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The old lady's words made the three of them stop their movements successfully. Looking at the face as thin as old Jiang's head, Wen Liang didn't feel too embarrassed.Grabbing a handful of unkempt hair, he laughed dryly.

"Haha, so you recognized us. What did you mean by that just now? Do you know who killed your wife?"

There was no words, the old lady just sat there hunched over, and after a long time said: "Yes, although I heard that you had some conflicts with Lao Jiang in the ancestral hall, but it was just a quarrel, why would it be serious enough to hurt you?" His life."

She let out a long sigh, looking forward with her turbid eyes, she was able to see things more clearly than most normal people, "We are an old couple who will spend our lives peacefully, but Lao Jiang is rather rigid. After hearing that there were outsiders in the village, one I can't turn my muscles, so I killed the black dog and poured blood on you...he broke the rules first."

The old lady raised her eyes and found that the faces of the three people were full of doubts and puzzles. She guessed that they probably didn't understand what the rules were.

"Killing dogs is a taboo in the village, let alone taking dog blood and using it to splash people. Old Jiangtou must have been instigated by others. Otherwise, based on his personality, no matter how you think about it, he would not provoke you so recklessly. .”

"Before he went out, I came out of the house and saw the guy from the Zhao family just leaving by the path over there. After that, he went to the ancestral hall and made a fool of himself."

The old lady was very depressed, she knew these secrets, but as a lonely old lady like her, no one would believe her even if she told it.

"I haven't seen Old Jiangtou since then. At noon the next day, the Zhao family carried his body into the yard. I didn't know he was dead until then."

Outside the shabby glass windows, dry and sharp branches swayed in the wind, making strange and harsh sounds when they hit the glass, as if someone was scratching the dusty glass with the tips of their fingernails.

"They didn't tell me the specific cause of Old Jiangtou's death, they just vaguely said that his body was found on the old locust tree at the entrance of the village."

With trembling hands, the old lady took another sip of the already cold water, and said rather self-deprecatingly, "I still heard from the neighbors in the neighborhood that it was the three outsiders who killed him for revenge."

"Grandma, it's not us..." Looking at the old lady's eyes with faint tears, Xie Jin thought of his deceased grandma. He subconsciously wanted to explain, but found that no matter what he said now, it was a bit inappropriate.

"Oh, I don't know." The old lady collected her emotions, pinched her nose severely, and sighed heavily again, "Is it because of this that the three of you came to me? Now that you know what I'm thinking, Let's go."

She got off the bed tremblingly, her rickety back made her walk very staggeringly, and the wind outside has been relentless since just now, she pushed open the door, and her whole body was submerged in the yellow sand, "I still want to guard the first seven for Old Jiang. Even the casket couldn't save his life this time."

"Wait, I still have something to ask you." Wen Liang followed her out of the house, and the silhouettes of the two were instantly blurred by the sand and dust, only the conversation that was almost scattered by the wind came into the house.

Xie Jin didn't hesitate, he pulled Ji Duan and chased after them. They covered their faces with their hands to prevent the yellow sand blown by the wind from blowing into their eyes. In the dust, Wen Liang and the old lady stood beside the coffin outside the house, talking about something.

"Why didn't you listen to the rumors in the village, but instead believed that the three of us outsiders didn't kill your wife?" Wen Liang squinted his eyes halfway, the old lady's stooped body was not half his height, "Or, you old couple are here, Life is hard too?"

The old lady smiled wryly. She wiped away the yellow sand that got into her mouth, and slowly touched the coffin containing the corpse of Lao Jiang's head. No matter how hard it is, can it be harder than being alone?"

She touched the edge of the coffin, but the lid was not closed. She reached into the coffin, and what she touched was Lao Jiang's body whose head was so cold.

The old lady braved the wind and sand, and under the stunned gaze of the three, she slowly climbed up to the edge of the coffin. Because they were so close, Wen Liang could even hear the muffled sound of her bones moving.

"Grandma, what are you doing!" Xie Jin saw that the old lady was already halfway into the coffin, and rushed forward to pull her, but was thrown away by the old lady unexpectedly.

The skinny old lady exerted all her strength at this time, "Don't touch me, I want to lie next to Lao Jiang."

She stubbornly put her other leg into the coffin and sat in the coffin. Her voice became hoarse due to the amount of sand poured into her, "I know you didn't kill anyone, so just pretend you haven't seen me today, so go away."

"You can't be preparing..." Ji Duan's body was obviously not used to the wind and sand, he coughed hastily, and the hand holding the corner of Xie Jin's clothes couldn't help tightening, "Uncle, Uncle Xie, she can't be preparing End your life here!"

The old lady's fragmented chuckle came from the wind, she scratched the edge of the coffin with her withered fingers, "Since you found out, why don't you do me one last favor?"

She looked at Wen Liang who was closest to her. Although this white-haired young man looked frivolous, he should be able to help. "Can the firewood you brought back for me be lit after I lie down?"

As if she didn't feel that her idea would be too shocking, the old lady continued, "Lao Jiang and I have guarded earth tombs for others all our lives, and in the end we want to experience the feeling of cremation, we don't want to end up in that kind of thing. "

"Wait a minute, we didn't promise to help you commit suicide." Wen Liang felt a headache. He didn't expect that they were only planning to sell favors, but they ended up running into such a thing. "And that kind of thing? What does that thing refer to?" ?”

