Logically speaking, it is not easy to take a soul, especially for a fierce ghost that does not recognize relatives. Even the most powerful Taoist priest cannot do it in a short time. We measured the location of Shuzhen's soul. It took no more than 20 minutes to get to the chicken farm. This person was able to take the soul away without a trace. This is a bit incredible.
I still firmly believe in my idea that this guy named Wen Yusheng must be a person who understands Taoism and is very likely a magician.
Now that Xiaolei heard that her mother's soul had been taken away and would no longer resurrect, her fear gradually subsided and she became sad again. She leaned on Pang Furong's shoulder and cried bitterly.
Pang Furong said to us cautiously: "Originally, no one in the village knew about Shuzhen's death. What if the soul was not taken away by this person, and we rashly asked him, wouldn't the matter be spread out?"
I shook my head and said, "Don't be afraid. Even if the soul wasn't taken away by this man, he must have helped bury the body. We can get what we want to know from him."
Pang Furong thought it made sense, so he agreed to trick Wen Yusheng over. If he didn't come, we would go to his house and do it. After Pang Furong went out for a while, he actually brought that guy back.
"Lao Pang, this is the first time in the history of the world that you've invited me to drink. Is it because you tell fortunes for those rich wives and the good wine they give you is too much to drink?" Wen Yusheng walked in with a smile. But when he saw that there was no banquet, he was stunned. "You haven't bought the food yet?"
I was already standing at the door, so I pulled him in and closed the door.
"What are you doing? Lao Pang, what...what's going on?" Wen Yusheng was so scared that he leaned against the opposite wall and shouted.
Pang Furong didn't answer, but looked at me. I snorted coldly and said to this guy: "What's going on? Don't you know it?"
"No... I don't know!" The boy shook his head, but his face was pale, and he was obviously guilty.
"You killed my mother, and you still can't explain it clearly?" Xiaolei grabbed a pillow and threw it at him angrily.
Oh my god, your mother hanged herself, he just buried the body, how did it become murder? But it's hard to say, was Pang Furong's wife molested by him, and she hanged herself out of shame
Wen Yusheng dodged the pillow and said in horror, "I have never hurt anyone, Lao Pang. We have been neighbors for so many years, don't you understand that I have the guts to do that?"
"You didn't kill that man, why did you bury the body?" I asked, staring at him.
Wen Yusheng's face suddenly turned pale, and he knelt on the ground and cried, "I know what I did was wrong, but someone scared me and asked me to help bury the body, otherwise Shuzhen would come to settle the score with me tonight."
When we heard this, we looked at each other. As expected, I was right. He was the one who buried the body.
"Who is that person?" Pang Furong asked gritting his teeth.
"I don't know him, he's a young man, and he gave me two hundred yuan." The boy took out two big red bills and put them on the ground.
"Start from the beginning. If you dare to lie, I will turn you into a corpse!" I pulled out the copper coin sword and waved it at him. I didn't have anything else in my hand, so I could only use this thing to fool him.
"I'm telling you, please don't be angry." The boy looked frightened and kept kowtowing and begging for mercy.
It turned out that after he left here in the morning, he watched the excitement outside Liu Laofu's door for a while, and then he saw a young wife working in the fields, so he followed her. As a result, he met a young man at the end of the field, who gave him 200 yuan and told him to bury the body in the chicken house. If he dared to tell others, the ghost of the dead would come to settle accounts with him at night. After that, the young man rode an electric bike and left.