Chapter 96: People can scare people, but they can’t kill them
"If you had shown some courage and won without getting hurt when sparring with your fellow disciples, would we have been kicked out of Mount Maoshan?" Ding Hai glared at Qianhe in annoyance.

"Uh?" Qianhe stammered, not knowing what to say.

He also knew that he had indeed become annoying in recent months under the guidance of his senior brother.

But I didn't expect that I would be disliked to this extent.

"Uncle Qingsong asked us to go down the mountain and hide for two or three months to give Lou Nanguang and the others a break. I can't really find a place to hide with you for a few months."

Qianhe became depressed after knowing that the reason for this trip to the south was because he was driven out by the sect's master.

"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up. It's unlucky to walk on the mountain road at night. We will soon enter Guangdong after crossing the ridge ahead."

Ding Hai, who always feels that he has been implicated by Chizuru, has been in a bad mood these days.

Qianhe, this bastard, is just like Zhang Zhiwei, also dizzy with space.

Ding Hai lost half his life when he managed to get him out of Jiangnan.

If we take him all the way to Lao Guang, I'm afraid the other half of his life will be gone.

By then, let alone eating clay pot rice, Ding Hai will probably have to think of ways to avoid being slaughtered by his own master.

As a result, a journey that could easily be completed in half a day for Ding Hai was dragged into a long journey by Chizuru.

Qianhe looked at the back of his senior brother and scratched his head helplessly.

I always feel that my senior brother's illness seems to be getting worse. We are Taoists. What's unlucky about traveling at night?

It is unlucky for ordinary people to travel at night because it is easy to attract demons and monsters.

But when we travel at night, we should be afraid of those monsters and ghosts.

In fact, Qianhe was not wrong. Ding Hai's "illness" was indeed getting more and more serious.

When he was weak in the past, he could not make any wrong steps.

Because at that time he couldn't afford the cost of trial and error.

Only by being cautious, rational and calm can he and his little boy Qianhe survive in this chaotic world.

Nowadays, the number of people in the spiritual world who can defeat him is at most two hands.

There are only a handful of people with similar strength to him.

Give him another year to complete his second transformation of spirit and energy.

He was even confident enough to pat Master Qingsong on the shoulder and ask loudly: Why don't you consider going into seclusion and pretending that you didn't hear what Lou Nanguang and the others did.

If he were asked to suppress his personality and act like a wise man all day long at this time, Ding Hai himself would feel suffocated and anxious.

I pretended to be a grandson before I became stronger, and now that I have become stronger, I still have to pretend to be a grandson. So, have I gained all my skills in vain?

In fact, few of these people at the top of the spiritual world have good tempers.

If the old Heavenly Master Zhang Jingqing had not been restrained by the Heavenly Master Degree, it is said that he would have been even more noisy than Zhang the big animal when he was young.

Our own leader, Qinghai Dazhenren, is indeed not a very noisy person, but he has social phobia.

Apart from being close to Master Qingsong, with whom he grew up, he rarely interacts with other people.

Ding Hai has been in the mountains for so many years, but he has only met him a few times.

It's no big deal. He usually stays in his simple cave to meditate and practice Qigong.

True Man Qingsong was just like himself, an absolute lazy bum.

Never sit when you can lie down, never walk when you can stand.

Therefore, since he didn't want to be a psychological therapist to regulate the psychological emotions of Lou Nanguang and others all day long, he kicked Ding Hai and his other brothers off the stage.

The main reason is so that he can have some peace and quiet for two or three months.

Just as the two brothers were arguing with each other, a sudden shout suddenly came from the ridge ahead.

May the heavens and the earth be merciful.

It is a dark and windy night, and it is already late.

May the heavens and the earth be merciful.

Come in early and lead the way, and return home.

Hey, it's time to go home.

Suddenly hearing such a nonsensical road-opening song late at night, Qianhe wondered if her senior brother was a jinx.