"You will know soon." The old lady looked at the sky full of yellow sand. The roots of her eyelashes were almost covered with dense sand, but she didn't feel any pain. "Every seventh day, that thing will accompany the sky Yellow sand appears."

She slowly lay down next to Old Jiangtou's body, muttering non-stop, "This is the life of the tomb keeper, this is the life of the tomb keeper."

"No! We will not agree to your request!"

As soon as Xie Jin opened his mouth, he was hit by the oncoming yellow sand. He retched twice, spit out the sand in his mouth, and shouted to the old lady, "Even if your wife dies, you must at least take it with you. We will not agree to miss him and spend his old age peacefully!"

"It's fine if you don't agree, it's an optional request anyway." The old lady's dull and hoarse voice came out of the coffin, "I'm just begging you, it's up to you whether you agree or not, and I just need to lie here and wait. Let’s just meet Lao Jiang again in the underworld.”

How can there be such a stubborn old lady!

Xie Jin was startled and anxious, he wanted to ask Wen Liang and Ji Duan to help, but neither of them moved, "Let's work together to lift her out, Wen Liang? We can't let her starve to death in this coffin alone, right Ji Duan?" ?”

No one answered, the wind and sand whistled against the bodies of the three of them, and the stones mixed with them crackled on the coffin, making people feel depressed.

"Speak, why don't you speak?" Xie Jin was a little anxious, so he stretched out his hand to pull the old lady, and Wen Liang stopped him just as he stretched halfway.

"Just like you said." Wen Liang put his hands back to the natural drooping state while Xie Jin was in a daze, "If she wants to die, even after we lift her out, she will still choose to climb in again."

"But, you can't watch her wait to die!" Xie Jin was surprised by Wen Liang's overly calm, and he didn't care about the sand that kept pouring into his mouth and nose. He waved his arms excitedly, "It's fine to take her to the home of a familiar villager. It's fine to lift her out, we can't just watch her die."

Perhaps the hunched figure of the old lady really resembles his deceased grandma, Xie Jin is very emotional now, he looks at Wen Liang in disbelief, tears welling up in his eyes unconsciously, "You, you are the legendary real Shiqing! "

"Uncle Xie, be gentle with him..."

"Calm down, Xie Jin." Wen Liangwu raised his hand and pressed Xie Jin's shoulder, exerting force with five fingers at the same time, the indescribable pain spread from his shoulder to his whole body, "I'm just a Taoist priest, I can't control a person's life and death, I can do it The only thing I can do is to make necessary persuasion when the other party can still change their minds."

Looking at the old lady who was lying in the coffin and repeating the sentence just now, Wen Liang asked Xie Jin, "Have you ever thought about why she wanted to die after the death of Lao Jiangtou, why did she propose to let the old man die?" If we set fire to their coffins, what will that so-called thing be in her mouth?"

"I... but!"

The wind became more arrogant than before, and the sand and stones that hit their faces were like irregular blades, constantly scratching the tender flesh on their faces. Xie Jin was staggered by the sudden strong wind, and the words in his mouth were not only unspoken Come out, the tongue seems to have been bitten by myself.

The smell of blood seemed to have faded in the strong wind. Xie Jin couldn't open his eyes. He opened his arms to touch it, and then felt himself being drawn into a familiar embrace.

"Don't move, your eyes are fascinated by the sand." Ji Duan's voice rang in his ears accompanied by a cough, followed by a gasp. Ji Duan seemed to have seen something terrifying, and hugged Xie Jin in his arms Tighter.

"What's the matter? What happened?" Xie Jin wanted to open his eyes, but he felt that his eyelids were covered with a layer of sand at some point, making the tender flesh raw and painful.

"Don't talk, don't talk now." Losing his sight, Xie Jin could only feel that Ji Duan was leading him to evacuate backwards with his sensory awareness. With a creaking sound, they seemed to have returned to the small brick house just now .

"Wash the sand out of his eyes with water, and there is a bottle of normal saline in the bag, it may hurt." This is Wen Liang talking, Xie Jin fumbled around, and finally touched the edge of the table corner.

With the sound of the iron basin colliding with the table, Xie Jin felt that someone had lifted his upper eyelids. He straightened his head and raised his head according to the instructions, only to feel a cold liquid flow into his eyes. Crazy pain.

Xie Jin instinctively wanted to open his mouth to shout, but he suddenly remembered Ji Duan's instruction just now, and hurriedly blocked his mouth with his hands. He acted too hastily, so that this time there was blood from the tiger's mouth again.

But this pain is nothing compared to his eyes, so he maintained this posture until the blurred light and shadow returned to his eyes.

"Okay, let go of Uncle Xie, clean it up." Ji Duan held up the hand that was bitten by Xie Jin himself, and poured the remaining normal saline on it for disinfection.

Xie Jin, who had just recovered his sight, hadn't slowed down yet, his eyes were a little out of focus, until he saw the back of Wen Liang standing in front of the window and the scene outside the window, his pupils suddenly shrank.

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Quiet Mimi reveals that Xie Jin and Wen Liang's attitude towards the old lady's single-minded death will correspond to the attitude at the end of Badong Village)

Uncle Xie got sand in his eyes, it hurts...