Transmigrated into a farmer's lucky charm, all the villains in the family panicked.

Zhang Mian then personally led them to inspect all three shops.

After looking at three houses, the whole family was very satisfied, but then the whole family was conflicted.

Yun Shengsheng was also making plans in her mind.

I think the third one is the best. It's closer to where ordinary people live, and the people coming and going are mostly ordinary households.

The main street has a high volume of pedestrian traffic, but few residential areas. Pastries are inexpensive, so people can easily buy them while taking a stroll.

There are noticeably more women and children here than on the main street, and it seems women and children are more likely to buy sweets.

[We have three shops, and we can rent out one of them, which will provide an additional source of income.]

After hearing her words, the whole family stopped worrying.

Without saying a word, Yun Huaikang took out the money and reserved the third set. He also made an appointment with Zhang Mian to go to the yamen to transfer the property the next morning.

After finishing his business, Song Xiaolin was about to take his leave when his arm was suddenly grabbed.

"Come on, let's go to my house for a visit," Yun Huaikang said with a smile.

Song Xiaolin glanced at the sky, puzzled. "It's so late, what would I do at your house?"

Yun Huaikang smiled enigmatically and patted him on the shoulder.

"There's something I need your help with!"

His older brother is probably eagerly waiting for it.

Song Xiaolin was completely bewildered, but he couldn't refuse, so he had no choice but to go back to the village with him.

Upon reaching the village entrance, Yun Huaikang did not enter his house. Instead, he pulled Song Xiaolin around the courtyard and went directly up the back mountain.

It was nearly dusk, and the sunset had painted the hillside a vibrant orange-red, which looked quite beautiful, but Song Xiaolin felt that something was amiss.

"Huaikang, why did you bring me to the back mountain?" He looked around; the area was overgrown with weeds and so quiet that only birdsong could be heard.

Yun Huaikang turned around, and against the backdrop of the sunset, gave him a big smile.

Then he reached out and pushed.

"Why--"

Completely unprepared, Song Xiaolin leaned back and fell straight into a pit that was half a person deep.

"I—" He fell flat on his face, his mouth full of mud, and was about to start cursing when he looked up—

A shovelful of dirt came crashing down on his face.

Yun Huaikang pulled out a shovel from somewhere and began filling the pit with soil, his movements unhurried and deliberate, with a smile still on his face.

"Huaikang! Are you crazy?!" Song Xiaolin struggled in the pit, spitting out mud from his mouth and yelling.

"Don't move, don't move, it's almost finished filling in," Yun Huaikang said with a smile, throwing in another big shovelful of soil...

……

On the other side of the hillside, three pairs of eyes were staring intently through a clump of low bushes at Yun Huaikang burying the soil.

It was Yun Huai'an, Liang Dahua, and Yun Linlin.

They had just seen Song Xiaolin arrive and go into the back mountain with Yun Huaikang, so they knew that Yun Huaikang was about to make a move and quickly followed him here.

Then they saw Song Xiaolin fall into the pit, and Yun Huaikang fill it with soil shovel by shovel. The three of them stared wide-eyed with excitement!

"Father! Go report to the authorities quickly!" Yun Linlin said in a low voice, "Mother and I will stay here and guard the place; we'll make sure nothing goes wrong!"

Yun Huai'an, being more mature, hesitated and said, "Should we wait a bit longer? Let's go over and confirm after he's finished burying it."

"Oh dear, Father!" Yun Linlin stamped her feet anxiously, wishing she could run off to report to the authorities herself. "Hurry up! Have you forgotten what happened last time? If you dawdle any longer, everything will fall through!"

"But--"

Liang Dahua was also anxious. "What do you mean 'but'? Hurry up! We'll keep an eye on him here, he can't escape!" She even pushed Yun Huai'an hard, her expression both excited and fierce.

Having no other choice, Yun Huai'an clutched his still throbbing back and crouched down to slip out from the other side of the bushes.

Yun Linlin and Liang Dahua lay back down, their eyes fixed on the front.

They could see clearly that Huai Kang was filling the pit with soil shovel by shovel, and the things in the pit were struggling less and less until they finally stopped moving completely.

The corners of their mouths couldn't help but turn up.

Yun Linlin whispered, "That's great. My second uncle killed someone with his own hands, the evidence is irrefutable. I want to see how his family will steal my opportunities now!"

Suddenly someone gently patted them on the back.

"who--"

Before the two could turn around, a numbness shot through the back of their necks, and everything went black; they knew nothing more.

Half an hour later.

It was already getting dark, and a cool evening breeze was blowing through the mountains.

Panting, Yun Huai'an led two constables, stumbling along the steep slopes towards the back of the mountain.

"Gentlemen, hurry up! It's just ahead!" He urged, turning back as he walked, his voice urgent and loud.

"It was my second brother—I saw him beat someone to death with my own eyes and bury him on the back hill! Right there!"

Two constables followed him, one in front and one behind.

The one leading the group was none other than Gan Shuanzi, the son of the village chief of Ganjiacun.

His brow furrowed as he stared at Yun Huai'an and asked, "The second brother you mentioned, could it be Uncle Yun Huaikang?"

Yun Huai'an paused, turned around and glanced at him: "You know him?"

Gan Shuanzi didn't say much, just muttered "Hurry up and go" and walked past him in a few steps.

He didn't believe that Uncle Huaikang would kill someone and bury the body.

Just a few days ago, Uncle Huaikang was discussing with his father how to defend against refugees during the temple fair.

In fact, he worked in the county government office and knew about the recent unrest caused by displaced people, but he had not heard the specific details.

I was thinking of asking Uncle Huaikang where he heard the news the other day, but I didn't expect to hear about it today.

The three of them hurried to the place Yun Huai'an had mentioned. When they shone their torches on the ground, they saw that there were indeed obvious signs of digging. The soil was freshly turned, and there were a few withered leaves scattered around, seemingly blown over from somewhere.

The most striking thing was—a patch of dark red blood on the ground next to them!

The moment Yun Huai'an's gaze fell upon the bloodstain, he became incredibly excited, his voice cracking as he exclaimed, "Look! Look! Adults, look! Blood! Bloodstains! What did I tell you?!"

Gan Shuanzi squatted down, approached the bloodstain, and examined it carefully by the light of the torch.

Then I dipped my finger in it and brought it to my nose to smell it.

"This isn't human blood." He stood up, clapped his hands expressionlessly, and said, "It's pig's blood."

Yun Huai'an's ecstasy froze on his face, as if he had been doused with a bucket of cold water.

"No...nothing's right!" He paced anxiously in circles, pointing to the pile of turned-over soil on the ground. "I clearly saw my second brother kill Song Xiaolin with my own eyes! Push him into the pit, and fill it with soil shovel by shovel! It's true! How could this be pig's blood? It must be human blood!"

Before he could finish speaking, a burst of laughter came from behind him.

The sound came from afar and grew closer; it sounded very familiar.

When the group turned around, Yun Huai'an was stunned, like a stone statue frozen in place.

The one walking along the path was his second younger brother, Yun Huaikang.

The person next to me, who else could it be but Song Xiaolin...? How is he still alive...?