Yin-Yang Judge of Hell - C102

I thought it would be great if you knew, so I was going to ask him about the Yin Bow first, but I didn’t know that I had yet to open my mouth. The boss suddenly laughed out loud, “The judgement is only for judging the Yin. Can you ask me that? Ha ha-ha, I can tell you now, yes, everything you said has my share, but I wasn’t the one who shot the arrow, and I didn’t bury the baleful stone, even if there was retribution, it wouldn’t be on my head. That is the grudge of their previous generation, it has nothing to do with me. ” With that, he turned around and left.

It seems that what I said before was just a waste of time. This old fellow didn’t buy my money. Looking at his retreating back, I really want to chase after him and beat him up. Who would have thought that the truth would appear right before their eyes? However, it ended here.

The eldest son’s daughter-in-law was still wailing like a ghost and the crowd gradually dispersed. In the end, only Lao Wu and his daughter-in-law remained as they sat there, incessantly trying to persuade them. That’s not right, I suddenly thought of a question. ‘Old fool should be the old man’s biological son. Why did the boss only take action against Leng Wuzui and ignore him?’

Could it be that this old fool did not belong to this family? In my opinion, it’s not impossible. If Leng Wuzui is so smart, why is he so dumb? I hurriedly shook my head. What’s wrong with me? No matter how I looked at it, no one looked like the old gramps’s real body. First it was the extraordinary cold, then it was the big boss, and now it’s the old simpleton. It seems that I’ll have to ask Leng Wuqian’s father about this, but he didn’t want to bring it up until now, including when he was so exalted at the wine table that he still refused to tell me the truth. Then will he tell me?

“It seems that bullying is useless. It seems like I can only lure them away.” “No,” I said.

Leng Wuzui understood immediately and said, “Alright, I’ll go now!”

“We must find out where the Yin Bow is. As long as we know this, we can take care of the rest.”

Hearing that, the old beggar hurriedly continued, “Just knowing the Yin Bow is fine, we still need to find the person who released it and let him burn it. This is called untying the bell requires someone to tie it! ”

I glared at him and scolded, “You didn’t say that you had to be burned by the person who released the Yin Bow. But now, you said that you wanted to kill me!”

The old beggar mumbled, “I didn’t say anything, but that doesn’t mean that I actually don’t need it. What’s more, am I talking about delaying matters now?”

“You …” I have nothing to say to that.

The cold man went after the boss, and the old beggar and I began to walk back.

As they walked, the old beggar suddenly said, “Do you still remember how the two brothers swore and swore last night?”

I said I did.

“Is that really the case?”

My heart jolted as I suddenly remembered. Last night, I swore to the heavens that anyone who excavated this grave without my consent would die without a doubt. Right now, their boss was scared silly. Was it a coincidence that his eldest daughter died in a car accident, or was it a blessing from God? Were the two of them really that good? But when the old beggar said this, I remembered what the old lady had said. She said that the eldest was trying his luck and didn’t know that the number of things in the world was seventy percent. This was clearly a conclusion of fate. Could it be that the old fellow did not make such a declaration because of Leng Wuzui’s oath, but rather the old lady’s words about the cause and effect of the old generation?

When we got home, the old man was sitting under the door. Actually, I just saw him go to boss, and he seemed to have been scolded away by boss’s wife. I think this is what Eldest Brother once said at the wine table. His wife took it seriously and thought that the old man had indeed done those things.

When we walked over, the old man didn’t say anything. He just looked up at us with a depressed expression.

“It’s all your fault. They insisted on getting the grave. Something must have happened to them. What should we do?” It’s my fault, why didn’t I stop him! ” The old man blamed himself.

It turned out that Leng Wuzui hadn’t told him about the twists and turns of the matter, so the old tutor had mistakenly assumed that the incident at the boss’s house had been caused by the grave. It was no wonder that he knew so little about the whole affair, and that he had listened to our side of the story, so much so that he preferred to believe what he was seeing now, that when we moved the grave, something happened to the family, and he did not know that there was actually no direct connection between the two. It could also be seen that he still regarded his boss as his own family.

How should I say it? I feel that if I say it directly, my boss doesn’t believe in karmic retribution and wants to kill Leng Wuzui, he definitely won’t be able to accept it. Even though the boss’s actions made him sad, compared to an outsider like me, he would still choose the boss. He would think that I was trying to sow dissension and cause trouble. I don’t want to bring it up for now. When Leng Wuzui comes back, let’s see what kind of answer he can get. Then we can have him investigate the so-called cause and effect from the old man.

I looked at the old beggar and pointed to the kitchen. I wanted to find out about the figure first. I had thought it was the cooking pot, because someone had done something to the old man when he was building it, and the old beggar meant that there was a person hiding in the kitchen who was being tortured, and twice I had seen a shadow calling me to come and save him. This ruled out my previous speculation. I thought, it’s easy to save him, at most move the kitchen away, but this is not the solution after all, Yin and Yang two people how to get along together. And was he willing to endure this torment because he couldn’t let go of something, or was he trapped in here?

