He regained his calm and composed look, put his hands behind his back, looked at the people outside the door and said loudly: "Everyone has seen that this person used evil magic to control Xiusao's son and killed the fairy boy. Fortunately, Ma still has some foundation in Taoism and got rid of the evil boy, but he was unable to save the fairy boy's life. Alas! Everyone, what do you think, should this person be killed?"
Damn, it's so shameless and despicable. They poured this basin of dirty water on my head and mobilized the ignorant masses to fight against me!
"He deserves to die!" Several people in the crowd shouted in unison, but there were not many of them, just some old men, women, and children. Judging from the expressions of the others, they were all taking a wait-and-see attitude, not sure whether what he said was true.
"Mr. Ma, you must be responsible for what you say. The body of Sister Xiu's son was found in your house!" I said with a glare.
Suddenly, the crowd outside the door was like a boiling pot of water, and everyone was talking about it.
Fat Winter Melon snorted, squinted at me and sneered, "But who can guarantee that you didn't replace the body with something else, secretly using despicable means to secretly place the body in my house and then pretend to carry it out?"
Fuck him, you dare to say I'm mean? I've seen shameless people, but I've never seen such a shameless person. I tried my best to hold back my anger and said, "Didn't we have four people who went with him? They can testify!"
"Yes, we can testify." Someone outside the door responded to me immediately. It was the four young men.
Fat Winter Melon's face turned cold, he turned around and stared at them and asked, "Have you entered?"
"No." The four young men shook their heads at the same time.
Fat Winter Melon laughed loudly, then frowned and said, "How can we prove that they didn't steal the house if they didn't get in?"
The four young men were suddenly speechless.
"You have nothing to hide. Why would that Gu want to kill us on the way?" Shen Bing interrupted at the critical moment, and the question was quite sharp.
Fat Winter Melon opened his mouth but didn't answer right away. Then he rolled his eyes and sneered, "You must have colluded with each other. Dao Ran discovered your conspiracy and was forced to do it. Otherwise, why would these four people keep supporting you? There must be something fishy going on!"
He was just being unreasonable, not even sparing the villagers, throwing dirty water on them. But these ignorant people seemed to be persuaded by him, and looked at the four young men with unfriendly eyes. The young men were frightened by being looked at, and they started to explain, but they could not produce any evidence, and the more they explained, the worse it got.
I knew it would be hard to convince them if I didn't produce some evidence, so I waved my hand and shouted, "Everyone, listen to me. I have evidence to prove whether Mr. Ma really killed Mrs. Xiu's son and his truly ugly face!"
When everyone heard this, they immediately stopped talking and looked at me. There was complete silence outside the door.
Fat Winter Melon looked at me with a sidelong look, a little panicked, after all, I have made quite a name for myself in the past year. "Okay, show me the evidence, the public has sharp eyes and will never be deceived by evil people!"
You are the villain, your whole family is villains! This thief crying "Catch the thief" has become a common tactic of villains, and it is the same everywhere. I stared at him and snorted, turned my head to look at the three coffins behind, and thought that the returning ghost had indeed come back, but it was controlled by Fat Winter Melon and returned to the underworld before he arrived. I can't count on Sister Xiu, I turned around and looked at the bright sky outside the door. It's really difficult to call the soul now.
However, what does it mean to pass on ghost stories? If you can't do this, you might as well go home and grow sweet potatoes.