"What did you write on the note you left just now?" Ji Duan asked Wen Liang when he turned into a deserted alley, "If you read it right, are you wrangling on the note again?"

Even though he was punctured, Wen Liang did not show any sign of reflection. He walked forward with his hands behind his back, and said in a plausible manner: "Is that a bullshit? I wish him wealth from the bottom of my heart, this is helping others. Be happy."

"It's a ghost to help others, it's not that you didn't see the boss's expression just now." Ji Duan's face changed slightly, he tilted his head to avoid the sight of the two, and swallowed the fishy smell from his throat into his belly, "... ...So that's the so-called strategy? Randomly showing our 'goodwill' to villagers on the street?"

"We have to break the stereotype of us." Wen Liang looked ahead, as if he was looking for the next prey, his eyes surging and finally stopped in one place.

Looking down his line of sight, Xie Jin and Ji Duan saw an old woman carrying a basket of dry wood not far from the fork. Lower body, trying to pick up the dry wood on the ground.

"This is not the chance to come again." Wen Liang regained his energy instantly, and without waiting for the two behind him, he trotted to the old lady and kept shouting, "Let me come, let me come."

Looking at Wen Liang, who was about to write the words "helpful" on his forehead, Ji Duan twitched his eyes and asked Xie Jin, "This guy is usually not so diligent at home. If he can be like this, he won't Turn the sleeping sofa into a pig's nest."

Xie Jin didn't answer, just patted Ji Duan on the back, and whispered, don't say anything, go and help.

The old lady is not tall, and she has a serious hunchback, her back is almost bent at a 90-degree angle, so it is no wonder that when she is carrying the bamboo basket, things will spill out.

She seems to be very old, and there is no anxiety on her wrinkled face, which may be the reason why she has almost no teeth. Her dry and flat lips are slightly sunken, which makes her look a little expressionless.

"Why do you still carry firewood around at such an old age?" Wen Liang picked up the firewood on the ground, sorted it, and put it back in her bamboo basket. Then he found that the old lady not only had no teeth, but also seemed to have no eyesight. not too good.

"Thank you, thank you, guy." The old lady looked up laboriously, facing the wall in front, she might mistakenly think that the wall was wen liang.

"That, he's actually there." Ji Duan couldn't stand it any longer. He and Xie Jin supported the old lady towards Wen Liang. When they touched her body, they realized that there was no flesh on the old lady's body, except that the layer of old people was soft and sagging. In addition to the skin, there are hard bones.

Ji Duan quickly exchanged glances with Xie Jin. They came into contact with the old lady's body earlier than Wen Liang, but the old lady was not the same as the people from Badong Village they had met in the past two days.

Without a strong body, and without the five immortals possessed by her, she was like an ordinary person who was bent down by the oppression of the years. She was like an ordinary old lady that can be seen everywhere in the outside world, especially Xie Jin felt more cordial.

"She looks like my grandmother who has passed away." Xie Jin was stunned, and whispered to Ji Duan, "When my grandma was still alive, she was similar to what she looks like now."

Grandma is the best person to Xie Jin except his mother. At that time, when he was seriously ill, he returned home to see him. Xie Jin was in a trance. …”

The old lady was silent for a few seconds, then opened her mouth and said, "Where do I have any grandchildren? Now even my wife who has accompanied me to this day has died tragically. My wife is the only one left in this world."

"Are there any children at home?" Wen Liang raised his eyebrows, and casually passed the old lady's bamboo basket onto his back, "Let's go, the three of us will give you a ride. Where are we going with firewood?"

"I want to go home, thank you." The old lady was supported by Xie Jin and Ji Duan, and followed slowly, "Where do you have children, my wife and I have no children in our whole life, and we are the two of us for most of our life. Those who came over to take care of each other, whoever thought they were buried in the loess to the neck, left me first."

The old lady's toothless mouth kept humming. She seemed to have a hard time finding someone to talk to. She pulled Xie Jin and Ji Duan who were supporting her, and she burst into tears several times.

But where can there be more tears from the dry eyes, the departure of the only relative cost her too many tears, only the twitching breathing can express the old lady's grief and anger at this time.

"The deceased is gone, the living are like this, even if there is only one person left in the world, you have to live well." Wen Liang waved his large sleeves, as if he was waving a whisk to explain the old lady, "Your family Where? We'll take you back."

"It's not far, it's in the cemetery next to the village." The old lady sighed heavily. She seemed to have listened to Wen Liangcai's words. At this time, she noticed something was wrong, raised her dim eyes, and asked, "You guys Don't you know me?"

Surprised by the old lady's quick response, Wen Liang burst out, "How come you don't know each other, aren't you the wife of Lao Jiang's head guarding the tomb?"

