"There are so many people coming out, and the fool's ghost left the village. The brothers from the second and fourth graders went to search overnight, but they didn't find anyone else. The fool's mother dreamed of him in the middle of the night, dreaming of him saying that he had no food or drink on the ground, and that he was coming to find food and drink..."

Listening to Bai Dafa's words, Wang Qilin frowned habitually.

Xie Hama pondered: "In other words, you have never had any contact with this fool's ghost close to you?"

Bai Dafa shook his head.

"Then the question is." Xie Haoma sneered, "How do you know that this is a ghost rather than a living person?"

Lao Waizui defended: "Living man? Master, do you mean that we bump into the fool himself? This is impossible. You don't know this fool. He is not afraid of people. Instead, the more people he is more happy. So if we meet a fool, he should not see us and run away, but should join us in the fun."

"Shut up, you don't have the say here." Bai Dafa scolded him angrily.

He smiled at Xie Hata again: "You don't know what a good man is. This fool has been dead for several years. When his coffin was buried, we all saw his body, and he was dead."

"The old saying goes, people cannot be resurrected, right? Besides, what the old man said just now is right. If a fool is still alive, why should he run away when he sees the people in our village? He should come over."

"And when we went to find the Heavenly Master to calculate, the Heavenly Master also said that ordinary little ghosts were afraid of the yang energy, so they ran out while the yin energy was heavy at midnight. Later, there were many people in our village, and there were many men, and there were also many yang energy, so they naturally rushed it away, right?"

There is no problem with this logic.

If it's an ordinary little devil, that's true.

But the question is, how could an ordinary little ghost suddenly return to the village where he lived?

A village man who came to hear the sound said, "That's the fool's ghost, because it runs very fast. When I saw him coming, the fool disappeared in a flash. How could a person run so fast?"

Everyone nodded.

But Wang Qilin keenly discovered that something was wrong.

He said to Bai Dafa: "You find someone to call the fool's brothers over - no, don't call here, call the fool's grave, we will go, let's go see his grave."

Bai Da was confused: "Hello, why do you want to investigate another fool in our village?"

Xu Dayin said, "Is the curiosity so strong? Is the old man's fist not hard enough?"

Bai Dafa quickly asked someone to take three people to the fool's grave, and he ran to find the four brothers of the fool's family.

The fool was not buried in the ancestral tomb in the village.

Those who die will not be allowed to enter the ancestral tomb.

However, there are no ancestral tombs in Dabai Mountain. They just found a hillside that they liked, and piled up the tombs here.

The fool's grave is at the foot of the mountain.

A very ordinary mound of soil, with new soil flipped over it, you can see some paper ash mixed in the soil.

Seeing this, he wondered: "Have you touched his grave?"

Lao Wai said, "Yes, Da Gao and his brothers came to find the Heavenly Master to save his younger brother. Then the Heavenly Master directed them to replace them with new soil, saying that they were to build a cemetery for the fool, because the fool said that he didn't even have a place to shelter from the wind and rain underground."

Xu Da looked at the pile of land and asked, "Do you call this thing a yin house?"

Wang Qilin looked at the grave with his luck.

The grave is ordinary.

He looked at Xie Hata again.

Xie Toad shook his head.

No traces of ghosts were found.

Xu Da's fist was very intimidating, and Bai Dafa soon came with a few limping village men.

These village men are tall and can be half a head taller than Wang Qilin, but their body is quite thin and their faces are delicious. At first glance, they are very lacking in nutrition for a long time.

Seeing them running troughly, Wang Qilin said to Xu Da: "You are too ruthless. Didn't the whole village let anyone go?"

Xu Da smiled awkwardly and said, "How is it possible? The uncle is not such a cruel person."

He looked at the four village men carefully, then shook his head: "Damn, these guys are blaming the uncle, the uncle didn't mess with them!"

After one of the big high-ranking village men arrived, they suddenly rushed to the grave and started crying loudly: "Brother, my fifth brother, my real brother! Someone wants to bully you, everyone is dead, what are you doing?"

