Liaozhai: I just want salted fish with invincible magical powers

Chapter 7
Everyone in the hall was shocked.

Hu Qian said: "When did he die? Has no one in his family found out?"

"The gentleman is alone, he seems to have been dead for a long time, and the people in the yamen are going to deal with it.

By the way, he still left a suicide note, saying that he heard that his third uncle had died and knew he was ashamed, so he hanged himself. "

"What about the things in the house, are there any traces of turning over?"

"No, the house is neat and tidy."

Shen Yang said: "First the fortune-teller counted Shiying's death, and then this gentleman hanged himself. This is getting more and more strange."

At this time, the prompt in Hu Qian's mind changed.

【Look at Yang Shiying's room】

So he got up and said, "Can you show me the bedroom of the deceased Uncle Ying?"

Yang Chengzhi said: "When you told me yesterday, I had someone guard it there, and the things inside were basically untouched."

So the Yang brothers led Hu Qian to Yang Shiying's bedroom.

However, the bedroom is extremely ordinary, and there is nothing special about it.

Hu Qian looked at it carefully for a while, and suddenly, on a whim, he leaned over and looked under the bed.

There was a cyan thread at the bottom of the bed that looked like it had fallen from a piece of clothing.

His heart moved, he put away the blue silk and went back to the hall.

Shen Yang was pulling the beautiful lady and said: "Qiao Niang, how did Shiying die?"

Before Qiaoniang could speak, Hu Qian had already entered.

Shen Yang quickly asked: "Did you find anything?"

Hu Qian shook his head, turned to look at Qiaoniang, "Auntie, please tell me in detail what happened that night."

The woman did not refuse, her eyes were full of grief.

"When my husband came back that day, he looked unhappy, so I asked him why. He said that there was a fortune teller who said he would die at midnight. After hearing that, I also scolded the fortune teller for talking nonsense.

Later, Xianggong said that he would sit in the room and drink until the end of the day, to see if anything would happen.

So Tweety and I were by the side, and then I was so sleepy that I fell asleep lying on the table.

After that, I heard my husband's "ah", rushed out of the house and ran out.

Tweety and I chased after, but it was dark and the road was slippery. Before we could catch up, Xianggong committed suicide by throwing himself into the river. "

Hu Qian narrowed his eyes, "So, that Tweety was there?"

"Yes."

"Can you ask Tweety here?"

"Tui'er is so stupid and stupid. I don't know what evil has happened to her these two days. She always said that she was dreaming about ghosts."

"Ok?"

After all, Hu Qian is the son of the county magistrate, and no one would stop him if he wanted to see Tweety.

What's more, everyone is still waiting to see how he solves this strange thing.

After a while, Tweety was brought over.

"Tweety, were you there when your master died?"

Tweety froze for a moment, tilted her head and looked at Hu Qian, "What do you mean by being present?"

"It's whether you are in front of him."

"Yes, the master asked me to pour him wine."

"and after?"

"I finished pouring the wine and went outside."

"Were there only master and madam in there then?"

"Yes."

"The master is drinking, what is the lady doing?"

"Madam was sleepy and fell asleep lying on the table."

"and then?"

"Then when I was standing outside taking a nap, I suddenly heard the old man make a strange cry, and then he rushed out the door. My wife and I chased after him, but we failed to catch up."

Hu Qian nodded.

Judging from what these two people said, Yang Shiying was indeed killed by a fortune teller.

But things are definitely not that simple.

Among other things, what happened to the blue hair under the bed?

"I heard you dreamed about ghosts?"

"Ah, it's scary. A ghost keeps chasing me, saying he's trapped in a cylinder and wants me to save him."

"Cylinder?"

He asked a few more questions, but that was all Tweety said, and she couldn't ask anything else.

So he turned around and asked Yang Dakai again, "What does Uncle Shiying like to do?"

"Shiying liked to catch pheasants and shoot rabbits since she was a child. She liked to eat wild game, drink alcohol, and nothing else."

"Has he been anywhere recently? Or has he met anyone special?"

"Apart from going to the town to drink, he went hunting in the woods, and he didn't go anywhere else, and he didn't see anyone."

Hu Qian nodded.

At this time, the prompt in the brain changed.

【What is a cylinder】

This hint was so weird that he couldn't do it for a while.

Seeing that he was deep in thought and silent, everyone stopped asking questions and went their separate ways.

"My lady." He walked to Shen Yuzhen's side, "You can walk around with me."

Shen Yuzhen nodded gently, and led him into the courtyard.

The houses of the three brothers of the Yang family are connected in one place, facing north and south, and from east to west are the eldest, second and third brothers respectively.

Yang Shiying's house is at the westernmost point. When you go out of the gate, to the west is his field, and to the west is a forest.

It was getting dark now, and the dark green forest was like a black mountain.

"Cylinder..."

Turning around outside the door, Hu Qian and the two went to the second and eldest's houses, but found nothing.

When he was about to leave at last, Hu Qian suddenly caught a glimpse of a black and round thing not far from the gate of Mr. Yang.

"what is that?"

To go to the past, found a well.

Shen Yuzhen said: "This is an old well, which has long been abandoned."

Hu Qian suddenly realized.

"Cylinder! Dry well!"

Sure enough, the prompt in his mind changed immediately.

【Who is the corpse in the dry well】

Back at Yang Shiying's home, Hu Qian immediately said to everyone, "How many dry wells are there around here?"

People didn't understand it.

Shen Sanshi asked: "Why are you looking for a dry well?"

Hu Qian said: "I suspect that Uncle Shiying's body is in the dry well."

As soon as these words came out, everyone's expressions changed slightly.

Yang Chengzhi said: "Didn't the third uncle die by throwing himself into the river? Why is the body in the dry well?"

"Could it be that third uncle was really killed by someone?"

Yang Dakai said: "Except for the nearby dry wells in front of my house, there is one on the north side of the field, and two in the weed forest. I don't know how far away it is."

Hu Qian said: "It's not too late, let's go find it now."

Yang Dakai and Yang Huicai looked at each other, hesitant.

"Otherwise, let's go early tomorrow morning. It's hard to find this black light, and it's not very safe."

"Yeah, the one in the field is okay. Weeds, forests, deep forests, and a lot of weeds make you get lost during the day, and it's even more difficult to walk at night."

Hu Qian looked at them straightly, "Do you two uncles have something to hide? There are no outsiders here, so you might as well just tell them."

Yang Dakai said: "We can have nothing to hide, but we have heard from the elders that the forest is full of gloom at night, it is really frightening."

"Father, Second Uncle, you guys are too superstitious." Yang Chengzhi stood up and said, "I'll take someone to look for it!"

Yang Chengxin also said loudly: "I'm going too! Let's bring more people, torches and dogs. There's nothing to be afraid of."

Seeing that he was stubborn, Yang Dakai nodded and said, "Okay, take all the family members with you, and only go to find those two dry wells. Don't go to other places, so as not to get lost. Your third uncle was trapped inside..."

He said something, but suddenly stopped talking.

Hu Qian said: "What? Uncle Shiying got lost inside?"

"Ah, that was all many years ago. He went hunting and got lost and didn't come back until the next morning."

"It's just that he didn't know how to be afraid, so he went again after a day!"

After the preparations were finished, Hu Qian and the Yang brothers took sixteen servants and called eight more young and middle-aged people in the village.

A group of 27 people, carrying torches and nine big dogs, rushed into the night together.

(End of this chapter)