Grandpa Coffin looked helpless, looking at the chopstick box in his hand with a helpless look: "You are still angry? You are so brave that you dare to be angry with the great god. Fortunately, the great god has a good temper, hehe." Grandpa Coffin smiled, put the chopstick box in his arms, put his hands behind his back, and slowly walked towards the exit with a hunched back.
Lian walked out of the painting slowly, only to see everyone standing in a row in front of her in a daze, just blocking her way.
"What are you doing? Standing here forming a human wall?" Lian Youyou pushed everyone away and suddenly saw the scene of He Shiqi standing next to the giant insect's corpse and happily eating barbecue.
She was stunned for a moment, and slowly, she grimaced and showed an expression of unbearable pain.
"Is that the vengeful spirit in this painting?" Lin Tingjun, who was playing chess calmly, stopped and looked at Lu Jingting, who was standing next to the fat Buddha with a shocked expression on his face.
Lian Youyou blinked, came back to her senses from the scene of He Shiqi eating barbecue, and looked at Lin Tingjun: "Yes, the other one is possessed by a demon, and is sealed in the painting."
Lin Tingjun turned around and looked at Lian Youyou, with a hint of strangeness in his eyes.
Lian Youyou raised an eyebrow and looked at him: "What are you looking at?"
Lin Tingjun blinked and turned back to look at the chessboard: "Of course I want to see you look good."
Lian Youyou's mouth corners couldn't help but rise, her skirt fluttering, she leaned over to Lin Tingjun and said, "Stop talking nonsense, the look in your eyes just now was not for my good looks."
"Hmph..." Lin Tingjun pursed his lips and smiled, "I was wondering, when did you become so merciful that you didn't turn the painting into ashes."
"It's boring." Lian Youyou turned around and sat opposite Lin Tingjun, holding her chin with both hands and looking at the chessboard with boredom. "As I said, what's the fun in crushing an ant?" After that, she raised her hand to take the piece and put it on the chessboard.
Lin Tingjun raised his eyes and looked at her quietly for a while, a smile appeared at the corner of his lips.
It was almost dawn, the coldest time of the year, and people were busy in Yi's house.
The Huang family's old house is huge, and Fu Mingrui's eight gates are not enough. Fu Mingrui cannot transfer all the detectives from the eight gates, as that would alarm the entire capital. The Mid-Autumn Festival banquet is coming soon, and the people above like harmony, so Fu Mingrui still has to keep a low profile.
Fortunately, there were the servants brought by Yi Jixuan. Everyone in the house went out to search for the "secret" hidden in this old house.
Fu Mingsu, Fu Mingrui and Yi Jixuan were waiting for news in the study room. They also did not sleep all night. The expressions on their faces were also different.
Fu Mingsuo was a little afraid of searching for the remains, while Fu Mingrui was serious and waited for the result with a solemn expression.
Yi Jixuan was a little excited, because the presence of corpses meant there was a story behind it. Because the Yi family often bought tombs, the Yi family members were not afraid of these things, but were more interested in the stories behind the tombs.
A Yin house is a house with a story.
The three of them sat in the study, and the maid brought them hot tea, which was steaming in the cool autumn night. Fu Mingrui and the other two only looked in one direction, which was the dark night outside the door, waiting for someone to come and report the news.
Heiyan had already walked around Yi's house that night. His eyes, which emitted green light at night, could see through the walls and the ground. He could see clearly whether it was the secret room in the wall or the coffin underground.
He followed Zhao Cheng and the others to the backyard, where there was a small courtyard that was locked and a sealed dry well. Hei Yan narrowed his blue eyes until they became needle-like. He took a look and then lay on the beam in boredom, with his cat tail hanging down and swaying leisurely.
"Sir! This place is locked!" The servants of the Yi family who joined the search team immediately called Zhao Cheng and others who were not far away.
It is said that the servant of the Yi family was really trained by the Yi family to be fearless of ghosts and gods. Not only was he not afraid of looking for corpses in the middle of the night, but he was actually very excited as if he had been injected with chicken blood.
It turned out that because of the Yi family's habit of buying graves, a special custom gradually formed in the Yi family. In fact, suspecting that there was an accident in the grave was not a new thing for the Yi family.
In the past, every time they bought a grave, they would first ask Zhang Tianshi to take a look. If Zhang Tianshi said there were bones buried in the grave, the Yi family would mobilize the servants to search for them, and the servants who found the bones would be rewarded with a lucky bag! The lucky bag not only contained the amulet that Zhang Tianshi gave to the servants who found the bones to remove the dirt, but also a substantial bonus.
This custom has been passed down in the Yi family, which is why everyone is so excited about looking for corpses.
Zhao Cheng and his men immediately stepped forward, drew the machetes from their waists and split open the courtyard.
With a "duang" kick, the gate of the courtyard was kicked open, revealing a round, sealed well inside.
"Everyone, pry it open!" The Yi family's servants had experience in finding corpses, and they had a premonition when they saw this sealed well.
Everyone picked up their tools and pried open the wooden board at the mouth of the well. Looking inside, it was pitch dark. Only gusts of cold wind blew up from below.
"Rope!" With a shout, a bundle of ropes was thrown down.
Zhao Cheng turned over and entered, holding the rope in one hand and holding the torch in the other, he began to go down carefully.
It was obvious that the well had been dry for decades. Dry grass had grown on the edge, and the wall was no longer damp. Zhao Cheng stepped on it, and the lime fell down with a "rustling" sound. The well was not shallow, and Zhao Cheng climbed for a while before the light of the torch in his hand could illuminate the bottom.
"How is it—Old Zhao!" Wang Quan shouted from above, and everyone gathered around the well nervously.
Zhao Cheng took a torch and shone it downwards. He found a thick, dark yellow substance that looked like dirt. He jumped down and stepped into the dirt. He found it was very soft. He picked up a handful of it and sniffed it. The stench of shit immediately blew his mind.
"Ugh!" He quickly threw away the pile of things in his hand and retched.
“Is there any such thing?” Wang Quan shouted from above.
Zhao Cheng shouted in frustration: "It's all shit - it's too old, it's dried into powder-"
When the people above heard this, their faces immediately turned green. The people who had clearly not been able to smell anything before felt that the air seemed to be filled with the smell of a toilet.
At first, when he didn't know it was shit, Zhao Cheng didn't feel anything. Because decades had passed, the stench had dissipated, and he couldn't smell the shit unless he turned it over. But now that he knew it, he just felt disgusted.
However, Zhao Cheng felt strange. How could this dry well become a shit pit? Shit is filthy, and leaving it in the house will destroy the feng shui. A wealthy family like this must be diligent in doing this, so why would it be here
Zhao Cheng took a step forward and his whole foot sank into the soft powder. Suddenly, there was a "crack" sound, and he seemed to have broken something.
He kicked the pile of powder away in confusion, and immediately, a piece of white thigh bone appeared in front of him!
He was stunned and dared not move!
Bones are the last clues left in this world before a person dies.
But Zhao Cheng accidentally broke a leg bone...
This would seriously destroy the clues left on the corpse. So he didn't dare to move any more. Besides, he would definitely be scolded later. (To be continued)