This nonsensical rumor about opening the way was probably made up by some small folk sect.

Judging from its lofty meaning, it should be used to guide the deceased when sending his body back to his hometown.

But for normal people, it doesn’t take long for their souls to return to heaven after death, so is there a need for this thing?

To be frank, this kind of misleading rumor may actually have more comforting significance than practical significance.

Ding Hai, who was walking in front, didn't want to pay much attention to what happened along the way, but after looking up and seeing the face of the person dressed as a wizard who looked somewhat like Chizuru, he changed his mind.

Ding Hai stopped and turned to Qian He and said, "Junior brother, look at the wizard in front who is guiding the dead. Does he look like you?"

Upon hearing this, Qianhe looked up and saw on the ridge ahead, a middle-aged man in wizard's attire was holding a magic weapon, muttering something and leading a group of mourners on the way.

Among that group of people, there was even a pregnant woman who was about to give birth.

Qian He carefully looked at the leading mage and said, "Brother, this man is only 10% similar to me in bone structure. His skin and flesh are less than 10% similar. That's the only thing that resembles me."

In Qianhe's eyes, the wizard who headed the folk magic lineage was indeed nothing like him.

If the two of them stood together, no one would think they were related.

Ding Hai looked at the yellow coffin being carried in the team, nodded thoughtfully and said, "If you say it doesn't look like it, then it doesn't look like it. Let me test you to see if you can find anything strange about this team."

After hearing this, Qianhe carefully looked at the funeral procession for a long time, then walked to Ding Hai thoughtfully.

"Brother, I feel like they don't look like a serious team sending people home."

"Tell me about it." Ding Hai, who was interested in cultivating Qianhe's experience in the underworld, neither agreed with Qianhe's statement nor denied Qianhe's guess.

“This funeral procession looks like a normal funeral procession, but that’s exactly the problem.

Normally, if the journey to send the deceased back is a little far, the host family usually has two routes to choose from.

The poorer ones would find a corpse driver to use his secret skills to transform the corpse into a zombie, and then drive the corpse all the way back to his hometown.

The wealthier ones would find an undertaker to embalm the body, and then buy a cart and animals to carry the coffin all the way back.

Although this yellow coffin is made of the lightest pine wood, it weighs about two to three hundred kilograms, plus a corpse.

The four immortals who were trying to lift the coffin couldn't carry it very far. "Although Qianhe hadn't made his official debut, he had performed many rituals to help people transcend their souls near Mount Mao in recent years.

He still had the most basic experience and was able to spot the biggest flaw in this funeral procession at a glance.

"Anything else you found?" Dante Crab seemed a little dissatisfied.

Qianhe frowned and thought for a while: "There is a discovery that is not really a discovery."

"Tell me."

“Under normal circumstances, the host family rarely arranges pregnant women who are about to give birth to follow the funeral procession.

Because there are risks involved. If the pregnant woman is too sad and excited, it is very likely that two lives will be lost.

In addition, the fetus in the womb of a pregnant woman who is about to give birth is just taking shape, and her soul is extremely unstable.

If a funeral process is frightened by wandering ghosts that come to harass the deceased, there is a high possibility that the deceased will lose his soul and give birth to an idiot child.

However, customs vary from place to place, and the situations of different host families are also different. This can only serve as a supplementary argument. "

Ding Hai smiled with satisfaction: "You even know what auxiliary arguments are. These years have not been in vain, brat.

However, you forgot the most important point, you bastard, which is to see the essence through the surface phenomenon and feel how many groups of Yang Qi there are in this funeral procession."

Ding Hai did not force Chizuru to be like him and know the details of this team with just a glance.

But he still touched Chizuru from another level.

"Yang energy?" Qianhe seemed to have thought of something and immediately closed his eyes to sense the mountain ridge ahead.

As a result, eleven balls of yang energy were found in the funeral procession of ten people.

The extra yang energy just happened to be in that coffin.

