Not to mention how many people know that this goat is quite eerie, but for those who are reckless, he is indeed not afraid of anything. However, having a big temper does not necessarily mean anything, and what should find its way will still find its way.

  Sure, here is the translation:

  As expected, that night these lazy guys skinned and cooked the fat prey, after a round of boasting and drinking, Big Brother couldn't even recognize Second Brother.

  The next day, news of Ci Tou's death spread throughout the village.

  The next morning, it was supposed to be the time for Cha Wenbin to prepare the soil for Chen's burial, but before he even arrived, he saw that there were already several layers of people surrounding the ancestral hall. At first glance, half of the villagers were gathered here.

  Dashi and Chaozi pushed through the crowded crowd, everyone saw that Zha Wenbin had arrived, and they all consciously made way for a path. As soon as they stepped through the gate, they felt something was off.

  Originally, the last person to leave this temple last night was Cha Wenbin, who remembered to close the gate tightly. Besides, in a place like this, he really didn't think that someone would break in at midnight.

  Who is it? That thorny one, the mother of the thorny one is now crying and wailing on the ground, with a burst of energy, as if she wants to rush up and lift the coffin lid, shouting non-stop for Chen Fang and Xiao Die to return her son's life.

  What's going on here?

  A few pale-faced young rascals were now shivering beside a nearby haystack, their hands covering their faces as if they were very frightened.

  Under the reminder of others, Chaozi led the way into the west wing of the house, where a noose hung from the beam above, with a person hanging from it, who was Ci Tou.

  Chao Zi quietly retreated and reported the situation inside to Cha Wenbin, who also furrowed his brow. This little butterfly died unjustly and became a ghost, but yesterday's spirit marriage had already been arranged, and even if there was a huge ominous energy, it should have dissipated with last night's incense. Moreover, Little Butterfly was originally a weak woman, her aura wasn't the kind that could kill people, Cha Wenbin felt that this matter must be suspicious.

  First, they made the villagers bring down the stiff corpse-like body with the spearhead. The spearhead's mother refused to take the dead body back home, saying that her fate was lost here and she had to get an explanation from the people here.

  Who should you go and reason with? Go find Xiao Die? I'm afraid it's Xiao Die who is willing to talk to you, but you don't dare to talk to her, old lady!

  It wasn't long before someone discovered something unusual. Someone found a pair of earrings in the hands of the corpse, which everyone in the village recognized as the betrothal gift that Zhang Wenbin had given to Xiang'er on behalf of Chen Fang yesterday. This thing was placed in a red cloth package in front of Xiang'er's coffin, originally intended to be put in with her when the coffin was opened today.

  The news of the thief coming to steal the dead man's belongings and then being punished spread quickly in this small temple. Moreover, the things that the thief had done before were indeed unpopular with people, and many people secretly applauded him like a street rat.

  The old woman's face was even more unbearable when she heard others talking about her son like that, and with a mix of anger, hatred, annoyance, and sadness, she struggled to rush over and knock against Xiaodie's coffin, but several women beside her couldn't hold her back.

  Although Cha Wenbin is not a villager, he is indeed the mastermind behind this matter. Seeing such a big disturbance, it's unlikely that he won't intervene. With just a glance, Dashan grabbed the old woman who was holding the knife and carried her out of the temple like a small chicken. Then he said, "Which family is related to her? Take her back and take care of her first."

  The old woman who was scolding wouldn't leave, one moment she would curse Cha Wenbin as an accomplice, the next moment she would beg Cha Wenbin to help her son get justice, in the end, it was still the village chief who couldn't bear it anymore and ordered someone to drag her back by force.

  When the corpse was found, there was a look of terror on his face, with his eyes wide open. Whoever dies like this must have encountered something unimaginable in their lifetime. There were not many wounds on his body, except for a faint purple mark around his neck caused by strangulation, and more wax droplets on his face and burns on his hands.

  Zha Wenbin immediately picked up those thugs on the ground, and all they could say was "Damn it, damn it" and so on.

  When people are under extreme tension, they will fall into a state of temporary nervous breakdown. These few rascals are like that now. Normally smooth-talking, they are now a sorry sight, like someone who has wet their pants.

  There were still many people gathered in the courtyard, and Cha Wenbin also called over the family members of these thugs. Everyone found a relatively clean side room, lit a fire, and Cha Wenbin took out a purple sandalwood incense burner from his pocket, put something inside, and after a while, the whole room was filled with fragrance. Only then did those thugs slowly regain their composure and begin to stutteringly recount what had happened the night before.

