Chapter 34 Dragonfly Water

Qin Zhong was on the top, and several people of the old Geng family were in the pit. The two groups confronted each other, and the dog barked at Qin Zhong.

It took a long time for the Korean army to recover, and the sweat on his forehead cracked down.

Qin Zhong shook the two kitchen knives in his hand, looked at the people in the pit and curled their lips and smiled, "You said that you have fallen into the pit now. Shall I pull you or fill you with some soil?"

"Do you still want to kill?"

"Shut up, we don't want to kill people, and we haven't killed anyone, but you think we kill people, and we're not what you think." Qin Zhong gently rubbed his feet and raised a burst of loess, and the loess fell into the pit.

The two groups are facing each other like this. Qin Zhong knows in his mind that it's time to start the coffin. If it's dawn for a while, it won't be easy to do.

It is said that if the ancestral grave of the family has been dug, the villagers will certainly make a lot of noise, so it is necessary for him to complete the matter in the shortest time. The purpose of rubbing the earth into the pit is to ask the people in the pit to ask them as soon as possible to save them.

After all, the people in the pit are not all Lao Geng's sons. Someone has already said soft words: "Come on, buddy, don't toss around. I don't care about their family's affairs. You drag me up first."

"How can I believe that you won't play with me again when you come up?" Qin Zhong said it bluntly.

Someone in the pit had an idea with Lao Geng's son: "How about this? Let's just think that they really want to find out the truth and let them examine the body. If it's a mystery, we don't need to say anything else. We'll just see it in court at that time."

As soon as Qin Zhong heard this, he sneered, "Look at this buddy. He still knows the law. Well, I'll drag you up first." In fact, Qin Zhong and Han Jun had already prepared a relatively thick tree pole, and the two of them put the tree pole into the pit.

This time, the people in the pit rushed up and wanted to come out first, and they had already lost the peace of the beginning.

Not long after, there was only Lao Geng's son left in the pit. After Qin Zhong pulled him up together, a look of Lao Geng's son made Qin Zhong feel dangerous behind them.

Qin Zhong didn't say anything else. He stabbed the two knives one after the other and resisted the people who came: "Who dares to move? Don't let me say that you are shameless villains."

Not to mention, Qin Zhong's two kitchen knives are really useful. Several people who want to rush to them have braked.

"Let's go and take me back. I have to take a good look at the body. It should have been lowered by some people." Qin Zhong said very professionally.

Lao Geng's son sighed: "Well, since my father can't live in peace even if he dies, let you toss around. If you tell lies, I will sue you tomorrow."

Qin Zhong didn't say more, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and the group went straight to Lao Geng's tomb.

Such a thing is a coincidence, and it can only be said that it is a coincidence, waiting for this group of people to arrive at Lao Geng's cemetery.

As soon as everyone arrived at the cemetery, Lao Geng's son's eyes protruded and stared straight at the coffin.

Qin Zhong was also dumbfounded. The coffin that had just been cut out was actually empty, and there was not even a blue dress residue left.

Han Jun took a cold breath and his face was slightly pale: "It's broken. He slowly turned his head and looked at Qin Zhong."

"shi bian!" Qin Zhong looked at Han Jun and took this sentence again. The judgment of the two was actually the same, which made the old Geng family stunned.

Lao Geng's son knelt on the ground and cried and shouted for his father. In fact, it is also reprecated for him to do this. His father is gone, his body is gone, and ordinary people have to get angry.

Qin Zhong immediately picked up the guy again and began to plan the earth around the coffin: "Uncle Han, help me to see if the coffin board below is broken."

The two dug the coffin a little deeper and found that the coffin used by Lao Geng was actually placed vertically, and the person lay flat in the coffin, that is to say, the coffin used by Lao Geng was several times the size of an ordinary coffin.

"Isn't this a dragonfly?" Qin Zhong said to himself, turned his head and said to Lao Geng's son, "Do you have an ancestral hall in your house, and who helped you do this hole?"

"It's a shaman I invited from afar from an acquaintance in the former village."

Qin Zhong pinned the kitchen knife to his waist and raised his eyebrows: "Your family is really rich. If you still have time, please shaman. The hole they gave you must have changed the ancestral hall together, right?"

"Yes, all the spiritual positions in the ancestral hall are cushioned with golden basins."

"Well, this is quite conscientious. Let's go and go to your ancestral hall to find your father. I guess he doesn't know anyone now. Mother, he is rotten into that virtue, and he can still come out to be a zombie." Qin Zhong said this in an obvious super professional appearance.

The Korean army kept admiring and admiring it.

Qin Zhong's son was also at a loss. It took him a long time to say a sentence: "Well, I'll take you to my ancestral temple." His voice obviously has that strange and incomprehensive tone.

The others in the village listened to Qin Zhong's words as if they were listening to the heavenly book. They all wanted to join in to see the fun. A large group of people followed Lao Geng's son through the woods and stopped in a relatively spacious courtyard at the head of the village.

"Here it is, but we can't go in so many people. The Geng family has a cloud, and outsiders must first worship three times before entering."

"I know." Qin Zhong gave the entrance ceremony, and Lao Geng's son opened the door.

Qin Zhong looked at the yard, and the huge yard was cleaned up. There was a fragrant case in the main room, with golden silk and satin on it, and three kneeling mats side by side in front of the incense case for future generations to kneel.

There is a large incense burner with a diameter of more than ten inches on the incense table, which is full of smoky sandalwood. There is a chair next to the incense case. On the chair is a simple old man. His face may be accompanied by the ancestors in the ancestral hall all day long, and his face is already dark blue.

Lao Geng's son let Qin Zhong enter the hall, followed by a large group of Geng's children, and dozens of cards on the incense case were lifted up with golden copper plates one by one.

At this moment, there are more people looking at the yard. Although everyone is very quiet, there are so many people in this yard, and suddenly it suddenly looks much more lively.

The old man sitting in the chair closed his eyes slightly and seemed to hear his slow snoring.

"Uncle Da, Uncle Da?" Lao Geng's son came to the old man and shouted and gently pushed the old man with his hand.

The old man coughed twice and tried to open his hazy eyes. Two rice-sized eye excrement stuck to the corners of his eyes: "How come there are so many people? Are there dead people in the village again? The old man went to the spiritual position.

Qin Zhong looked at the old man and laughed. Han Jun toured the ancestral hall and didn't seem to find anything.

The old man scratched his neck, looked at the people in the yard, and said vaguely, "My condolences, I don't know who owns this is. I promise to finish painting the spiritual position tomorrow."

"Hey, no one has died in this matter, but someone is alive. I don't know if you have any old friends here?" Qin Zhong asked the old man.

The old man blinked his old eyes: "I don't know about this. I've been asleep. Don't you wake me up until you come!"

"Then why don't you sleep**?" Han Jun asked.

The old man grinned and said, "This is not a person who has just died in the village. I have to guard here. Besides, in the past two days, the wives in the two rooms have been quarreling and playing mahjong all day long, making them quarrel to death, so I still sleep more steadily here. These men only sit here every day. Son."

Qin Zhong looked puzzled and asked again, "Are the ladies in the side room also cushioned with copper plates?"

"Of course, that's the descendant of our first shaman in Manchuria. What he did is absolutely first-class."

Qin Zhong nodded, but at this moment he noticed a problem. The old man didn't know if there was something growing on his neck. Every time he said a few words, he scratched it, and he felt as if he was going to scratch his skin.

Han Jun muttered, "Xiao Zhong, I wonder if Lao Geng will not be here?"

Qin Zhong turned his head and asked Lao Geng's son, "What does your father usually like?"