“Lordmaster, when do you think it’s about the cooking pot and the fire?” I asked.

“Hmm?” The old man came out of his reverie and looked up at me as if he didn’t understand me. I repeat.

“Oh, you said there was no smoke coming out of the boiler room chimney? “It’s been like this ever since the house was built. I don’t know if it’s been opened up when I was building the pipe, but it’s never been good since.” The old man said.

“Then… “Then …” I was going to ask him if he was lighting a fire and cooking as I had imagined, but someone came out of the wall, or a head popped out of the ground. But when the words came out of my mouth, I stopped. I was worried that I would scare him, worried that he would keep thinking about this when he started a fire in the future. Even if he was fine, he would want to get into trouble.

The old beggar, seeing that I had stopped talking, seemed to sense that I could not speak, so he hurriedly asked, “Have you heard any unusual sounds?”

“An abnormal sound? “No, if it’s a roasted bean, it will make a crackling sound. Nothing else makes a sound.”

I chuckled. The old man had misunderstood me, he thought we were asking about the sound of the fire.

“No, what I want to ask is if anyone spoke in a voice?” The old beggar quickly added.

Hearing that, the old man glared, as if he knew what we were going to ask, “What do you mean? “After the old lady left, I was the only one who passed by. I was the only one who cooked and burned. Where did the voices come from …” At this point, the old man suddenly stopped and hurriedly raised his hand, gesturing for us to be quiet. As soon as I saw him frown, I knew he might be thinking of something, and sure enough he went on, “If you want to talk about voices, there have been two. Twice, when I was lighting the fire, I heard someone cry out ‘Ouch!’ in a low, muffled voice. I thought I was old and had misheard, so I didn’t think much of it. Now that you mention it today, I remember. Right, does this have anything to do with eating fire? ”

“Oh, I suppose so!” The old beggar said.

“Ah?” That means I didn’t hear wrong? ”

“Maybe you heard wrong!”

The old man was confused by the old man’s words. He glanced at the old beggar and didn’t ask any further questions. In his opinion, there was something wrong with the old beggar’s mind!

The old beggar and I looked at each other. We were sure that the black shadow I saw was not an illusion, that the old man was not hearing an illusion, that there was a shadow hidden in the kitchen. And the voice described by the old man was muffled and heavy, just as I had heard it. From this, it could be inferred that the person might be hiding inside the wall or under the ground.

The old beggar and I walked toward the kitchen. The old man glanced at us but said nothing. The kitchen door wasn’t locked. I gently pushed it open, gesturing for the old beggar to go in first. The old beggar shook his head and retreated. “I won’t go in. I’ll keep watch for you!”

I lowered my voice and said, “Old — east — west — doesn’t need to be on guard now.” After saying that, I pushed the old beggar in and shut the door. The old beggar panicked. He madly knocked on the door, stomping his feet as he cursed, “You wicked thing, open the door!”

I opened the door and smiled. “You know how to be afraid, don’t you? Who asked you to scare me yesterday! Aren’t you an expert Demon Hunters, and that’s all you got? ”

“Nonsense. I have a lot of methods to deal with these monsters, but I don’t have much experience dealing with ghosts.” The old beggar suddenly came out. Who would have thought that the moment he came out, he would come behind me and kick my butt. I immediately threw myself in and fell to the ground. The old beggar actually shut the door and laughed loudly outside. “You are bold. Why don’t you try it?”

I thought to myself, “You old brat, you want to play with me? Do you want to fight back? Let’s just wait and see.”

I stood up and looked around. There was a small window in the north wall near the stove, and since the wall was shaded, the light itself was not very strong. The old beggar had now closed the door, and now the room was even darker. But in the dim light I could just make out the kitchen. The stove was set up in the northeast corner of the house, and the two stoves shared a chimney. The stoves were placed to the west and south respectively, and the stoves were plastered with cement. In front of the stove (known in dialect as Cauldron Gate) were piles of straw, or firewood, for cooking. I looked around and didn’t find anything out of the ordinary. My forehead also didn’t feel anything out of the ordinary.

I looked at the pile of straw. I thought he wouldn’t be hiding in this pile of firewood, so I went over and kicked him, but nothing happened. There was a cloud of dust, which made him choke, so I covered my nose and retreated a few steps.

“Is anyone there?” I shouted.

No one answered me. I shouted a few times, but there was still no reply.

I turned around, knocked on the door, and shouted, “Open the door. I can’t see inside.” I think he’s been doing this a few times, and I can do it once, so I turn around and there’s nothing to be disappointed about.

As the dust began to spread, I turned my head and my face was covered. My nose was itching and I couldn’t help but sneeze. I never expected that the sneeze would cause such a commotion. Before I could finish my sneeze, I heard a voice say, “Ouch!”