  He went back to eat meat and drink more wine, then immediately decided: "Let's go get the Ming device now, so we won't have to dig up a coffin later. Besides, Chen Fang that madman is also from our village!"

  "Brother Ci Tou, isn't this a bit too scary? It's probably not good, right?" a hoodlum said.

  He didn't know if he was really drunk or just furious, but he slapped the little rascal on the head and scolded: "I'm not afraid of digging up other people's ancestral graves! Consider this small change as a substitute for their future misfortunes, so they won't suffer again!"

  In this way, the group of people crept up to the temple under the cover of night.

  This place is usually deserted, let alone on a special day like today. As people walked in, they saw the white " characters pasted on the large gate, and they all woke up to more than half of their drunkenness. Everyone pulled Xi's head and advised him that this matter was really not feasible, it was too ungrateful.

  Ke Na Ci Tou Wei Du Pian Pian Jiu Shi Bu Ting, "Kuang Dang" Yi Sheng, Da Men Jiu Bei Ta Gei Chui Kai Le.

  Translation:

  But Ke Na Ci Tou was the only one who refused to listen, with a loud crash, he kicked open the door.

  Dark winds rose, a house full of white flags fluttering and swirling, but the group of people crouching at the door dared not go forward. However, Qi Tou walked in with big strides as if nothing was wrong.

  He knew where those Ming vases were placed, so his direction was correct. The people outside only saw the stab head standing in front of the small butterfly's coffin for a long time without moving.

  Then he began to stroke his hair constantly, like the action of a woman combing her hair, and his body was different from before, with a feminine charm and curves.

  Then they saw Stiqi constantly repeating a motion similar to washing his face, and this action continued for a long time.

  The guys outside started to feel that something was wrong and prepared to go in and pull him back home.

  After entering, they heard a woman laughing foolishly inside, the laughter was a bit chilling. The feet of several thugs stiffened immediately, and they didn't know whether to continue walking or escape immediately, as if their legs below were not listening to them.

  But reality will no longer give them time to consider their own stay or leave issues.

  She moved her head, an extremely coquettish turn, her fingers curled into a orchid shape and placed on the back of her ear, that waistline almost twisted to the breaking point before stopping.

  What kind of expression is this that can be accepted by people? I'm afraid no one can accept it. Is this still a punk?

  He was unrecognizable, as his face was smeared with a thick layer of white candle wax. Apparently, he had been constantly scraping off the melted wax and reapplying it to his face. Even more bizarrely, he hadn't forgotten to light a red dragon phoenix candle, using the burnt red wax as rouge.

  This guy used white candle wax as foundation and red candle wax as blush. When several dudes saw him smiling coyly while his hands were sizzling from the scorching hot candle oil, everyone immediately collapsed.

  But when they turned around and wanted to run again, they found that the big door kicked open by the stabbed head was already closed.

  The more people there are at this time, the more they tend to get flustered and confused. Several big men joined forces but still couldn't open this door.

  Despair and infinite fear spread across everyone's mind, they watched as Stich wore that seductive outfit, finally he picked up the earrings, but Stitch didn't put them through his ear holes, where did this thing come from anyway?

  And so they saw the executioner slowly walking towards that western wing room where a woman had once hanged herself.

  No one dares to stop it, and no one dares to look, afraid to a certain extent, only to let people instinctively protect themselves, this is the living thing that can scare people to death!

  Zha Wenbin was shocked after hearing this, wondering if it was really Xiaodie's doing. Although he didn't want to believe that Xiaodie would take someone's life, now it seemed like a case of a female ghost seeking revenge.

  Chaozi looked at this group of mice and asked without any sympathy: "What else have you done before?"

  "I didn't do anything, just hiding in the back hill watching the Buddhist ceremony." a hoodlum stuttered.

  Chao Zi picked up his collar and asked fiercely: "Does it look good?"

  "Good-looking, no, not good-looking."

  Cha Wenbin firmly believed that Little Butterfly wouldn't do such a thing, so he said: "Alright, this matter is a bit suspicious, I need to think about it."

  These people were then taken away one after another by their family members. One of them, a rascal, said: "Right, we also caught a muntjac in the back mountain, which was killed with stones by Stabbing Brother."

  It was this sentence that made many elderly people present tremble with fear, thinking: "You can even touch this thing..."

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