It's interesting that a living person pretends to be dead. But isn't the person in the coffin afraid that the fake death will become real and he will really be buried in the ground?
Qian He frowned and asked, "Brother, what do you think they are going to do?"

Ding Hai shook his head and replied directly: "I don't know, it's nothing more than trying to use this method to cover up something, or to achieve a certain purpose."

Qianhe asked Ding Hai: "Brother, what should we do next? Should we go up and expose them directly?"

Ding Hai glared at the excited Qian He and said unhappily, "You know nothing, the world is treacherous and people's hearts are hard to predict.

If we control everything, how can we survive?
Besides, since they dared to do this, they must have been well prepared.

If you are interested, we can wait and see what they are up to.

If you are not interested, why not hurry to Lao Guang to eat clay pot rice? " Ding Hai put the decision in Qian He's hands.

After hearing this, Qianhe thought about it and realized that he was indeed curious about this strange funeral procession and wanted to find out what it was like.

In this case, follow your heart first.

"Brother, I think we should follow them and see for ourselves. If these people are really doing something bad, we can stop them in time." Qianhe expressed his thoughts.

Since Ding Hai had given the decision-making power to Qianhe, he would not deny his proposal: "Okay, then let's follow and see."

He didn't let Lin Jiu meddle in other people's business. Firstly, his relationship with Lin Jiu had not reached that stage yet, and he was unwilling to take the risk of cleaning up Lin Jiu's mess.

The second reason was that he was not strong enough at the time and his fists were not strong enough, so he could not handle any big trouble that happened.

But if the same thing happens to Chizuru, who was raised as a half-cub, it’s a different matter.

The two men then slowed down and followed the funeral procession from a distance.

The funeral procession moved slowly along the mountain path and nothing unusual happened along the way.

Occasionally, wandering ghosts from the old forests in the mountains would come out to cause trouble, but they were all driven away by the leading wizard.

As day approached, the funeral procession stopped outside a small country town and sent someone into the town to report the news.

The town is not big, but the name is very strange.

Zhuma Town.

This town seems to be rich in bamboo and hemp products.

After determining that the funeral procession's target was this town, Ding Hai and his companions were unwilling to continue following behind them and eating dust.

They quickly passed the funeral procession and the two men, who had been traveling in the wild, finally found an inn in the town to stay the night.

After each of them got a bucket of hot water to wash off the dust on their bodies, Ding Hai took Chizuru for a stroll around the town.

Although Zhuma Town doesn't look big, its economic status in the vicinity is probably good, with a busy town and a relatively developed business.

Coming to a food stall with tables, chairs and benches that looked clean and fresh, Ding Hai ordered two bowls of three-in-one cured meat clay pot rice.

Although I just entered Guangzhou and haven't been to Shunde, how can I not try the local clay pot rice?

It is said that some old Cantonese are quite wild and cook the rice in a clay pot with Hu Jian's children.

What does it feel like?
Anyway, Ding Hai doesn't want to try it.

"Shopkeeper, I'm a little thirsty after eating the clay pot rice. Do you have any drinks for sale?"

People were short of oil and salt at that time, and Ding Hai ordered a rice dish with three kinds of cured meats. After taking a few bites, he felt a little choked.

Upon hearing this, the shopkeeper pointed to a large wooden barrel covered with a white cloth and said with a smile: "Sir, I don't have any drinks here.

But the stall next to me has homemade herbal tea that can cool you down and quench your thirst. Drinking it with clay pot rice can help reduce internal heat and stimulate your appetite. One big bowl for each. Do you want to order two bowls?"

Ding Hai immediately became interested when he heard this. If he remembered correctly, Wang Laoji seemed to be from Lao Guang: "Two bowls, please."

The shopkeeper called out to the girl standing by the wooden barrel, "Xiaoyun, there are customers here who want two bowls of herbal tea. Bring them over quickly."