Wang Qilin said thoughtfully: "What are we going to do? We have no plans to do anything, so why are you screaming in your grave suddenly when you hold your grave?"

Xie Hama frowned and asked immediately: "What's in this grave? Why are you so afraid that we will approach your fifth grave?"

The villagers suddenly had different postures, some were trembling in fear, some were pale, some looked at the left and right helplessly, and one of them was slumped on the grave and shook his head: "No, there is nothing inside, why are we afraid that they will approach my fifth grave?"

"That's right, his grave is here, what are we afraid of? Haha, what are we afraid of?"

Listening to their forced words and looking at their guilty look, even Ba Miao could see that there was something wrong with the grave.

It pointed to the grave and stood up and said, "Meow!"

Wang Qilin pointed at the grave with his finger and said, "Open."

The senior brothers were stunned.

Bai Dafa was also surprised. He subconsciously asked: "What? What to open?"

Xu shouted: "What do you want to open? Of course, it is to open this grave!"

There are many taboos and many statements in the mountains.

When everyone around him was anxious when they heard this, the senior high school brothers cried on the spot, while Bai Dafa waved his hands repeatedly: "No, you can't open someone's grave at will. This is unlucky, this is not possible, and the ancestors do not allow it!"

Xu Da said coldly: "If you don't open a grave, then you will open your head!"

"So you choose whether to open a grave or open your head."

Bai Dafa showed a firm look on his face. He took a deep breath and said, "Open the grave!"

After saying that, he began to wipe his eyes: "I'm sorry to my ancestors!"

The big brothers said in unison: "You can't open a grave!"

"Then let's open your head?" Xu Da asked.

The four brothers' biggest four suddenly burst into tears: "You are trying to force us to death! What are you doing in our village? Why are you forcing us so much?"

Bai Dafa shouted, and several village men arrived with shovels and hoes, and dug up the tombs.

As soon as the grave opened, an old wooden coffin was exposed.

This coffin is very particular, and it has been strong and firm for four or five years.

But the coffin lid was not tightly covered, or the head and tail of the coffin lid was reversed, resulting in the entire coffin not being closed.

There was blood on the edge of the coffin lid.

Wang Qilin stared at the senior high school brothers, and the four of them looked like earth.

There is something wrong with this coffin!

He nodded to Xu Da, and Xu Da went up and moved the coffin lid down.

Wang Qilin looked in.

A blood-dried corpse appeared inside.

The coffin was messy.

There was a fairly fresh corpse. The head was mostly broken, half of the shoulders collapsed, and a body of fish scale armor was broken, and blood was sprinkled on it. It has now dried up to gray-brown.

The body is tall, burly and strong.

There is also a corpse inside, a dried corpse.

Underneath the coarse cloth clothes are white bones.

Pieces of white bones.

Although Bai Dafa yelled that he could not open a grave, he was more active than anyone else when he went to see the coffin after opening the grave!

He squeezed in and asked in surprise, "What's going on? Why are there two people in the fool's coffin? No, what about the two corpses?"

The senior brothers continued to look like earth and were silent, just like little weeds ravaged by storms.

Wang Qilin looked at the four brothers and started to thrust the demon sword: "Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack C

He didn't say anything, just stared at the four people who kept drawing and stabbing the knife.

The mentality of the four brothers collapsed.

One of them cried and said, "Don't blame us, the mountain leader, we are also for our village. Really, we are for the village, and we don't want to kill Lao Wu, but..."

"Fourth brother, shut up!" Da Gao shouted shrillly.

A cold light flashed by.

The demon sword was pressed against Da Gao's neck.

The coldness on the blade made him feel goosebumps one after another.

The matter behind was simple. In front of Wang Qilin's demon sword and Xu Da casserole-sized fist, the four brothers told everything in detail.

He came back on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, he was really a fool!

Five years ago, the fool did not die, and this person in the coffin was not a fool.
To be continued...