Nightmare Attack

Jiang Cheng raised the dead body's hand. There was an obvious temperature difference between this hand and his, but Jiang Cheng didn't care about this. He rubbed it lightly with his fingers, and there was a strange look in his eyes.

Tang Qisheng reacted quickly and asked, "Brother Jiang, did you find anything?"

Pulling out the corpse's hand, Jiang Cheng looked at the crowd and lowered his voice: "Look at his hand, do you see anything?"

The fat man looked at Grandpa's calloused back, and couldn't help but feel emotional: "With so many calluses on his hands, he seems to be a hard-working man."

In such an environment, one person raised his granddaughter alone. One can imagine how much the old man has suffered. The fat man has done many jobs and met many such people. He knows the hardships and helplessness of life.

Seeing that the fat man healed and the scars forgot the pain, Jiang Cheng gave up. He looked at the others, and after a while, Shao Tong saw the way. He took the old man's hand, looked behind his hand, and turned his hand over to check the old man's hand. Compared with the back of the hand covered with hard calluses, the palm of the old man is much softer.

"It's really not right, this old guy is not a fisherman."

As soon as Shao Tong said this, the fat man was the first to understand. He plucked up the courage to look at the old man's hand. A few seconds later, Jiang Cheng explained to him: "For fishermen, pulling the net and scull is the most basic thing. A thick layer of calluses will be formed on the palms of the hands due to friction, especially the palms, but you see, his palms are very soft."

"The calluses on his hands are on the back of his hands, concentrated on the front of his fist and knuckles, and a layer of hard calluses has already formed."

Jiang Cheng turned over the corpse's hand and asked everyone to carefully look at the position of the back of the hand. Everything was exactly as he said.

Just listening to Jiang Cheng's words, Fatty sensed a subtle aura. It seems that this grandpa who entrusted his dream to find him also had a secret hidden in him, "The hard callus on the back of the hand, is there... any explanation?" Recalling what happened last night, the fat man asked cautiously.

"This man is not a fisherman, but a tough-ass trainer." Zhang Qizheng said suddenly. He was the oldest among the crowd and had a lot of experience. He squeezed several joints of the corpse with his hands, and after a while, he became more and more sure. : "There are also thick calluses on the knees and elbows. There should be no mistake. This man is a foreign master. He doesn't practice weapons, but specializes in boxing and kicking. Judging from this layer of golden silkworm cocoons, he is probably already quite capable."

It's not surprising that a foreign master appeared in this little-known fishing village. What's strange is that he died here quietly, still as a fisherman.

At this time, Yao Shunyu squatted down and found a pair of cloth shoes under a broken chair. The cloth shoes were dirty and the soles were still stuck to mud.

There are only two people living in this yard, the grandfather and the woman, so this pair of cloth shoes should undoubtedly belong to the grandfather, but the wet mud on the soles made everyone shudder. It was green and fresh, as if it had been stepped on not long ago.

But looking at Grandpa's appearance, it is obvious that he has been seriously ill for a long time. Can such a person...can really walk around in shoes?

In other words, is the guy who can walk around in these shoes really grandpa?

At this moment, the sound of blowing and beating came from outside, and the sound was very fast, getting closer and closer, and there was a funeral team rushing here.

Everyone couldn't help being taken aback, they didn't expect the whole funeral to be so hasty, the funeral was carried out right away after the person had just died and the body was still warm.

"what's the situation?"

Tang Qisheng couldn't understand. Although there was only one granddaughter at home, it would be no problem to find a few juniors from the village to guard the spirit.

Jiang Cheng greeted everyone to restore the body to the original state, put the arms back under the quilt, and put the limbs neatly. Seeing the grandfather's slightly slit eyes felt uncomfortable, the fat man closed the eyes for the old man, and finally Jiang Cheng covered it with the quilt. The old man's face will then be neatly tucked in.

After doing all this, everyone left the room, pretending that nothing happened, and the knocking sound had already come outside the courtyard door.

Everyone who came in was wearing mourning clothes. Fuqing and Asheng, whom I met yesterday, were also in the line. Some were holding white banners, some were carrying copper basins, and some were carrying paper money and incense candles. Xiuling followed at the end. Personal support.

There was no pleasantries, and the team in mourning clothes went straight into the room, but after the quilt was lifted, the scene in front of him made the fat man dumbfounded, and he saw that the corpse who had closed his eyes just now was wide-eyed, grinning, with a face full of anger. With a fierce look, his left arm is slightly raised, and his index finger is stretched out, pointing to the side of the room in a stiff posture.

Looking in the direction of the finger, there is a painting hanging in a dark corner of the room. In the painting, an old man is sitting on a grand master's chair, and a young woman is standing beside the old man.

But the strange thing is that the originally very peaceful scene revealed a ghostly spirit. Everyone quickly discovered the problem. Although the old man in the painting seemed calm, his eyes were full of panic, and the person standing beside him Although the woman smiled, that smile was chilling.

The old man is Grandpa, and the woman is his granddaughter, Xiuling.

The man in mourning clothes quickly helped Grandpa take off his old clothes, then scrubbed his body with water from a copper basin, and then put on new clothes. This movement was quite swift.

Soon, this group of people carried Grandpa's body out of the house. Jiang Cheng and the others made the excuse that they wanted to see Grandpa off for the last time. The meeting was fate, but they were flatly rejected. Enough is enough, there is no reason to use outsiders' help."

Jiang Cheng stood outside the gate of the courtyard, watching the funeral procession gradually walk away. They didn't see the coffin, they just used a door panel to carry the corpse ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Simply covered it with a white cloth, and the sounder team played It was very hard, and it felt as if it was not a funeral, but a grand celebration. The backs of the people in the team were uniform, and every step was on the point.

The fat man winked at Jiangcheng. At this time, there were still a few villagers in the yard busy with their work, and it was inconvenient to say something. The people in Jiangcheng excused themselves to be tired and went back to their room to rest.

After closing the door, the fat man said nervously, "The road that the funeral procession took was the one that Grandpa took me last night. I remember it very clearly. That road leads to the entrance of the village."

After a long silence, Jiang Cheng looked at the fat man and said, "Maybe Grandpa didn't mean to harm you last night, he just wanted to tell you something, probably a secret about this village."

"This possibility is very high." Yao Shunyu looked serious, "Also Grandpa's actions just now are obviously reminding us that there may be a mystery in that painting."

Li Bai and the others were still dealing with the villagers outside, buying time for the people in Jiangcheng. Everyone noticed the painting and hoped to find a chance to find out.

(end of this chapter)