The petite wife in ancient Alpha

Snatching the rein from Shi Hong's hand, Zhao Wanli yelled "Woo--"

The frightened mule froze immediately, and froze in place as if it had been stabbed.

Everyone followed the wooden stakes nailed into the mud wall to the tomb passage one after another. Ling Zhi led the way with a torch, and at the same time acted as Tong Hu's little crutch, while Zhao Wanli broke at the end.

The torch was far better than the negligible light of the torch, the tomb passage was brightly illuminated, and there was no scruples under the feet, and he quickly walked to the position of the dog's corpse.

Going around the cover of the well, Ling Zhi bent down and picked up the flying knife, hairpin, and fragments of the stone plate that came out of nowhere, and turned his head to give Li Yin a kind look: "Such a long tomb passage cannot be dug out by three or two people. of."

"This……"

Under the stench, Li Yin covered his mouth and nose, and his sleeves quietly wiped away the sweat from his ears and temples, "The next official only took over from Li Yin in the past seven years to take charge of household registration and tax payments. I hope your lord will see clearly."

"Hey, what did Li Yin say? Even if a few villagers dug up the tomb to torture dogs, the blame would not fall on Li Yin." Ling Zhi smiled rationally.

Rubbing the lines of the fragments of the stone plate with his fingertips, Ling Zhi raised his eyes and looked through the wriggling maggots, staying at the destroyed mechanism between the dog's corpse.

After being picked up by Ling Zhi's three or two words, Li Yin hurriedly flattered him gratefully: "It is reasonable to say that the thief steals the dog for his appetite, but this person does not cook the dog and eat it, but hangs the dog's carcass here. , The psychological reality is distorted."

Pretending to be thinking, he folded his hands around his chest, and Ling Zhi tapped his forefinger twice, then three times.

Zhao Wanli cleared his throat when he received Ling Zhi's silent "Old Zhao, come and ask", "Is there anyone in the village who is mentally ill, or is usually eccentric and silent?"

Taking advantage of Li Yin and Shi Hong's racking their brains, Ling Zhi handed the flying knife to Tong Hu. With Tong Hu's ability to go down the well and feel the wall to find the exit, the flying knife should be no problem.

Li Yin said at the dinner table that there are no villagers with blue faces in the village, and Tong Hu can smell the pheromone again, ruling out the suspicion of Li Yin lying, so Jiang Yu is very likely to live in the surrounding villages, or even Mengsang, dozens of miles away. city.

As for the plum pattern on the fragment of the stone plate, it is exactly the same as the bowl on the stove in the old woman's house. It is not five petals, nor six petals or three petals, but four petals, which is unheard of.

In addition, the vegetable cellar is also the exit of the organ well, which is enough to prove that the old woman participated in digging the tomb and setting up organs.

But what does it mean that the dog's corpse is hanging in the tomb?

If it is to block the stone plate, you can use something else instead.If it is a burial, it is even more impossible.

As the saying goes, "The cat hangs on the tree, the dog abandons the water", the more the land is sparsely populated, the more taboo this is.

Is it possible to hate dogs?Hang it here for punishment?

The wet mud on the old woman's shoes last night, the hair on the skirt, and the mysterious tone of "dead" flashed through his mind. If these things were connected together, it would be a fresh dog corpse.

With goosebumps all over his body, Ling Zhi walked quickly past the piles of maggot-ridden dog carcasses, and as expected, there was a dead dog lying around the corner.

The tomb passage was cold and the dog's corpse hadn't decayed yet. At this time, the autopsy was not difficult to find out why the dog didn't bark. Ling Zhi turned around to avoid Tong Hu who was following him, and shouted at Zhao Wanli: "Old Zhao."

Zhao Wanli saw Ling Zhi's expression of puckered mouth and frown, and knew that he had come to bury the work. He took out the sheepskin gloves he carried with him from his sleeves, and put them on his hands as he walked.

The elbow was suddenly bumped by Tong Hu, Ling Zhi caught up with Tong Hu's gaze, and saw a "circle" as thick as a little finger and a "vertical" about half an inch long drawn on the mud wall.

