Records of the Lost Cases of Helaitang in the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 119 Mu Zhi
For the villagers of Wanhu Village, the horrific legends they grew up hearing have a profound impact on them. In the afternoon, the rumors of Miss Yaoguang's apparition in Xianyun Tower made them fearful. At this moment, everything was silent. , I only saw snowmen on the bridge, and there were a few quick-thinking people who could probably guess a little bit.

Everyone was too scared to move, and some even took a few steps back. If there was any trouble, there was no doubt that they would flee.

Wang Heng tried his best to calm down his mind, cheer up, and was the first to walk slowly onto Sanying Bridge. Uncle He didn't care and followed him silently holding a lantern.

"There are no taboos." Wang Heng muttered to himself while dusting the snowman with his hands.

Maybe it didn't snow heavily in the afternoon and at night, and the snow was not too thick. Soon the snowman's clothes were exposed.

The first thing that caught his eye was a jade bracelet on his waist. This object looked very familiar and seemed to be Huang Yongning's accessory.

Wang Heng looked at Uncle He, who was expressionless and indifferent.

"You can only rely on yourself." Wang Heng muttered secretly, and bravely brushed the snowman's face gently.

Warm hands touched the cold snow, and his muscles twitched before freezing, and sadness surged into his chest.

The outline of Huang Yongning's face appeared before his eyes. He was unusually peaceful, as if he was sleeping soundly.

In an instant, everyone held their breath.

After that, there was a long silence. Wang Heng forced himself to calm down and said to Uncle He: "Carry Brother Yongning down."

True to nature of a farmer, he carries a hemp rope on a shoulder pole wherever he goes.

The villagers tied the pole with hemp rope to make a stretcher, and two young men carried Huang Yongning back to the village.

The speed of the return trip slowed down. When we entered the south gate, it was about to dawn, and the heavy snow that was falling gradually became lighter. Looking at this situation, the heavy snow that has been raging for many days will most likely stop today.

Uncle Yan waited all night and quickly directed the young man to carry his uncle to the carved hall. He was well prepared and had already invited the doctor in the village to wait.

The results of the doctor's examination showed that Huang Yongning had no wounds on his body and that he had no pulse. This was also expected.

Mr. Huang Er quickly arrived in a hurry. Hearing that Huang Yongning had passed away, he was so upset that he snatched his crutch from the ground and shouted loudly: "It's an injustice in the past life, it's an injustice in the past life."

He hurriedly whispered to Uncle He. After hearing this, Uncle He spread his hands and shook his head repeatedly.

From the moment Mr. Huang entered the carved hall, Wang Heng kept an eye on his whereabouts.

What kind of injustice in the past life, only the foolish men and women in their village of ten thousand households believe that Huang Yongning was in his prime and in good health, and died at Sanying Bridge for no reason, so it must be murder. "Mr. Huang Er, brother Yongning died suddenly without any cause of illness. Have you sent someone to report to the local security chief?" Wang Heng probed, observing the other party's expression.

Mr. Huang Er frowned and was about to reprimand him when he saw that it was the Seventh Young Master Wang. He reluctantly said: "The eldest male, there are no fewer than five people who died from the curse in the past hundred years. The Seventh Young Master should also understand that the deceased is the oldest." , We, Zhuangzi, generally do not disturb the government, and put them to rest as soon as possible."

Wang Heng said sternly: "Brother Yongning was the talkative person of the eldest brother's sect. He was also a prominent figure in the Dongting Chamber of Commerce and even on Xishan Island. Now he died for unknown reasons. I'm afraid it would be inappropriate not to report him to the official."

Mr. Huang Er heard that there was something wrong in Wang Heng's words. He showed a vicious look for a moment, but then calmed down and said perfunctorily: "That's fine. When the snow stops, I will send my subordinates to report to the official."

At this time, in the land of Mr. Huang Er, Wang Heng did not dare to push too much, for fear of causing Mr. Huang to jump over the wall, so he nodded lightly, knowing in his heart that it was impossible for Mr. Huang to report to the official position. Uncle Yan, the servants in the east building, It is impossible to help him. Next, he may have to rely on himself to find out the cause of Huang Yongning's death.

While the two were talking, Uncle He handed Master Huang a note: "I found it on my uncle."

Wang Heng turned his face to look at it. On the note were a few lines of small Chinese characters: The ancient bridge is old and the pines are quiet. It is also a pleasure to sit for a while. After careful identification, it was signed "Mu Zhi".

Mu Zhi, Wang Heng clearly remembered seeing this name. In the guest house where he lived in the east wing and west wing, there were two poems on a piece of paper in a certain volume of storybook, and it was signed by Mu Zhi.

Mu Zhi felt a little strange in his heart.

However, Mr. Huang Er's expression changed drastically and the hand holding the note trembled slightly.

Not allowing Mr. Huang Er to think about it, Wang Heng immediately asked: "Mr. Huang Er, is there anything wrong with this?"

Mr. Huang Er held the paper tightly and said in a trembling voice: "Muzhi is Huang Liangfeng's cousin."

Huang Liangfeng, Huang Yuntai's father, was named Mu Zhi. Those two erotic lines were actually written by Huang Liangfeng.

"But, he has been dead for nine years, what's going on? It's really the eldest brother's fault. He first took Huang Liangfeng's life, and today he came to take Huang Yongning's life, so that the eldest son's direct descendants would be extinct." Huang The second master was quite surprised and somewhat incoherent.

The old bridge and old pines are quiet, and it's nice to sit there for a while.

These two lines of poems are not entirely correct for today’s situation. ,

The artistic conception of the poem is diluted and peaceful, and it is not as Mr. Huang Er understood it. The injustice in the past life is meant to seduce people's lives.

Wang Heng secretly felt that it was a bit far-fetched. Why did Huang Yongning have these two lines of poetry on his body?It was written by Huang Liangfeng, who passed away nine years ago, which is strange.

(End of this chapter)