the others were cowards, and they all shook their heads when they heard this.

When Fan Wujiu heard this, he volunteered:

"I come."

He was very strong and, relying on the door god's mark, he was not afraid of ghosts, so he took the initiative to step forward and open the lid of the coffin.

The villagers were panicked and scared, but it is human nature to love to watch the fun. A few musicians stepped back obediently, but stretched their necks to look over here.

Fan Wujiu lifted the lid of the coffin, looked through the candlelight, and exclaimed:

"Hey, there's no ghost."

When he said this, the other people's faces immediately relaxed visibly. Mr. Liu San said:
"That's what I said, where did the ghost come from——"

"My son..." Mrs. Chang Wu was about to cry, but Fan Wujiu said:

"Neither does your son."

Chang Wusao's howl was stuck in her throat, and she asked in a daze:
"What do you mean?"

"There was nothing in the coffin, no body, no people, and no ghosts."

Fan Wujiu’s words stunned everyone.

Chang Wusao became anxious, and quickly stepped forward to lie beside the coffin and take a look. The coffin lid was pushed open by Fan Wujiu, revealing the scene inside.

When everyone looked inside, they saw a large amount of white linen cloth covering the coffin. The inside was empty, and there was indeed no dead body. However, for some reason, the white linen cloth was soaked with water, and the water was dripping down the bottom of the coffin.

"Where is my second brother?!"

Chang Wusao's son's face changed immediately. Everyone stepped back with a loud clamor, knocking over the tables and chairs in fear.

"Damn it, was it Yang Kaitai who did it?"

Chang Wusao made a shocking statement:
"He was afraid that we would report him to the authorities, so he sent someone to steal the body."

"..."

Zhao Fusheng was shocked by her words and was speechless.

The villagers of Wuxian Temple, who had been somewhat frightened at first, suddenly showed an expression of sudden enlightenment and began to discuss when Yang Kaitai came to steal the corpse.

……

"These villagers are really crazy."

Zhang Chuanshi came close to Zhao Fusheng and whispered:
"Sir, why don't we ask for directions and go into the county ourselves? We don't want to bother with their business."

"I think what Lao Zhang said is right." This time, Fan Bisi stood on Zhang Chuanshi's side, which was rare. He said:

"I think they are ignorant and stupid." The body was placed in the coffin, and someone had always been beside the coffin. Chang Wusao was driven mad by the grief of losing her son. It would have been fine if she had just said that someone had stolen the body, but she had the guts to say it, and the villagers actually believed it - it shows how stupid these people are.

"I'm afraid something unexpected will happen later, and they'll blame us for bumping into the corpse."

Fan Bi Si was not afraid of conflict, but it would be unpleasant if he stayed and caused trouble.

Ding Datong and others also nodded, agreeing with what the two said.

"A body can't just disappear into thin air."

Zhao Fusheng did not express his opinion, but frowned and looked at the coffin:

"It's impossible for water to appear in the coffin for no reason. People usually drown. The existence of ghosts is somewhere between visible and invisible."

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If nothing unexpected happens, "High Energy Ahead" will probably be published in the period from December to January, and will be available on major sales platforms in the form of a set of two volumes. At the same time, the small extras related to the book will be published separately as gifts for babies who buy the book~~~
Everyone can squat for a while.