Chasing brother for thousands of miles

Chapter 32 Finale

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Drought demons and zombies have been said for a long time, and it has been passed down from generation to generation among the common people, and most people often believe it.

The so-called dead body does not rot, it becomes a zombie, and after a long period of time, it becomes a demon, which is a drought demon. Wherever the drought demon goes, there will be thousands of miles of barren land, and there will be no harvest after years of severe drought.

Therefore, in drought years, people would search everywhere for incorruptible corpses, throw sticks and burn them with fire to pray for rain.

However, the severe drought has caused people's hearts to fluctuate, and the behavior of "eliminating demons" often inevitably loses its sense of proportion in the end. At the beginning, they may find some corpses with real abnormalities and burn them, but in the end, they may just burn indiscriminately.

From the old man's few complaints and what he saw, Qixian knew that this small village was struggling to make ends meet, and that the harvest in good years might not be enough to satisfy the hunger. Now that the crops in the fields were not harvested, how could he be calm and calm.

They are all forced by life and have to pin their hopes on the heavens and ghosts.

Whispering to himself, the old man stood on the ridge of the field, set up an awning and looked at the upland rice in the field. He couldn't help but sighed, "God, don't open your eyes."

Just now when he scolded Ning Xiumao, he was still full of anger, but now he also showed a sad face, and immediately shrank, "My old bone... I have enough to live...Little children..."

Ning Xiumao, who was thrown all over with grass leaves, touched his face, he didn't care much, and he didn't feel embarrassed at all, and he came forward with a candid face, "Old man, don't mind, don't mind - you're walking well Far away, have you been there?"

He casually pointed to the direction of the cliff and asked gossipingly.

"I've been there, I've been there a long time ago, it's really there, just that time, the monster just started to burn for a while, it started to rain, and it hasn't been fully burned yet. The old man saw that it probably had some origins, so he asked The person was buried again—it’s a pity that the rain only fell so little!"

There was a look of regret on his face, he probably felt that he should have burned himself out if he knew this, maybe it would rain a few more times.

Hearing Ning Xiumao's question, Qixian immediately understood, and immediately took over the topic, "It's so far away, it's hard for the old man to find it."

They were well aware of the distance between Chen Yingxiang's burial place under the cliff and this small village along the way. It would be a bit strange to find zombies to find such a remote place so far away.

"Hey, where can we find it?" The old man bent down, tapped the mud on the soles of his shoes with the handle of a sickle, and said in a rough voice: "The whole village gathered together, and let Zhang Banxian make a fortune when we went to the city. If you have two directions, west and north, just follow them.”

"At that time, people in our village followed Zhang Banxian's instructions and searched for a long time in the west, but they couldn't find any monsters. Later, the sober-minded dolls in the village said that the secrets of heaven should not be leaked. Zhang Banxian may have said something wrong, but there are some."

"Let's look further inside. Sure enough, there are some. According to Zhang Banxian's method, first hit the ghost stick to prevent the monster from causing trouble, and then burn it up, and the filth will be gone."

At this point, the doubts have suddenly become clear.

Cui Youde, Geng Zhengxiang, and Zhao Ping worked together to lure and kidnap Chen Yingxiang, then trapped him in the mountain temple, and went to extort property, but unexpectedly, the young master was so alert that he broke the rope by himself and escaped.

However, he was in a panic in the middle of the night—maybe the kidnappers came back at this time, he had nowhere to go, and ran all the way until he accidentally fell off the cliff.

The kidnappers found that he had run away but didn't return to the city, so they had to search everywhere, and finally found Chen Yingxiang's body under the cliff, and hurriedly buried him in anger and remorse.

At this time, Cui Youde must have been unwilling to let the riches and honor he got escape, so he was so cruel that he simply smashed the jar and smashed it to hide the news of the hostage's death. He shamelessly sent a second blackmail letter to the Chen family. Zhao Ping came up with a trick to get himself out.

They didn't know that by mistake, the villagers of Di'an Village found the body in order to pray for rain and "eliminate demons". appeared.

Cui Youde, Zhao Ping, and Geng Zhengxiang didn't know the reason for this, they were shocked after discovering the abnormality of the corpse, and they had been controlled by Mr. Qixian, and finally went to jail in anxiety, tortured into tricks.

Shi Taihe, the clerk of the yamen, was not good at learning, so he did a hasty autopsy. He didn't find out whether the marks of sticks and burns on Chen Yingxiang's body were produced during his lifetime or after his death, so he let go of doubts so easily...

Maybe it wasn't easy to let go, thinking of Shi Taihe's seemingly normal way of death, a gloomy look flashed in Qi Xian's eyes.

All three fell silent, only the old man was still talking to himself, sometimes cursing the monster for causing trouble, and sometimes wishing God that it would rain soon.

