"Damn it! Chen Biao, what did you say? ... ... After so many years, you have a bad temper. You actually dare to talk to me like this. It seems that I was afraid of you when I didn't beat you in school, right?"
"I am one of the most powerful people in Jinhe Village. How dare you talk to me like that? I think you are itching for trouble. I will teach you a lesson today!"
That Lu Dayong yelled very arrogantly.
Chen Biao was also angry. He rolled up his sleeves and said angrily: "Okay, Lu Dayong, today I want to see what you can do to me. Don't think that you are bullying in Jinhe Village and I, Chen Biao, am afraid of you. Now we live in a society ruled by law, try to touch me. If I get hurt, you can go to jail!"
Lu Dayong was also a reckless person. Without saying anything, he raised his hand and pushed Chen Biao on the chest.
Chen Biao didn't expect that Lu Dayong would really dare to attack him. He was pushed and staggered, and almost fell to the ground.
"Well, you, Lu Dayong, actually did it for real. Damn it!"
Chen Biao was also not ambiguous and started cursing.
For a moment, the two of them started to stutter.
Just as the two of them were arguing and preparing to fight, a thin old man walked over from a distance.
The old man had a head full of silver hair and looked energetic. He was dressed neatly and looked very old, but his face was not old.
This person's dress is very different from that of a country person.
At this time, the villagers under the big tree started talking.
From their discussions, I could tell that the silver-haired old man was the village chief of Jinhe Village.
The silver-haired old man shouted from a distance: "What are you doing? Want to fight? Stop it! ... Lu Dayong, I'm talking to you, didn't you hear me?"
Lu Dayong was very arrogant just now, but he quickly retracted his fist. He stared at the silver-haired old man and said with a smile: "Uncle Pang, you are here. We didn't fight. I saw Brother Chen Biao coming back to the village to show my affection, so I wanted to get closer to him!"
Chen Biao snorted coldly but didn't say anything.
The silver-haired old man rolled his eyes at Lu Dayong and said in a deep voice: "Okay, Lu Dayong, if you have nothing to do, go home. If you dare to cause trouble in the village again, I will take your land and drive you out of the village!"
Although Lu Dayong is a bully in the village, the person he fears most is Village Chief Pang.
"Yes, yes, Uncle Pang, you are right!"
Lu Dayong said with a smile. Then he glared at Chen Biao coldly and walked back to his home.
When Chen Biao saw Lu Dayong leave, the anger on his face subsided a lot. Then he turned to the silver-haired old man and said kindly: "Uncle Pang, thank you for speaking for me!"
The silver-haired old man waved his hand with a smile and said, "It's okay, it's okay. Your father Chen Yousong and I are good friends, and I still have to take care of his son. Although our two families haven't been in touch for so many years, I still regard your father as my best friend!"
"That's it..."
Chen Biao replied with a smile.
Then the silver-haired old man looked at me and Ma Qiang in the car, and looked at Chen Biao with a puzzled look and asked, "By the way, A Biao, why did you come back alone? Why didn't your father come back? Is he okay?"
When Chen Biao heard Village Chief Pang ask this, a sad expression appeared on his face.
He sighed and said, "Uncle Pang, to be honest, my father has been dead for a while.
I came here to bring back my father's ashes. My father had a last wish, hoping that his ashes would be buried together with my mother's body!"
After hearing this, Village Chief Pang showed a look of surprise on his face.
There was a little light flashing in his eyes, but soon the light in his eyes was replaced by silence.
The silver-haired old man sighed and said unhappily, "Alas, I didn't expect your father to have passed away. In my impression, your father was very healthy, but I didn't expect him to be gone like this! ... Back then, we used to hang out together, but now he is gone. I don't even have the chance to go back to the village to visit old friends!"
The words of the silver-haired old man aroused the sadness in Chen Biao's heart.
Chen Biao wiped the tears from his eyes and said sadly, "Yes, if my father were still alive, he would definitely be willing to drink with you, Uncle Pang!"
Chen Biao seemed to have thought of something when he said this. He turned to the silver-haired old man and asked hurriedly, "By the way, Uncle Pang, is Li Xiang still in our village?"
When Chen Biao asked Li Xiang, a puzzled look appeared on the silver-haired old man's face.
He asked Chen Biao, "Why, do you have something to do with Li Xiang?"
Chen Biao knew that the curse on his family was serious, but he couldn't let it out.
He shook his head and said, "No, no, I'm just asking casually!"
When Chen Biao said this, he looked very reserved, and even a fool could tell that he was lying.
But Village Chief Pang didn't care.
The silver-haired old man said helplessly: "Although I don't know why you are looking for Li Xiang, but he has been dead for seven or eight years! His body is buried in the back mountain!"