That "circle" is too round, it can't be drawn by hand.The "vertical" next to it is deep in the middle and shallow at both ends, which is even more strange.

Ling Zhi held up a torch to illuminate the depths of the tomb passage. Considering that going there rashly would scare the snakes, he decided to carry the dog's corpse back to procrastinate for time, and then solve the flower field puzzle after Zhao Wanli came to rescue the soldiers.

"Hey, why didn't this hang up?" Zhao Wanli picked up the dog's leg, and the dog's face was ferocious under the firelight, and he had suffered a lot from seeing it before he died.

"Let's go, I'll ask it for you when you go back." Ling Zhi walked back with Tong Hu who was touching the wall, and shouted to Li Yin and his son while walking, "Dare to ask Li Yin, is there anyone in the village who hates dogs?"

Li Yin's loose eyelids tightened, and he nodded: "It's hard to say about Qiugou, but there is a nagging old woman in the village, and her son died of a mad dog."

Li Yin knows the truth that one hair can affect the whole body, but he can't explain to the other villagers if he doesn't send away the policeman from the six doors.

If I had known that more and more people would be involved, I shouldn't have hesitated at the beginning. It's really greedy.

"The nagging old woman?" Ling Zhi walked through the dog's corpse and returned to the first half of the tomb, "Brother Huzi and I really met last night, is it the one Master Wu took care of?"

"That's right, it's that Granny Zou." Li Yin didn't dare to raise her eyes, "She wasn't crazy before, but the year before last, her son died suddenly of a mad dog, and her spirits deteriorated overnight."

Distractedly squeezed Tong Hu's stiff biceps, Ling Zhi's faint smile that was hard to catch, God knows, Earth knows, the biting Tong Hu knows, he himself who was bitten... You can know it, but you can also forget it.

During the discussion of "mad dog disease" you said, Zhao Wanli, who was carrying the dog's leg, lost his composure. He was eager to let go of the dog, and hurried to the entrance of the tomb.

Ling Zhi glanced at Zhao Wanli, who was in a hurry, and continued nonchalantly: "As far as I know, mad dog disease is transmitted to people only after the dog bites a person after getting sick. How could a good dog in the village suddenly become sick?"

"Then we don't know. Our village is surrounded by mountains and rivers. Maybe the dog has been bitten by other wild animals and got mad." Li Yin followed Ling Zhi with a low eyebrow.

"It's not impossible." There was nothing to question, Ling Zhi responded casually, "At that time, did you invite the doctor to show me, is it because the old woman became dumb after her son passed away?"

"Look, I've drank several prescriptions for calming the mind, but it's useless." Li Yin sighed tiredly, "I really didn't notice when the dog became dumb. Can't hear the dog."

With a perfunctory sentence of "So that's how it is", Ling Zhi climbed towards the entrance of the tomb, climbed to the ground, and turned around to pick up Tong Hu who didn't need help at all.

The group of people returned to the sunlight and took deep breaths at the same time. Compared with the tomb passage that stinks of corpses, the fragrance of grass in the mountains is heaven.

The dog's corpse was thrown into the mule cart by Zhao Wanli, with his arms folded and his face darkened, as if he couldn't coax a big fat chicken without a half-pound old white dry.

Ling Zhi held back his laughter, and unkindly helped Tong Hu to the red-maned horse, "Old Zhao, Brother Huzi and I will ride the horse back first. Don't worry, go down the mountain and be careful."

Tong Hu got on the horse "weakly", Ling Zhi followed closely behind, and when he turned around, Ling Zhi lowered the corner of his mouth and snorted coldly, "What kind of powerlessness is blamed for the disease, a village liar is right!"

"A strong man has a strong hand, and behind a capable man there is a capable man. This liar, maybe he has the difficulties of a liar?" Tong Hu threw off the mule cart without haste, clamped his legs on the horse's belly, and walked quickly downhill.

Ling Zhi's eyes lit up: "What do you mean?"

