trick wife

Chapter 11
I was terrified in my heart, and I wanted to turn my head away, but suddenly I found that my body couldn't move, and I felt as if something was about to be pulled out of my body.

"It's just nonsense."

Just when I was panicking, Xiaoling's voice suddenly came out.

"This girl is here, even a passerby dares to be presumptuous."

Xiaoling's voice was very cold, and the surrounding temperature seemed to drop a few degrees at this time, but after Xiaoling's voice came out, my body regained control, and the feeling of being pulled by someone disappeared.

I gasped heavily, even though I didn't see anything just now, I could feel someone pulling my body, if it wasn't for Xiao Ling's sudden opening, I'd probably be dead right now.

"I told you not to look back, are you deaf? You're just fooling around." Xiao Ling walked to my side and said coldly.

"I..." I didn't know how to speak, at first Xiaoling did tell Fatty and me, but the voice just now was very similar to my father's, so I couldn't help but turn around.

"Okay, okay, it's all right! Master Xiaoling, don't be angry." Fatty stood up and said.

"Angry?" Xiao Ling sneered and said, "If it wasn't because of that painting, I don't care if he lives or dies."

After Xiao Ling said something, she walked forward. The fat man glanced at me and followed. I followed behind them, feeling very puzzled. Although the tube was on Xiao Ling, she never opened it. That tube, but why did she know there were paintings in it?
And why did Xiaoling know that the painting was on me at the very beginning?And she helped me because of that painting, is there any value or secret in that painting?
I remember my mother said that the nine women in the painting are all my yin wives, which means that the painting has always been my property, but why does Xiaoling seem to know that painting very well?
The more I thought about it, the more I didn't understand. At this time, Xiaoling and Fatty were some distance away from me. The surroundings were gloomy. Just stopped.

Although Xiaoling stopped in her tracks, she didn't speak. The fat man and I looked at each other and didn't speak.

"Let's go! There is no danger here." Xiaoling said lightly, and then continued to walk forward.

"No danger?" I underestimated. I have been to the barren village several times, and I know the danger best. I almost died here a few times, but why does Xiaoling say that there is no danger here?Could it be that Xiaoling was too weak to notice?

It’s hard to refute if I ask her now, but we really didn’t encounter any danger along the way, and soon returned to the village. The village was brightly lit at this time, and there were sounds of gongs, drums and suona.

We entered the village and walked towards my house without stopping. When I first arrived at the door of my house, I heard a shrill cry. I frowned, and quickly accelerated my pace. Similarly, Xiaoling and the others followed.

There are many people in my family, and basically all the villagers are in the yard of my house. The first time I entered the door, I saw the mourning hall. At this time, there were three more coffins in the mourning hall. I knew that one belonged to my father, and Bai Carpenter and another villager Yes, but now why is there another coffin?
"Little mouse, you are back, have you invited the Taoist priest?" At this moment, Bai Zhiyong walked up to me and asked.

"Please come." I nodded and said: "But what's going on, why is there another coffin?"

"Ah!" Bai Zhiyong sighed and said, "After you left, another villager died. Everyone said that your old man's ghost frightened him to death, so they put the coffin in your house."

I wasn't too surprised to hear Bai Zhiyong's explanation, but I was puzzled. Why did everyone think it was my dad's ghost that scared the villagers to death?Have they seen it?

"What's the matter with your house, little mouse? Why are there so many coffins?" The fat man walked up to me and asked in a low voice.

I was just about to answer, but Bai Zhiyong grabbed the fat man: "Are you the master invited by the little mouse? We are waiting for you. Master, you must help us see if there is anything unclean in our village." thing."

Bai Zhiyong's voice was not low, and the surrounding villagers heard it, and all eyes were on Fatty for a moment.

The fat man was suddenly embarrassed and a little at a loss.

"Ahem..." I coughed, quickly pulled Bai Zhiyong's clothes and whispered in his ear: "He is not a master, she is."

As I said that, I looked at Xiaoling.

Bai Zhiyong also followed my gaze, but she looked puzzled when she saw Xiaoling. Perhaps in their perception, Taoist priests are generally men. Now that I brought back a woman, it is normal for them to be a little confused. .

"Little mouse, you can't do it! How could you just find someone to come back!" Bai Zhiyong looked at me and said.

"That's right! How could such a little girl be a master? You can't just fool us like this, little mouse! Could she be your wife?"

"I see! It must be that the little mouse didn't want a Taoist priest to collect his old man's ghost, so he just found someone."

The villagers all talked about it, and some villagers said it was very ugly, but I didn't blame them. It was all because of my dad that strange things happened in the village. When all these things are clarified, I believe The villagers don't say that anymore.

"It's just nonsense." Xiaoling suddenly took a step forward and said coldly.

It may be that Xiaoling's aura is too strong, the villagers didn't speak for a while, but they all looked at Xiaoling.

Xiaoling didn't speak again, but just walked towards the mourning hall. The eyes of the villagers followed Xiaoling, and I followed behind Xiaoling. Xiaoling first walked to the front of my father's coffin and sniffed, and then walked to other He even sniffed at the coffins of two villagers.

In the end, Xiaoling walked up to Carpenter Bai's coffin. As soon as Xiaoling walked in front of Carpenter Bai's coffin, she frowned. Although it was not obvious, I still saw it.

At this moment, none of the villagers opened their mouths to speak. Everyone was waiting for Xiaoling's next words. I was also very nervous. Can Xiaoling really tell who killed the villagers?

"Who made these coffins?" Xiao Ling didn't say who the murderer was, but looked at the villagers and asked.

"These coffins must have been made by Bai Carpenter, but he is dead now! Are there any problems with these coffins?" A villager asked.

Xiaoling frowned when she heard this, and a very classic sentence came out of her mouth again.

(End of this chapter)