When the girl heard the greeting, she quickly put down her needlework, made two large bowls of herbal tea and brought them to the table where Ding Hai and Chizuru were.

Ding Hai first took out two large balls from his pocket and placed them on the table, then took the bowl and took a sip.

The herbal tea was warm, but it must have plum powder added to it. After drinking it in one gulp, I immediately felt a coolness running from my throat straight to my heart.

In terms of taste, it is a little worse than the industrialized Wanglaoji, but it does make the best use of limited ingredients. He couldn't help but praise it: "Good tea, good craftsmanship, a sip of it is refreshing and thirst-quenching, and it is indeed perfect with clay pot rice."

Qianhe took the bowl, took a sip and nodded. This herbal tea was indeed as her senior brother said, with some skill involved.

When the girl named Xiaoyun heard someone praising her skill in making herbal tea, she immediately felt much better.

The fact that I almost cried in the morning because my lover didn't understand my romance was also gone with the wind.

After getting the tea money from the table, Xiaoyun returned to her stall and started busying herself with needlework.

Children from farming families don’t have that much time to think about so many trivial things.

Ding Hai did not pay too much attention to the beautiful Xiao Yun. He was eating clay pot rice, drinking a big bowl of herbal tea, and listening to the imagination of his stupid junior brother.

"Brother, Zhuma Town has a prosperous business with a lot of people coming and going, so it must have produced many wealthy businessmen, right?
Do you think the group of people before were a group of grave robbers, who dug up graves under the guise of burying coffins?"

Qianzuru suddenly remembered the funeral procession she had encountered before and asked with her imagination running wild.

Ding Hai put down the bowl in his hand and immediately pointed out the biggest loophole: "How do you explain that woman who is about to give birth? Why would those tomb robbers bring a pregnant woman out?

If you ask me, instead of making wild guesses here, you might as well walk around the town after dinner and ask around.

Since they choose to stay here, they must take some action. Maybe you can find out what they want to do without much effort. "Just when Ding Hai taught Qianhe that it would be better to ask around instead of guessing blindly.

The information they wanted to know actually came to their doorstep.

"Xiao Yun, Xiao Yun, please go to the Ma Family Ancestral Hall. Your Zhu Dachang is making a scene outside the hall.

Ma Linxiang died in a foreign land, and Linxiang's wife brought people to send him back home. But your Zhu Dachang insisted that there was something wrong with Ma Linxiang's death, and insisted on going to the city to ask a coroner to perform an autopsy.

The situation is very ugly now, and Second Uncle has been unable to persuade him, so go and help Second Uncle to persuade him."

A middle-aged woman came to the next bunk with a gossipy look on her face and asked Xiaoyun to go with her.

When Xiaoyun heard that it was Zhu Dachang who was causing trouble at the gate of the Ma family ancestral hall, anxiety immediately appeared on her pretty little face.

She immediately stood up, asked the owner of the food stall to help look after her stall, and then followed her sister-in-law who came to find her and hurried to the Ma Family Ancestral Hall.

Ding Hai and Qianhe looked at each other and saw strong interest in each other's eyes.

After finishing their meal quickly, the two put down their bowls and chopsticks, stood up and followed.

The two of them followed Xiaoyun slowly and came to the entrance of the Ma family ancestral hall.

I saw a lot of villagers gathered in front of the ancestral hall, talking a lot, and a fat young man stood in the crowd, dancing and shouting something at the coffin from last night.

An elderly person who looks very old

I was trying to persuade him earnestly, but it seemed to have no effect.

Ding Hai and Qianzuru squeezed into the crowd quietly, listened attentively, and gradually understood the whole story.

The man in the coffin was called Ma Linxiang, and he was originally the son of a wealthy family in the town.

But due to some reasons unknown to outsiders, he lost all his family fortune in his early years.

In order to restore the glory of his ancestors, he went out to start a business last year.

Who would have thought that not long ago, he died young in a foreign land.

