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Chapter 107 Eight Cave Village

"What did you write on the note you left just now?" Ji Duan asked Wen Liang when he turned into a no-man's alley corner, "If I read correctly, did you mess with the note again?"

Even though he was punctured, Wen Liang did not show any introspection. He walked in the front with his hands behind his back, and he still said plausibly: "Is that a joke? I wish him a fortune from the bottom of my heart. This is helping others." For fun."

"Helping others is fun, it's not like you didn't see the boss' expression just now." Ji Duan's face changed slightly, he turned his head to avoid the sight of the two, and swallowed the fishy smell rising from his throat, "... ...so this is the so-called tactic? Showing our 'goodwill' to random villagers on the street?"

"You have to break the stereotype of us." Wen Liang looked forward, as if he was looking for the next prey, his eyes flickered and finally stopped in one place.

Following his line of sight, Xie Jin and Ji Duan saw an old woman carrying a basket of dry firewood at the fork not far away. The dry firewood with the thickness of an adult's wrist was scattered on the ground at this time, and she was struggling to squat Lower body, trying to pick up those dry firewood on the ground.

"This chance is coming again." Wen Liang regained his energy in an instant, and without waiting for the two behind him, he trotted towards the old lady, and kept yelling, "Let me come, let me come."

Looking at Wen Liang who was about to write the four big characters of being helpful on his forehead, Ji Duan twitched his eyes, and he asked Xie Jin, "This guy is usually not so considerate at home. If he can be like this now, he won't be so diligent." Turn the sofa you sleep on into a pigsty."

Xie Jin didn't answer, but just patted Ji Duan on the back, and said in a low voice, don't talk, go and help.

The old lady is not tall, and she has a very serious hunchback. Her back is almost bent at a ninety-degree angle. It's no wonder that the things in the bamboo basket she carries will spill out.

She seems to be very old, and there is no anxiety on her wrinkled face, which may be the reason why she has almost no teeth. Her dry and flat lips are slightly sunken, which makes her look a little expressionless.

"At such an old age, why are you still walking around with firewood on your back?" Wen Liang picked up the firewood on the ground, tidied it up and put it back in her bamboo basket, and then he found that the old lady not only had no teeth, but also seemed to have no eyesight. not too good.

"Thank you, thank you, young man." The old lady raised her head with difficulty, facing the wall in front of her. She might have mistakenly thought that the wall was gentle.

"Well, he's actually there." Ji Duan couldn't stand it any longer. He and Xie Jin helped the old lady to face Wen Liang. When they touched her body, they realized that there was no flesh on the old lady's body, except for the limp old lady. Beyond the skin, there are hard bones.

Ji Duan quickly exchanged glances with Xie Jin, they had contact with the old lady's body earlier than Wen Liang, but the old lady was different from the people in Badong Village they met these two days.

Without a strong body, and without the five immortals possessed, her body was oppressed and bent by the years like ordinary people, and she was like an ordinary old lady that can be seen everywhere in the outside world, especially Xie Jin felt very kind.

"She looks like my deceased grandma." Xie Jin whispered to Ji Duan in a daze, "When my grandma was still alive, she looked similar to her now."

Grandma was the best person to Xie Jin besides his mother. At that time, when she was seriously ill, she was out of body and returned home to see him. Xie Jin was a little dazed, and the words in his mouth were almost out of his mind. He couldn't help but shouted: "Grandma ..."

The old lady was silent for a few seconds before she opened her mouth and said, "I don't have any grandchildren. Now even my wife who has been with me has died tragically. My old lady is the only one left in this world."

"Don't you have any children at home?" Wen Liang raised his eyebrows, and casually put the old lady's bamboo basket on his back, "Let's go, the three of us will give you a ride. Where are you going with the firewood?"

"I want to go home, thank you." The old lady was supported by Xie Jin and Ji Duan, and followed slowly, "Where are there children? Those who walked over taking care of each other, who would have thought that they were all buried up to their necks in loess, yet he left me first."

The old lady's toothless mouth kept buzzing, as if she had finally found someone to confide in, she pulled Xie Jin and Ji Duan who were supporting her, and burst into tears several times.

But where can tears be squeezed out of the dry eye sockets, the departure of the only relative consumed her too many tears, and only the twitching breathing can express the old lady's grief and indignation at this time.

"The dead are gone, and the living are like this. Even if there is only one person left in the world, we must live well." Wen Liang waved his large sleeves, as if waving a whisk to explain to the old lady, "Your family Where? We'll take you back."

"It's not far, it's at the cemetery by the village." The old lady sighed heavily, as if she had listened to Wen Liang's words, at this moment she sensed something was wrong, raised her dim eyes, and asked, "You guys Don't you know me?"