The old lady hummed and said nothing more, but Wen Liang's words really shocked Xie Jin and Ji Duan who were supporting the old lady.

The two looked at Wen Liang at the same time and asked with their eyes what was going on.

Isn't it the dark old man who was killed by Zhao Guangsheng and Gao Quan and blamed on them!

"How do I know! I just heard the cemetery guessing casually. Who knows what to guess!" Wen Liang didn't say anything, he gestured while making mouth shapes, in case the old lady realized that they were the rumored suspects who killed his wife, he could only use communicate this way.

Because of He Nian, the overall sign language level of the three of them has improved qualitatively. Xie Jin broke out in a cold sweat, and he gestured to ask Wen Liang what to do now.

"You don't really intend to go home with her, do you? And then it was found that the murderer who "killed" her wife was beside her?" Ji Duan's face was turning green, and he gestured quickly, "If this continues, misunderstandings will explode. gone."

For a while, no one continued to move forward, and the old lady's eyes were not very good. She only vaguely saw the three people's hands moving as fast as dancing, and there was a weak wind blowing around and in front of them.

"What's wrong?" She asked strangely, and got a quick response.

"Follow the past to understand the situation first." Wen Liang stopped his hands and answered the old lady's question, "No, let's go. We don't have anything important today, so we just take you home."

It was a thrilling journey, and as nominal "former suspects" they escorted the victim's family home, which seemed strange at first glance.

Insinuating the old lady's route home, the three of them gradually deviated from the main road in the village according to the old lady's instructions. The trees are obviously too sparse.

There were fewer and fewer houses on both sides of the road, and when the cement road completely turned into a narrow dirt slope, a cemetery appeared in front of them.

Contrary to the alias Lingcoffin Village, this cemetery is not so much a tomb as it is more appropriate to call it a cemetery.

Bulbs of different sizes are lined up behind the fence that is less than the height of a person's calf. The dense density is confusing. Different colored cloths are covered with different colored cloths, and tributes and stones are pressed on them. It seems that the family members have just come to worship.

There are no people here, but there are people lying everywhere.

They helped the old lady into the small house on the edge of the cemetery. The house was made of bricks. Although it looked dilapidated, it should be very warm, at least in the cold winter.

There was a kang in the house. When Xie Jin and Ji Duan helped the old lady onto the kang, Wen Liang, who had run to put firewood in the yard, happened to come in.

Seeing that there was something wrong with his face, Xie Jin hurriedly gestured to ask him what was wrong, and the answer he got was true and unexpected.

"There is also a coffin here, the only coffin in this cemetery." Wen Liang squeezed the space between his brows, and continued to gesture, "Maybe it's not past seven, and Lao Jiangtou's body is still lying in that coffin."

"Boys." Before Xie Jin could react, the old lady called out again, "Can you pour me a glass of water for my old lady, carrying this basket of firewood today will kill me."

Xie Jin had no choice but to stop, got up and went to the table to pour water for her. In the one-bedroom room of less than twenty square meters, no one spoke, which made Xie Jin's voice of pouring water all the more abrupt.

He didn't know what the old lady was thinking at this time, but Xie Jin felt an inexplicable uneasiness when he thought of the old Jiangtou whose body was still lying in the yard when he died innocently.

Handing the enamel jar to the old lady, before Xie Jin had any mental preparations, he heard the old lady speak again.

"Boys." There was a tremor in the old voice, whether it was because of her health or some other reason, the old lady coughed twice, "Ahem, you are not from the village, right?"

For a moment, Xie Jin felt in a trance that every hair on his body was blown up, his hands trembled unconsciously, and the newly filled water splashed out of the enamel jar with his movements.

"Our family has guarded the cemetery for others all our lives. Don't look at my old lady's eyes, but my brain is still very good."

She raised her fingers with only a layer of skin left, and tapped her head, "I remember the voice and smell of everyone in the village, but the three of you are very strange... I heard that the people who murdered my wife were three foreigners young man?"

"Mother-in-law, we didn't...!" Xie Jin wanted to argue, but was stopped by the old lady who raised her hand. She first took the water handed over by Xie Jin, took a sip tremblingly, and lifted the rickety chicken claw His skinny fingers pointed at the three of them.

"Like I said, although my old woman is dazzled and old, I'm not stupid yet."

Probably because she walked too much today, she just said a few words at the beginning, and her breathing was a little labored, she panted heavily, and then she barely recovered, "It wasn't you who killed my wife, but someone else. "

Wen Liang: So what did we make gestures just now?

Ji Duan: made a gesture of loneliness.

Xie Jin: How embarrassing...