Happy Marriage

Even the old woman's body is hot, and her head has been dizzy, but she still has to do errands.

She gritted her teeth and chopped the firewood in the kitchen, and then the steward immediately ordered her to fetch the water. The lunch was about to start, and there was not much water in the kitchen water urn.

Madam Lian took the barrel and walked towards the patio in the garden.

There are two wells in the mansion, one new, one old, one far and one near.

This old well is close to the kitchen, but probably because of the age, the water level in it has gradually become lower, the water is mixed with sediment, and the wall of the well is also covered with a thick layer of moss. If the bucket goes in too quickly, the well water that comes out will be turbid.

Most of the water in the kitchen now goes to the new well, and the well water here is used for washing and rinsing.

Madam Lian was lazy and didn't want to go far, so she quietly went to the old well with a bucket.

The reel on the old well has been removed and taken to the new well, and there is a bucket with a rope tied by the well. Lian Pozi carefully put the bucket into the capital slowly, swinging it from side to side, the bucket drank water and slowly sank.

Mrs. Lian didn't have much energy on her body today, so she bent down and laboriously pulled the bucket upwards, her face flushed red.

The water at the bottom of the well was glistening, and when she glanced at it, she felt a little dizzy.

Suddenly, she felt that something was wrong. It seemed that there was darkness behind her body, and someone was leaning over gently.

She turned her face and looked behind her. Before she could see who was behind her, she felt that a force was suddenly pushed towards her.

She was bending over and bowing her head, with a heavy bucket in her hand. This push made her suddenly top-heavy, her head down, and she plunged into the well.

"Pfft!"

It was the sound of the bucket falling into the well first.

"Pass!"

It was the muffled sound of Mrs. Lian falling into the well.

She didn't even have time to shout for help, and she had already sunk to the bottom.

When An Sheng came back from Yaolu in the evening, he felt that the atmosphere in the house was very wrong, and everyone's faces were not good-looking.

In the backyard, beside the old well, there were many people around.

Everyone was talking a lot, and they kept their voices low, with a look of horror on their faces.

An Sheng was curious and leaned forward.

The Dragon Boat Festival was actually there, and when she saw her coming back, she immediately greeted her with a solemn expression: "Miss, something happened in the house."

"What's the matter?" An Sheng asked strangely: "Seeing everyone's expressions on their faces are a little strange."

The Dragon Boat Festival said straight to the point: "Lianzi is dead."

"What?" An Sheng glanced at the crowd in surprise, his face full of shock: "Is the old lady dead?"

Dragon Boat Festival nodded: "Yes, he died at noon today."

"How did you die? Didn't it go well yesterday?" An Sheng asked strangely.

"Miss, you got up early and went to Yaolu early. You didn't know that the place where even the old lady lived was haunted last night." Duanwu was cautious. When he said this, he couldn't help but glance in the direction of Laojing, as if he was afraid What is normal.

An Sheng smiled: "How is that possible?"

"It's true!" The Dragon Boat Festival seemed to be afraid that An Sheng would not believe it, and he deliberately increased his voice: "Now the government is spreading the word about this."

"Preach what?"

"Last night, there was a ghost knocking on the door of the old lady's residence. I knocked on the door all night. I heard that there are ghost fires floating around."

"Is it possible that even the old woman offended people, who is playing a prank?" An Sheng asked tentatively.

Dragon Boat Festival shook his head firmly: "Even the old lady got up several times a night, but she didn't see a single figure, and she also said that there was a word of grievance written in blood on her door! But when everyone got up in the morning, they disappeared. "

"Really?" An Sheng raised his eyebrows indifferently, not surprised.

"It's absolutely true. At that time, I was so scared that I fainted there, and it was not until dawn that I was rescued." The Dragon Boat Festival swallowed nervously: "Then the old woman woke up and was very big. Shouting, saying there is a ghost, and saying something like 'Madam, spare your life, it wasn't me who killed you'."

"What you said is true?" An Sheng's face suddenly became serious: "Did she really say that at the time?"

The Dragon Boat Festival nodded like pounding garlic: "At that time, many people saw it, and it passed into the ears of the old lady. The old lady also called her to the yard to ask questions.\"

An Sheng gradually calmed down: "And then? Dead?"

On the Dragon Boat Festival, "um": "She came out of the old lady's place, and was instructed by the steward to fetch water. Who knew that the left could not come, the right could not come, and the steward was in a hurry, so he ordered someone to find her.

As a result, I turned around and found no sign of her for a long time. Finally, when she saw that the two buckets she used to carry water were thrown beside the old well, she leaned over to take a look, only to realize that the old woman had slipped into the well and drowned. "

"slip?"

Dragon Boat Festival nodded: "The old well has moss growing on the well platform, and there are traces of slipping, so the lady said that she must have slipped and fell into the well. But the people in the house are talking about it privately, saying that even the old lady This is fate. Last night, the ghost came to knock on the door and asked for his life. Maybe she was lucky enough to escape. Unfortunately, you can escape the first day of the new year, but you can't escape the fifteenth."