Surprised by the old lady's quick response, Wen Liang laughed, "How could I not know you? Aren't you the wife of old Jiangtou who guards the tomb?"

The old lady hummed and didn't say anything more, but Wen Liang's words really surprised Xie Jin and Ji Duan who were helping the old lady.

The two looked at Wen Liang at the same time, asking what was going on with their eyes.

Isn't the old Jiangtou who guards the tomb just the dark old man who was murdered by Zhao Guangsheng and Gao Quan and blamed them!

"How do I know! I just heard the cemetery make random guesses, who knows that every guess will be accurate!" Wen Liang didn't speak, he made gestures while making mouth shapes, in case the old lady realized that they were the suspects who had been rumored to have killed his wife, so she could only use This way to communicate.

Because of He Nian, the overall sign language level of the three of them has improved qualitatively.Xie Jin broke out in a cold sweat, he gestured and asked Wen Liang what to do now.

"You don't really intend to go home with her, do you? And then it was found that the murderer who "killed" her wife was beside her?" Ji Duan's face was turning green, and he gestured quickly, "If this continues, misunderstandings will explode. gone."

For a while, no one continued to move forward, and the old lady's eyes were not very good. She only vaguely saw the three people's hands moving as fast as dancing, and there was a weak wind blowing around and in front of them.

"What's wrong?" She asked strangely, and got a quick response.

"Follow the past to understand the situation first." Wen Liang stopped his hands and answered the old lady's question, "No, let's go. We don't have anything important today, so we just take you home."

It was a thrilling journey, and as nominal "former suspects" they escorted the victim's family home, which seemed strange at first glance.

Insinuating the old lady's route home, the three of them gradually deviated from the main road in the village according to the old lady's instructions. The trees are obviously too sparse.

There were fewer and fewer houses on both sides of the road, and when the cement road completely turned into a narrow dirt slope, a cemetery appeared in front of them.

Contrary to the alias Lingcoffin Village, this cemetery is not so much a tomb as it is more appropriate to call it a cemetery.

Bulbs of different sizes are lined up behind the fence that is less than the height of a person's calf. The dense density is confusing. Different colored cloths are covered with different colored cloths, and tributes and stones are pressed on them. It seems that the family members have just come to worship.

There are no people here, but there are people lying everywhere.

They helped the old lady into the small house on the edge of the cemetery. The house was made of bricks. Although it looked dilapidated, it should be very warm, at least in the cold winter.

There was a kang in the house. When Xie Jin and Ji Duan helped the old lady onto the kang, Wen Liang, who had run to put firewood in the yard, happened to come in.

Seeing that there was something wrong with his face, Xie Jin hurriedly gestured to ask him what was wrong, and the answer he got was true and unexpected.

"There is also a coffin here, the only coffin in this cemetery." Wen Liang squeezed the space between his brows, and continued to gesture, "Maybe it's not past seven, and Lao Jiangtou's body is still lying in that coffin."

"Boys." Before Xie Jin could react, the old lady called out again, "Can you pour me a glass of water for my old lady, carrying this basket of firewood today will kill me."

Xie Jin had no choice but to stop, got up and went to the table to pour water for her.In the one-bedroom room of less than twenty square meters, no one spoke, which made Xie Jin's voice of pouring water all the more abrupt.

He didn't know what the old lady was thinking at this time, but Xie Jin felt an inexplicable uneasiness when he thought of the old Jiangtou whose body was still lying in the yard when he died innocently.

Handing the enamel jar to the old lady, before Xie Jin had any mental preparations, he heard the old lady speak again.

"Boys." There was a tremor in the old voice, whether it was because of her health or some other reason, the old lady coughed twice, "Ahem, you are not from the village, right?"

For a moment, Xie Jin felt in a trance that every hair on his body was blown up, his hands trembled unconsciously, and the newly filled water splashed out of the enamel jar with his movements.

"Our family has guarded the cemetery for others all our lives. Don't look at my old lady's eyes, but my brain is still very good."

She raised her fingers with only a layer of skin left, and tapped her head, "I remember the voice and smell of everyone in the village, but the three of you are very strange... I heard that the people who murdered my wife were three foreigners young man?"

"Mother-in-law, we didn't...!" Xie Jin wanted to argue, but was stopped by the old lady who raised her hand. She first took the water handed over by Xie Jin, took a sip tremblingly, and lifted the rickety chicken claw His skinny fingers pointed at the three of them.

"Like I said, although my old woman is dazzled and old, I'm not stupid yet."

Probably because she walked too much today, she just said a few words at the beginning, and her breathing was a little labored, she panted heavily, and then she barely recovered, "It wasn't you who killed my wife, but someone else. "

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Wen Liang: So what did we make gestures just now?

Ji Duan: I made a gesture of loneliness.

Xie Jin: How embarrassing...