The Real Daughter Tells Fortunes Live

Chapter 550 Two teenagers, one in black and one in white

"Do you still want to dig?" Wen Jing and Wen Wan looked at Yun Fusheng a little tiredly.

"Let them dig, you can rest for a while." Yun Fusheng smiled at them. The two of them looked at so many people working, and it seemed that they were not needed.

"Uncle, it's just an ordinary coffin, it's rotten." Fu Yingyi and the others were a little surprised after they dug out the coffin.

Unexpectedly, there was an ordinary coffin buried next to the golden nanmu coffin.

"Be careful." Rong Yiheng reminded Liu Bai and the others.

Several people carefully cleaned the soil off the coffins. Yun Fusheng looked at the two coffins in a large pit. The golden nanmu coffin was much larger than the other.

"Open the coffin." Yun Fusheng said softly.

Fu Yingyi asked others to go up first, and he and Rong Yiheng opened the two coffins.

In the coffin, there were two corpses that had turned into bones. Yun Fusheng walked slowly over, while Rong Yiheng and Fu Yingyi walked out of the grave.

"What are you going to do, Miss?" Wen Jing looked at Yun Fusheng's action of putting on her gloves, feeling a little confused.

"It should be an autopsy." Rong Yiheng replied.

"Autopsy?" Gong Sisheng looked at Rong Yiheng.

"There are some differences between what the junior uncle examined and the autopsy. She mainly looked at how the body died before it was alive." Fu Yingyi explained.

"Male, just coming of age, with multiple broken bones throughout his body and scratches on his sternum with a sharp weapon. After being beaten to death, he was stabbed in the heart and died."

Yun Fusheng first looked at the body in the golden nanmu, and then walked to another coffin.

"Male, about forty years old, died of...suicide." Yun Fusheng gave a result after checking.

"Hang yourself?" Everyone was shocked.

Yun Fusheng made a hand seal and met the golden light pouring into the corpse's brows. Scenes of memories that did not belong to her appeared in her mind, causing her to close her eyes.

"Little uncle, how are you?" Yun Fusheng opened her eyes, and Fu Yingyi asked hurriedly.

"He is Shi Xuan's sworn brother. After Shi Xuan died, he kept running around in order to get justice for Shi Xuan. In the end, he was the one who reported on the person who killed Shi Xuan.

After the man was sentenced to death, he found a corpse collector to help him collect the body. He dug a pit here, placed a coffin, hanged himself, and the corpse collector buried him here. "

Yun Fusheng looked at the two coffins and spoke softly. Before they could say anything, Yun Fusheng suddenly looked at the golden nanmu.

"Yingyi, Yiheng, carry out the bones."

Fu Yingyi stepped forward, and Rong Yiheng took out a piece of white cloth from somewhere in the bag. Fu Yingyi took out the bones, and Rong Yiheng placed them on the white cloth.

After all the bones were taken out, Yun Fusheng reached out and lifted up the wooden board under the coffin. Under the template, there were several scrolls. Yun Fusheng reached out and took out one of them and opened it carefully.

The picture scroll is very simple, including a big tree, a piece of grass, a wooden table, two jars of wine, two futons, and two young men, one in black and one in white.

"They dug this tomb and restored it again because you did it, right?" Yun Fusheng looked at the young man in black and spoke softly.

"Uncle Junior, you mean that the fierce ghost before was not Shi Xuan?" Fu Yingyi walked up to Yun Fusheng and looked at the painting in her hand.

"The one in white should be Shi Xuan, and the one in black...should be Shi Xuan's sworn brother." Yun Fusheng rolled up the painting in his hand and handed it to Fu Yingyi, who took it carefully.

Yun Fusheng took out several other paintings but did not open them.

"What did you see?" After everything was done, Yun Fusheng looked at Wen Jing and Wen Wan.

"Miss, I can see that there is resentment in this painting, but I can't see anything else." Wen Jing scratched her head and looked at Yun Fusheng.

Wen Wan heard Wen Jing speak and nodded. She only saw resentment, and the rest...