An Sheng didn't expect that the haunted incident last night had calmed the turmoil of Mrs. Lian's death, and decorated peace for her strange way of dying.

She didn't think that even the old lady's death was that simple.

Because it's so coincidental, it's unbelievable.

An Sheng could almost conclude that even the death of the old lady had something to do with the Xue family.

The haunted incident last night was planned by An Sheng.

Taking advantage of the night, she quietly brushed the eel's blood on Mrs. Lian's door, and wrote the big injustice with the eel's blood.

Eel blood can attract bats. This is what An Sheng saw from the book "Qi Men Yi Shu", and he had an idea to scare the old lady.

The eel had a strong odor of blood, and soon attracted bats that preyed on nearby, slamming the door one after another, and even the old woman really began to feel guilty.

Then An Sheng struck while the iron was hot, and successfully stunned her with the "wild fire" added with sulfur.

An Sheng originally just wanted to use this to alienate the relationship between Mrs. Lian and the Xue family, so that she would have the opportunity to start looking for evidence that the Xue family killed her mother.

She naively thought that if Mrs. Lian was frightened, she would definitely speak nonsense. When the Xue family was worried that the matter would be revealed, she would definitely find trouble with Mrs. Lian and turn them into enemies.

However, An Sheng did not expect that the Xue family would be so ruthless, and directly drowned even the old lady.

She also felt terrified immediately. The Xue family took a human life so lightly, so what else could she dare not? In the face of such a ferocious opponent, he should be more like walking on thin ice in the future.

An Sheng was stunned for a moment, but after the Dragon Boat Festival called her twice, she recovered.

"What's wrong with you, miss?"

An Sheng shook his head: "It's nothing, I just feel a little surprised that a lively person is gone like this."

On the Dragon Boat Festival, he said: "Even the old woman is so big that her whole body was swollen from the well water. Now she's stuck at the mouth of the well, and she can't get up or down. It's terrifying."

An Sheng took another look at the wellhead surrounded by everyone: "You're very brave."

"I just hid behind people and glanced at them and didn't dare to look at them. Only those old women were bold enough to criticize them. I still have hair in my heart, and I feel creepy when I look at the well, let alone Bent over to look at Madam Lian's body."

"There should be someone in the old lady's family, right? No one came to ask for an explanation?" An Sheng pressed.

"What do you want to say, and there is no one who is very close, I will send you some money, oh, the man in the gray cloth short hexagram, the short and strong, is Lian Pozi's maiden brother."

An Sheng looked up and saw that there was indeed a man with unfamiliar eyebrows squatting beside the well platform, crying "woo woo", and then nagging: "Sister, come up, my brother-in-law is still waiting for you to go to the reunion. My brother will surely be buried for you, and if you go beyond that, you will be reborn in bliss, and you will be reborn as soon as possible."

On the head of the well, a reel was set up, and the man in the house was pressing the handle of the reel hard, and the rope on it was extremely tight.

The steward stood on the side and discussed with Mrs. Lian's brother in a friendly way: "Or, how much more energy should I use? If the corpses will burst out in a while, which one can hold two big, plus the body is stiff, It's even harder to ask for it."

Even the mother-in-law and brother stabbed his neck: "Absolutely not! My sister has died inexplicably, it's tragic enough, if she slammed hard, she might not be scratched somewhere, how disgraceful! Legs, can you go down and fish?"

The steward smiled shyly: "How can it be, I just said that we must exert a little strength, but not brute force. You can see this person, and it is only a foot or two away from it."

"That's because my sister doesn't want to come up!" Brother Lian said anxiously.

"If you can't do it, let's take off the well, right? Even the old lady is already big, and the well is too narrow. She is hunched over so she can get up. This well is useless anyway."

The steward rubbed his mouth, probably thinking that the idea might work, leaned over and looked down.

"But it's out of reach. I'm afraid it's not where the arms and legs are stuck?"

Among the servants, there was an older one, who couldn't help but open his mouth: "Mr. Lian has always liked yellow and white things, so let her go on the road, I'm afraid she will be entangled in the burning?"

Her words were immediately echoed by others: "That's right, this kind of thing has always been unclear, so hurry up before it gets dark."

The sky was already dark, and lanterns were hung on the edge of the well platform, which illuminated the well platform in bleak light.

An Sheng couldn't help feeling timid in his heart and didn't dare to look closely.

The steward was helpless, and ordered someone to go down and arrange it. After a while, he brought a stack of burnt paper printed on yellow grass paper.

Everyone consciously made way for an open space, and it burned on the edge of the well. The flames jumped, reflecting the expressionless face of Brother Lian Pozi.

A gust of night wind blew over and rolled up pieces of ashes, like black butterflies, and fell into the well erratically.

The onlookers took two steps back, all a little surprised.