The cheongsam beauty becomes a god after the end of the law

Chapter 22 22. Send the clay boy away

Chen Xiangyin has heard of clay children. It is said that a childless woman asks for clay children in the temple and names them. After her death, the children will have spirituality and bless the soil and water.

I didn’t expect that some people still continue this custom.

A team of people delivering clay children approached in a mighty manner, passing by Agarwood Yin and He Chongtian. There were many surprised looks, but no one stopped and continued the solemn ceremony.

Eight people in the middle are carrying a wooden sedan chair, which is covered with red cloth.

When passing by Agarwood, the wind blew a corner of the red cloth.

Chen Xiangyin glanced at the black statue in the shape of a child inside, with a smile on its face and a red light, which was extremely strange.

Behind the team were other people from the village. They were not as elaborate as those who carried sedan chairs and played music in front of them, and the team was also looser.

Chen Xiang followed one of the aunts who looked very cheerful, "Auntie, what are you doing?"

The aunt's face was full of joy, "The clay boy has appeared at the full moon, send the clay boy!" and then said: "You two, city people? I have never seen you, what are you doing here?"

Chen Xiangyin took out the portrait: "Looking for..."

He Chongtian interrupted: "Looking for a friend. She lent us money to invest before, and she got dividends, but she couldn't contact anyone."

Chen Xiangyin continued: "Yes, I heard that she returned to her hometown, so I came to find her."

"Dividends! That's a good thing. What's it called?" The aunt was surprised.

Chen Xiangyin unfolded the scroll, and the aunt's face suddenly changed. She pointed her elbow at the aunt in front of her who was wearing a floral cotton-padded jacket: "Go and ask her."

After saying that, he ignored the two of them, but why did Chen Xiangyin think that the aunt looked at her with disgust?

Without thinking much, Chen Xiangyin caught up with the flower-padded lady in front and repeated his old trick of claiming dividends.

The aunt, Aunt Feng, who originally had an ugly face when she saw the portrait, her eyes were shining now: "You are Cuilan's friends! Dividends? How much can you divide?"

He seemed to realize that what he said was inappropriate, and said sadly: "Cuilan is our daughter. You should come as soon as possible. She died of dystocia more than a month ago."

Cuilan should be Xie Sui's real name, more than a month ago? Hasn't she been missing for more than a year?
  Seeing that Chen Xiangyin remained silent, Aunt Feng added, "Cuilan is really our daughter. After sending off the clay baby later, I will take you to my house!"

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Aunt Feng's house was even more dilapidated than other houses. The walls were made of rammed earth, and air leaked from all directions. The inside of the house was colder than outside, and there was a rancid smell.

There is also an uncle in the house, Wang Guitian, Cuilan's father.

Lying on the bed, listening to nothing outside the window, eyes closed, coughing from time to time.

Chen Xiangyin folded her arms in a cold voice: "Why is there no memorial tablet for Cuilan at home?"

Hearing her speak, the uncle opened his eyes: "Who is here?"

Aunt Feng said while lighting the fire: "Cuilan's friend during her lifetime, you always said that Cuilan was not living up to expectations, but she was trying to live up to her expectations. She was investing in business outside, and her friends came over to give her dividends!"

The smoke from the burning coal rose, and the uncle sat up and coughed violently: "Oh...how much is it?"

Agarwood looked towards He Chongtian.

Crane soared into the sky: "Thirty thousand."

In such a backward village, an average family's annual harvest may only be two to three thousand.

Aunt Feng was indeed happy: "Oh! There are so many! That, that, that..." She wiped the dust on her hands, looking a little embarrassed.

"If you don't bring cash, you can transfer money." He Chongtian said.

Chen Xiangyin took the lead and said, "Hey... Cuilan is gone, and only you two are left. The white-haired one will send the black-haired one away. My condolences."

Aunt Feng: "Yes, this child is strong, but his life is miserable."

Seeing that the two of them didn't continue to transfer money, it was not good for her to keep mentioning it, and then said: "You two, have you had dinner? There is nothing good to eat at home. If you don't mind it, why don't you stay for a bite to eat?"