His widow, Sister Lin Xiang, wanted to let him return to his hometown at all costs, so she spent a lot of money to hire someone to carry his coffin back to his hometown and bring his body back for burial.

However, as soon as they entered the town today, Ma Linxiang's childhood friend Zhu Dachang jumped out and claimed that there was something wrong with Ma Linxiang's death and insisted on asking a coroner to perform an autopsy.

"Everyone, please be fair, Ma Linxiang and I have been brothers since childhood.

His death was strange, how could I watch him being buried in such an unclear way?"

Zhu Dachang held on to the coffin and refused to let go, speaking to the villagers with a look of indignation on his face.

"But, Zhu Dachang, there is no evidence. Isn't it too cruel for Sister Linxiang and her unborn child to do this?"

The second uncle tried to persuade Zhu Dachang from the perspective of human relations and worldly wisdom.

By making such a fuss, wasn't Zhu Dachang clearly telling the villagers that there was something wrong with Linxiang's wife and that it was she who colluded with outsiders and killed Ma Linxiang?

But the key point is that Ma Linxiang's branch had long been ruined, and the family property left by Old Master Ma was also squandered by him.

In the eyes of normal people, he has nothing to offer.

"Cruel? If Ma Linxiang was really murdered by someone, that would be truly cruel!

I did this to seek justice for Ma Linxiang, and also for the sake of Linxiang's wife and the unborn child." Zhu Dachang said confidently.

Even if others don’t know, he can still know his childhood friend.

Ma Linxiang is completely inhumane. The reason why he lost all his family fortune was because he went around looking for medicine to cure his illness, but he accidentally had all his money cheated out of him.

Now, this woman who suddenly appeared said that she was pregnant with Ma Linxiang's child.

How can it be?

There must be something wrong here.

If it weren't for the sake of respecting the respected emperor, it would be a shame for Ma Linxiang to carry the reputation of a living eunuch.

He wants this bitch to pay now.

Ding Hai and Chizuru were listening with great interest in the crowd nearby.

Qianhe thinks Zhu Dachang's behavior is admirable. He is a real man who is willing to find out the truth about his brother's death despite pressure from all sides.

Ding Hai thought Zhu Dachang was a little rash.

It’s not about anything else, but you should at least check whether your brother is dead or alive.

Ma Linxiang in the coffin should have some kung fu skills. His breath-holding ability is top-notch among ordinary martial artists, and his pulse and heartbeat are also well controlled.

Coupled with the methods used by the leading wizard, he looked almost like a dead person.

But this is just an appearance. Anyone who knows a little about the human body can just find a piece of soft flesh on Ma Linxiang's body and pinch it slightly to see how the soft flesh changes, and then they will discover that your childhood friend is still alive.

However, after putting himself in Zhu Dachang's shoes, Ding Hai could understand him.

He was just a young man from a small town. It was rare that he did not panic when he heard the news of his friend's death. Instead, he noticed something was wrong through clues.

That's right, as early as when he saw the wizard who looked similar to Chizuru, Ding Hai remembered what would happen here.

People are scary, and there is more comedy than horror.

Interesting.

The reason why he respected Chizuru's opinion and stayed here for a short time was because he gave the decision-making power to Chizuru at that time.

The second reason was that he was somewhat interested in Zhu Dachang's second uncle who looked very old and frail.

If things continued on the original course, Zhu Dachang would die of a cold in a few days.

Normally, that would be the end of the matter.

But my second uncle put forward a theory that on the seventh night after a person's death, the soul will return home under the escort of the underworld.

At this time, as long as you can overturn the Yincha, you can reach an agreement with the Yincha and let the dead person come back to life and live for a period of time.

Xiaoyun not only believed this statement, but also actually controlled the ghost and brought Zhu Dachang back to life.

This is incredible!

Yinchai is not an ordinary person, those who can hold this position are basically Yinshen Zhenren who have extensive connections in various major lineages.