The sky, however, was still sunny and cloudless.

Jinguan City, Chen Mansion.

"What did you say? Say it again!" Chen Hongwei slapped the high table next to him fiercely, and looked coldly at Qi Xian and Wen Nianyuan in the hall—but Ning Xiumao had disappeared.

Qixian's face remained unchanged, calm and calm, and his voice was clear and steady, "The cause of Master Ling's death is indeed the case, Boss Chen, please let me mourn."

"This is really the biggest joke Chen has ever heard in his life." After losing his beloved son, Chen Hongwei's tough aura began to emerge crazily, "You said my son fell to his death by himself? It's ridiculous!"

He walked down the hall step by step, staring closely at Qixian and Wen Nianyuan, "My son Yingxiang, Kaimeng at the age of three, read three hundred Tang poems by heart at the age of four, understood account books at the age of six, and started helping me with my business at the age of 11. ——Such a smart child, do you think he will fall to his death?"

Everyone standing here, including Chen Hongwei himself, actually understands that there is no causal relationship between being smart and falling to death.

But for the white-haired man who sent the black-haired man away, reasoning is the last thing necessary and impossible.

"I don't know what the intentions of the two heroes are here to say these nonsense."

Chen Hongwei emphasized the pronunciation of the word "hero" with a sneer on his face, "The murderer who killed my son, I will not let go. I will let them, thousands! Knives! Ten thousand! Scrape!"

If they hadn't kidnapped Chen Yingxiang, they wouldn't have died, right?It doesn't matter if it's the people they killed themselves. In short, let them die.

Chen Hongwei laughed sinisterly, "By the way, there are also those troublemakers who hurt Yingxiang's body, they should be killed."

Wen Nianyuan frowned. If it was understandable that Chen Hongwei was full of murderous intentions towards the three kidnappers, it would be a bit... crazy for this man to even spare all the innocent villagers in Di'an Village.

He carefully observed Chen Hongwei's expression to make sure that he hadn't lost his mind. Looking back at the helpless businessman who was at a loss when he came here, he secretly sighed, how can a businessman who can earn such a fortune be just a cowardly and incompetent person ?

To stop him.

But Chen Hongwei obviously wouldn't listen to any rational words.

Wen Nianyuan has always been not good at words, so he couldn't help looking at Qixian, Qixian's face remained unchanged even when Chen Hongwei said that he wanted to kill all the villagers in Di'an Village.

He looked at Chen Hongwei quietly, without saying a word, his gaze looked into the other's eyes with substance, until Chen Hongwei was restless, and when he raised his hand and was about to hit someone, he opened his lips.

"Boss Chen, you still have a son. The law of heaven reincarnates, and retribution is not good. Killing one more person may not hurt you. How do you know that it will not be imposed on Young Master Ling?"

Chen Hongwei was shocked, like pouring cold water on his face, and he was excited for a while.

At this moment, a small head poked out hesitantly outside the door, stared blankly at Chen Hongwei with a ferocious expression, and said timidly, "Daddy?"

Seeing that his father hadn't moved, the little fat man wobbled across the threshold, trotted all the way to him, pulled his trousers, looked up, "What's wrong with you, Daddy?"

Looking down at his youngest son, who was carved like jade, Chen Hongwei took a deep breath for a while, "That's all." Then he waved his hand wearily, "You go, if you don't go, don't blame Chen for being rude."

Qi Xian curled her lips into a smile, "Then, I hope we will have an indefinite future, Boss Chen takes care of it."

Turning around before leaving, as if someone grabbed the hem of his clothes, when he looked back, his fleshy face raised his head and was looking at him with blinking eyes, still innocent and innocent.

A child of this age probably cannot really understand death after all. He only knows that his elder brother has gone far, far away.

"Beautiful brother, are you leaving too? Can't you play with me in the future?"

After staring at the little fat man for a long while, Qixian pinched his face with his hand, and smiled brightly, "You'd better...don't play with me, there will be no future, little fat man."

After he finished speaking, he turned and left.

Chen Yingrui froze on the spot, staring blankly with big eyes, trying to think whether he was really too fat, so that the beautiful brother refused to hug him.

Sitting in the hall, Chen Hongwei stared blankly at his youngest son, but suddenly pricked up his ears. Outside the courtyard wall, there seemed to be faint sounds of a piano.

Sad but high.

People can't help crying with tears streaming down their faces, but they can't help but want to laugh out loud.

Relatives or Yu Bei, others have also sang.

What is the way to die, the body is the same as the mountain.

He slowly stretched out his hand and stroked his youngest son's head, "Rui'er, do you want to play somewhere else?"

"Anywhere else? Is it more fun than Jinguan City?"

"Ah."

"Oh, okay."

The sound of the piano outside the courtyard wall gradually faded, and finally became silent.