Chen Xiangyin: "Auntie, can we stay overnight? You see it's dark outside. It's one thing that it's inconvenient for us to go back. The main thing is that I want to talk to you more. Cuilan is gone, so we can at least provide her with a bed. A fragrant one."

Aunt Feng looked embarrassed: "Here...women without heirs cannot be buried." After whispering, she immediately added: "As for accommodation...it's not that Auntie is stingy, our family only has three rooms and two beds. I and I One for the old man, and one for Cuilan."

"It doesn't matter." She hoped to find some clues from the room where Xie Sui lived. Aunt Feng glanced at Wang Guitian, who nodded.

"It doesn't matter if you don't mind. Some people may say it's bad luck, but let me tell you, if you have a good relationship and are your own friends, you will naturally not be taboo about this. Who is not a human before death?"

"Do you mind if we sleep together?" Chen Xiangyin raised her face and asked He Chongtian in a low voice.

He Chongtian ignored her and followed Aunt Feng into Cuilan's room.

Agarwood also followed, and there was a faint fishy smell.

The room without lights was gloomy. There was a simple three-drawer chest beside the small bed. The drawers were crooked. There was only a red plastic round mirror with a flower bottom on the chest, which was split and broken in the middle.

Aunt Feng made the bed, with her stocky body blocking the bed. Agarwood bent down to look at it, and in a flash, there were large scabbed red and black blood stains on the cotton mattress underneath. When the bedding was covered, the air flowed, and a strong fishy smell hit her nostrils.

At dinner time, the table was filled with thin soup and little water.

What did Ren He Chongtian and Shen Xiangyin ask? They were both very tight-lipped and polite, but they couldn't even get out a single word of useful information.

What was wrong with him during his lifetime? Why didn't he set up a memorial tablet? Wherever the grave is, he kept silent as if he hadn't heard anything.

He Chongtian put off the transfer of money until the next day on the grounds that the bank was closed.

It gets dark early, there is no electricity in the village, and their eyes are darkened. Chen Xiangyin and He Chongtian sit on the bed where Cuilan was alive and quietly review the story.

"Have you noticed anything strange? Apart from the deliberate concealment of these two people?" Chen Xiang asked.

He Chongtian moved to the other side of the bed and looked at the rusty iron bedside in the moonlight. His fingertips touched it and saw sharp scratches. He was taller, leaned back, and touched the bedside shelf with his long arm, showing the same scratches.

"Cuilan must have been tied here with wires or chains, and she was struggling very hard." He Chongtian stood up and walked towards the door.

"Why are you going?" Chen Xiang asked.

He Chongtian: "You've had a lot of soup for dinner. Aren't you hungry? Go back to the car and have something to eat."

"I'm not going. It wouldn't be good if we were all gone and we were discovered. Also, you can just sleep in the car."

He Chongtian:?

"Aren't you afraid?" The whole room was filled with gloom.

Chen Xiangyin crossed his arms and said pitifully: "I'm afraid, there are still large blood stains on the mattress, but if you tell people... you don't like them, it's so ambiguous to sleep together. What if I..."

He Chongtian interrupted her: "Shut up, I'll go back quickly."

After He Chongtian left, the temperature in the whole room seemed to drop a few degrees lower, and Chen Xiangyin couldn't help but shiver.

There was a quilt on the bed, but she felt uncomfortable and didn't want to cover it. She stood up and moved around, wondering how to continue investigating this matter and where to look for the evil spirit.

The red plastic mirror on the table reflected the moonlight mottledly.

Agarwood glanced out of the corner of her eye, and something seemed to flash by. Was it a bird outside the window?

Approaching the mirror, the moment she picked it up, a cold feeling ran down her back. The rusty mirror suddenly reflected a white and cut face behind her!

Even though she was not surprised, she was still so frightened that she almost screamed.

"Who are you scaring?" Chen Xiang turned around, but found nothing.

Can it only be seen in the mirror? It's impossible, she can see everything, even people like Ah Pong can see it.

Or are you leaving?

Since he showed up, why didn't he look for her?

Not for her?

Agarwood sent a chill down the spine: He Chongtian was walking alone outside at night.

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