The three Yin Shen Zhenren were toyed around by a girl who had no cultivation at all.

If this joke really happened, I'm afraid all the kings of hell would be furious.

In addition, the ghost catcher in this world is not the same as the ghost catcher in people’s impressions.

Things like bewitching souls are simply not within their scope of responsibility.

Their main job is to guard the Yin meridian nodes in the Yin world.

They would only take action occasionally to capture all kinds of ghosts and monsters in the area under their jurisdiction and bring them to the underworld to be punished, so as to prevent the dead and the living from taking up their living space.

When Ding Hai was enjoying his melon, Xiao Yun squeezed into the crowd, grabbed Zhu Dachang's arm and whispered, "Brother Dachang, calm down.

Making such a fuss like this won't do any good to Brother Linxiang. If you really think there's something wrong with Brother Linxiang's death, we can discuss it privately.

We can’t let Second Uncle and the mayor lose face at this time.”

When Zhu Dachang saw Xiaoyun, his expression eased a little. He really recognized this fiancée who had been betrothed to him since childhood, but he felt that he was not worthy of her, so he treated her coldly.

But this doesn't mean that he doesn't know that Xiaoyun has been centered around him for a long time.

She won't harm herself.

Zhu Dachang nodded, let go of Ma Linxiang's coffin, and was pulled aside by his second uncle and the mayor for questioning.

Zhu Dachang and Ma Linxiang are the children they have watched grow up. Although they are not very reliable at times, they are still trustworthy when it comes to major issues.

Since Zhu Dachang is so convinced that there is something wrong with Ma Linxiang’s death.

They also have to re-examine "Sister Lin Xiang" who came back carrying the coffin.

Seeing that there was nothing exciting to watch, Ding Hai and Qian He left the Ma family ancestral hall.

Instead of returning to the inn, the two of them continued wandering around the town.

Along the way, they heard a lot of rumors and speculations about Ma Linxiang's death, but there was no solid evidence to support these claims.

And, as time went on, the rumors and speculations circulating in the town became more and more outrageous.

"The people in this town are so bored that they just gossip all day long." Chizuru, who knew part of the inside story, shook her head helplessly as she listened to the rumors that kept changing around her.

Ding Hai smiled faintly and didn't say anything.

It is no joke that people's words are scary, especially in a secluded town like this, where the slightest disturbance can cause an uproar.

After walking around for half a day, seeing that the sun was about to set and it was time for dinner, Ding Hai and his friend found a restaurant that looked relatively clean and sat down.

Just after ordering a few dishes, I heard the guests at the next table talking about Ma Linxiang.

"Have you heard? Ma Linxiang's death was very strange. My third aunt said she saw marks of strangulation on his neck!" A middle-aged man said mysteriously.

"Really?" A middle-aged man at the same table might have just tasted this melon and was very surprised for a moment.

"It should be true. The old lady at the corner of the street also said that there was something wrong with Ma Linxiang's death. Judging from his face, his eyes seemed to have been forcibly closed." The middle-aged man lowered his voice, as if he was worried about being heard by someone.

"That's just dying with regrets. What a great injustice he must have suffered!" Someone at the next table overheard the news and immediately turned around to tell his acquaintances.

"That's right. I heard that Ma Linxiang left a suicide note before he died. But after Linxiang's sister-in-law came back with the coffin, she insisted that she had never seen a suicide note." Another voice interrupted, seeming to know a lot about the whole thing.

"Suicide note? Why haven't I heard of it?" The surprised middle-aged man before was obviously very interested in this new news.

"I heard about it too, but I don't know whether it's true or not." The person who interrupted seemed unwilling to reveal too much information.

Ding Hai and Qianhe sat aside, listening to these rumors that became more and more outrageous, feeling a little gloating.

These rumors were obviously unfounded speculation and conjecture, but they spread quickly around the town.

Now, no matter what Ma Linxiang's team wants to do, it will be full of difficulties.