Can't wait to turn his face away to listen to the analysis, the edges of his ears inadvertently rubbed against the hot lips behind him, Lingzhi shrunk his neck, and his chin squeezed out a layer of soft flesh, "What are you doing so close to me?"

"Is it near?"

It was too late to say that, but soon, Tong Hu opened his mouth and bit the tip of Pink's ear, and then chased after him in a salty and moderate tone: "If you call a thief again, you won't be easy on the baby."

"Bah!" Ling Zhi deliberately buried Tong Hu, turned around and pretended to spit, "I am an official, you are a thief! Smelly prostitute/thief, shameless!"

Holding on to his straight and crisp spine, Ling Zhi slapped Tong Hu's thigh with a bone-crushing palm.

What's even more irritating is...the legs are really tight.

No wonder the old man always said that people are dead compared to others, and goods are thrown away when compared with goods.He is also a man, did he lose at the starting line?

Is it his father, not Tong Sanzhuang?Or is he drinking less breast milk?They also have fathers but no mothers, isn't it too bad?

When his eyebrows drooped, and he saw Tong Hu's wrist holding the rein, Ling Zhi couldn't help cursing inwardly: Damn, the wrist and neck are two circles thinner than others.

Ling Zhi was playing a big donkey, and he kicked Tong Hu with his kick.

Tong Hu is not a character who suffers in vain, he pecked his angry face, "If I were a shameless slut/thief, I would have been stripped to the point where there is no hair left .”

After making love, Tong Hu talked about the business, "Did Baby Zhi find out? The village is too rich."

"What do you mean?" Sudden stop, Ling Zhi became serious, his brows and eyes involuntarily tightened, looking fierce from the front.

"In the past two years, there has been either drought or flood. The price of wheat flour has risen year after year. However, in Ningping Village, which relies on farming for a living, every household has a single courtyard. Isn't it strange?" Tong Hu buried his head in the market all day, and was naturally sensitive to prices.

"If you don't tell me, I really ignored it." Ling Zhi said slowly: "It's not just a single-family house, food and clothing are not casual, even the quilts in the wing rooms are made of new cotton balls, and the old woman's house is still hanging Salted fish and bacon."

"So in such a rich village, why didn't they get rich quietly instead of recruiting a medical officer?" Tong Hu asked.

"Wu Wang is indeed superfluous. With him around, it can't be smoothed out." The little head that had lost his hair clung to Tong Hu's shoulder, and Ling Zhi muttered: "If he is here to share a piece of the pie, why should he?" Let the six doors get in, won't you be afraid of chicken flying eggs?"

"Existence is reasonable. Maybe it wasn't Wu Wang who allowed the six doors to get in?" Tong Hu squeezed the flesh on Ling Zhi's stomach, and encouraged him: "Your belly is more than others. Use your brain, think about it.”

Ling Zhipu raised his head, "Say what you said again!"

Tong Hu's words passed by his ears, like an arrow in the danger of throwing a pot, Ling Zhi was sure that he would think of it once he said it again.

Tong Hu repeated the words of encouragement, and the movements of his hands were not bad at all, "I said you two or two..."

"It's not this sentence, it's the last sentence!" Ling Zhi patted the back of Tong Hu's hand anxiously, "What did you say in the last sentence?"

"I said maybe it wasn't the six doors that Wu Wang invited."

As soon as Tong Hu finished speaking, Ling Zhi's shoulders trembled, "I see."

The saliva moistened his throat, and Ling Zhi didn't let it go, "Someone had an old grievance with Wu Wang, and used the fat of Ningping Village to trick Wu Wang, and then he returned the carbine and borrowed the hand of the six doors to punish Wu Wang. "

"Who would that be?"

There was an extra "someone" out of thin air, and Tong Hu couldn't figure it out.

Ling Zhi licked his back molars, with a clever look on his face: "I suspect it has something to do with Song An, the former county magistrate of Qinglu County."

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Thank you for the treasure you collected yesterday, I am motivated again, hahahaha