At this point, the silver-haired old man walked up to Chen Biao, patted Chen Biao on the shoulder, and said in a deep voice: "A Biao, are you still blaming yourself for Li Yunlong's drowning that year... Actually, you don't have to keep it in mind. What happened back then was not something your family would want to remember."
But Chen Biao just stood there stupidly.
Ma Qiang and I, sitting in the car, looked at each other.
We all had confusion and puzzlement in our eyes. Originally, I had speculated that it was Li Xiang who stole the corpse and cursed it in order to take revenge on the Chen family. But according to what Village Chief Pang said, Li Xiang had been dead for many years.
If that's the case, then the disappearance of Chen Biao's mother's body shouldn't have been done by Li Xiang
But if it wasn't Li Xiang who did it, who could it be
Even Chen Biao who was outside the car was surprised.
Chen Biao still asked the silver-haired old man with some disbelief, "Uncle Pang, is what you said true?"
The silver-haired old man couldn't help but frown.
He looked at Chen Biao for a few times and said angrily, "Of course it's true. How could I joke about such a thing? Besides, when Li Xiang died, I was the one who presided over the funeral. I even watched the body being buried!"
"What's wrong? Ah Biao, is there something wrong with you? Why don't you believe me anymore?"
Chen Biao knew that the silver-haired old man had misunderstood.
He said quickly, "No, no, Uncle Pang, you misunderstood. I was just asking casually!"
"Yeah! I'm glad you're okay!"
The silver-haired old man said with his hands behind his back.
At this time, the silver-haired old man stared at me in the car. When he found that I was carrying a cloth bag, a look of surprise appeared on his face.
Although he hid it well, I still saw it.
"Abiao, are these two your friends?" asked the silver-haired old man.
"That's right, Uncle Pang, they are my friends and they came with me.
, my father's ashes need to be buried with my mother's body, so I asked my two friends to help! "
"Oh? Is that so?"
The silver-haired old man didn't say anything else.
Then he said to Chen Biao very politely, "Then you guys go ahead and do your work. If there is anything, let me know. Uncle Pang will definitely help you if he can!"
"Okay, okay, thank you, Uncle Pang!"
Soon the silver-haired old man turned around and walked towards the village.
But before he left, the look he gave me made me feel weird.
I always felt that the silver-haired old man was a little strange, but I couldn't figure out what the problem was.
Soon after Chen Biao said hello to the villagers of Jinhe Village, he got into the car.
After Chen Biao got in the car, before I could ask him, he said with a disappointed look on his face: "Master Yang, I'm afraid things are not good. That Li Xiang has been dead for many years. It seems that the curse was probably not done by that Li Xiang."
I didn't respond to him and asked Chen Biao directly, "Brother Chen, who was that silver-haired old man just now? Why does it look like everyone in your village respects him so much?!"
Chen Biao explained: "That man is the village chief of our Jinhe Village. We all call him Village Chief Pang. His real name is Pang Wei. He is the same age as my father... Alas, I didn't expect that my father is dead, but Uncle Pang is getting younger and younger!"
Chen Biao's words reminded me immediately. Yes, that's what I was talking about.
I just realized now that Pang Wei looks abnormally young.
Normally, Pang Wei, who is the same age as Chen Biao's father, should have wrinkles or age spots on his face, but Pang Wei's face is clean and tight, and he doesn't look old at all. Only his silver hair gives people a sense of confusion.
While I was thinking, Ma Qiang said, "Brother Yang, do we still want to go to the Chen family's old house?"
I came to my senses and said, "Go! Of course I have to go. The curse certainly didn't come about for no reason. I think it has something to do with the Chen family's old house!"
Soon Ma Qiang started the car and drove us into Jinhe Village.
The Chen family’s old house is called an old house, but in fact it is just three dilapidated houses.
The house was surrounded by adobe bricks. Because the Chen family had not returned to Jinhe Village for many years, the entire Chen family compound looked very shabby, and the yard was full of wormwood several feet high.
But when I pushed open the wooden door of the Chen family's house, I couldn't help but pinch my nose. There was a stinky smell in the yard, even worse than the smell in the toilet, like the smell of rotten eggs.
However, the three of us still walked into the Chen family's house.
However, after taking a few steps, I realized something was wrong.
Only then did I know where the stinky smell came from.
I saw a lot of dead things in the Chen family's courtyard, dead crows, dead mice, dead snakes... There were even dead chickens, ducks, geese and dogs. A dead dog was lying there, its teeth bared and its eyeballs shrunken.
Some of the dead objects had rotted away to the point where only the skeletons were left, and many were still covered with rotten flesh.
Many flies and green bean flies were hovering above the dead objects.
"Why are there so many dead things?"
Ma Qiang covered his nose with his sleeve and looked nauseous.
But Chen Biao couldn't hold it in, so he bent down and started vomiting.
Damn, this is really weird! I muttered to myself.
But soon a word popped up in my head: curse!
(to be continued)
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