However, this matter has nothing to do with them, so just watch and enjoy the show.

Early the next morning, when Ding Hai and Qian He went out to the street to find food, they suddenly discovered that the rumors in the town had been broken by the two of them.

These two people are the town mayor who represents the official position in the town, and the second uncle who represents the village elders.

Yesterday afternoon, Linxiang's sister-in-law's brother, the monk who carried the coffin, performed a brief autopsy on Ma Linxiang's body in front of these two people and Zhu Dachang.

It was confirmed that Ma Linxiang's death was not homicide or poisoning as rumored by the outside world.

Chizuru was very surprised when she heard this.

No matter how convincing Ma Linxiang was, he was still a living person. If he had a little common sense when opening the autopsy, he would not have been fooled.

"Brother, I suddenly don't understand the current situation of this scene. Could you please give me some advice?" Qianhe knew that his brother came out this time with the intention of cultivating his own experience in the martial arts world.

After realizing that the situation was beyond his understanding, he turned to Ding Hai for help.

Ding Hai glanced at the innocent Qian He and said with a smile: "If Ma Lin Xiang was already dead before they opened the autopsy, then of course there would be no problem with the result they found."

"How is that possible? Ma Linxiang was still alive and well when we left yesterday?"

Qianhe paused while talking. If she didn't want others to know, she had better not do it. It would be difficult for Ma Linxiang, who was pretending to be dead, to deceive three living people.

But if Ma Linxiang is really dead, that would be a different matter.

Thinking of this, Qian He looked at Ding Hai in shock: "Brother, aren't they in the same group?"

"Isn't it normal for a few people to die in order to avoid trouble or because of uneven distribution of benefits?"

Compared to Chizuru who was not calm, Ding Hai thought that this kind of thing was normal.

Because of Zhu Dachang's disturbance, Ma Linxiang's team was actually facing a dangerous situation.

If they cannot prove that Ma Linxiang's death has nothing to do with them, they will have only one outcome.

That was being beaten to death with sticks in front of all the villagers at the town hall.

After two days of understanding, Ding Hai has figured out the basic situation of Zhuma Town.

The town is dominated by two major surnames. The Zhu surname, represented by Ershugong and Zhu Dachang, controls all bamboo-related trade in the town, while the Ma surname, represented by the mayor and Ma Linxiang, monopolizes all cotton and linen businesses in the town.

Moreover, these two surnames were separated from one family two hundred years ago, just like the Bai and Lu surnames on Bailuyuan.

In other words, as long as the leaders of these two big families are of one mind, killing a dozen outsiders who killed their local children will not be a big problem for them.

Even though everyone in this funeral procession has some skills, people in Zhuma Town have the habit of eating midnight porridge.

In addition, there was a foreign rifle team with more than ten people in the town.

No matter how you look at it, it's impossible for this group of undertakers to cause any trouble in Zhuma Town.

In order to avoid a direct confrontation with the armed forces in Zhuma Town, isn't it normal to send a person who is nominally dead to really die?

Thinking of this, Ding Hai couldn't help but sigh that the world is unpredictable. Ma Linxiang is a typical example of being too clever. He probably never dreamed that he would die at the hands of his accomplices.

Qianhe looked at Ding Hai and said, "Brother, what should we do now? Should we alert the people in the town? After all, this is a life."

Qianzuru hasn't seen enough of this kind of thing, and her heart isn't hard enough yet.

Ding Hai looked at his second uncle walking slowly towards the restaurant where the two of them were with the mayor on the street, and said with a playful look on his face: "This matter has nothing to do with us, we just have to wait and see what happens."

The second uncle, who was being supported by the mayor on the street, seemed to notice Ding Hai's gaze and looked towards Ding Hai and the other man.

Seeing that Ding Hai and the other man had kind faces and did not look like evil villains, she nodded and smiled back at Ding Hai.

　The first chapter is delivered today, 8k words, and it will be completed today. There should be another words to follow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)