Chapter 23 Son of Sin 23

The surrounding area was filled with onlookers.

He was also holding a shovel or something.

They didn't know what to say when they heard Zhuangniu's mother's words; the village seemed to be unlucky.

Someone is preparing to move.

Grandma Qiu threw the clothes that had been sprayed with wine into the fire.

The smoke from the three incense sticks began to drift in one direction, and Granny Qiu pulled out the lit cigarette.

Follow the direction the smoke is drifting.

As the others caught up, Zhuangniu's mother suddenly burst into tears.

He was still shouting, "Zhuangniu, come home! Come home quickly!"

A wind started to blow along the way, but the direction of the smoke remained unchanged until the group arrived at an open space.

Grandma Qiu stopped and sniffed.

He looked around at the insects and ants, then pointed to a spot and said, "Dig."

Zhuangniu's mother collapsed to the ground and cried, "My son!"

Others rushed to help her up.

Everyone huffed and puffed as they dug at the spot Grandma Qiu had pointed to. They dug diligently, also curious whether the strong ox was really underground there.

Granny Qiu extinguished the incense and glanced at the faces of some of the men present.

Finally, he looked at the village chief's face.

"Grandma Qiu, why are you looking at me like that?" the village chief asked, puzzled.

"Nothing much, just looking around." Granny Qiu looked away. "How are the people in your village?"

"It's alright. There are always small issues, but they're quite united when it comes to big things."

"Have we noticed anything in our village?" the village chief asked.

Grandma Qiu: "So many people have died in your village all of a sudden, and you still can't see it? I've lived in vain."

"So, is there really something evil in our village?"

Granny Qiu hesitated, then said, "You've committed some sins; several of you don't look very good."

Including you, but she doesn't want to say.

trouble.

Because she can't solve it, talking about it will only add to her troubles.

"What wrong have we done? We haven't done anything immoral or heinous!"

"That's what people who have done bad things say." As soon as Granny Qiu finished speaking, someone exclaimed.

"We found it! There really is something there."

The pit wasn't dug too deep.

When Zhuangniu's mother went over, she saw the corner of the clothes inside and started crying again, this time the crying was very pitiful.

She cried, wondering how long her son had been lying there.

A strong, unpleasant odor was detected as soon as the body was dug up.

The others didn't know whether they should continue digging or not.

"My son, who did this? Who killed you?"

Grandma Qiu glanced at it and said, "Let's call the police."

"Can you figure out who did it? Tell us who the murderer is." Zhuangniu's mother knelt down.

Tell me.

The others dared not go over to look at the body.

Grandma Qiu shook her head, indicating that she couldn't do it: "It's been so long, it's very difficult to find out now."

Everyone was filled with anxiety, but the village chief was the most fearful.

"Who did this? Is there no justice left?" the village chief said angrily.

This is a serious matter, a murder case.

Will the murderer do this again in the future?

He planned to take a few people to the town to report the crime, and bring Grandma Qiu along, so he could take her back with him.

Unexpectedly, Granny Qiu hesitated and shook her head.

"I won't go back yet, I want to wander around your village a little longer." Grandma Qiu hesitated, then continued:

"Drive carefully on the road."

"Then take a look." The village chief now believed she was truly capable: "Could you take a look at our village?"

"We'll definitely thank you properly. What kind of evil spirit is it?"

Grandma Qiu shook her head: "I can't tell, my abilities are limited."

The village chief sighed and had no choice but to leave with his men.

Zhuangniu's mother was still crying, lamenting that her son had died unjustly.

After they left, Grandma Qiu didn't stay long. She took a detour back home, muttering something all the way.

I don't know if it was because she found the body, but those people's faces became darker and darker.

I shouldn't have been curious.

We need to get out of here quickly.

When Ji Dama and Old Lady Ji heard that Zhuang Niu's body had been dug up, they were completely stunned.

They thought the matter was over and no one would find out.

I never expected someone would dig this up.

Ji Dama trembled with fear: "What should we do, Mom?"

Grandma Ji was calmer than him: "What are you afraid of? You didn't kill that person."

"But who would believe that? My son and I disposed of the body. If it's discovered, who would believe that such a strong, grown man was killed by a primary school child?"

Ji Dama looked at his rotting leg.

Even if he crawled, he wouldn't get very far: "That bastard!"

Grandma Ji: "Eldest son, do you think Huaizhi will come?"

"He hasn't been back for a long time."

Ji Dama: "When he gets here, I'm going to beat him to death!"

Grandma Ji struggled to get up; after lying down for so long, her body was completely worn out.

"Mom, why are you up?"

"Cook! If we don't cook, we'll starve to death!" Old Mrs. Ji pulled a bag of grain from under the kang (a heated brick bed).

He picked up a broken earthenware pot to cook with, and Er Ma's wife took all the things in the house.

She even has difficulty starting a fire.

Ji Dama was cursing Zhang Qiaofen inside the house, saying that even after moving out, she didn't bring them food.

I curse her to hurry up and die with her child.

Grandma Ji had difficulty lighting a lighter; she was truly getting old.

Suddenly a child appeared before her, took a lighter, and lit the small stove for her.

Grandma Ji squinted at her grandson.

The smoke made her eyes water.

"Your second aunt took them away?"

Ji Dama ranted and raved until he was exhausted and starving.

He drifted off to sleep, feeling dizzy, thinking about how his mother had just brought out such a big bag of grain, and that he was going to eat two large bowls of it later.

Because they're so hungry, they're no longer afraid of being discovered as strong as cattle.

All I want is to fill my stomach.

When Grandma Ji woke her up, she quickly got up and said, "It's finally done! I'm starving!"

"You should have said earlier that there was still food at home."

Grandma Ji kept her head down and didn't look at him: "This is the last bit. I made a lot, so eat more."

"After I finish eating, I'll go ask my second son's wife for more. I can move around now, she can't just leave like this."

As Grandma Ji ate, she began to wipe away tears.

Ji Dama has gotten used to it.

He cursed at people, and Old Lady Ji cried.

"I wonder where that brat went. He hasn't come back. Could he be out there recognizing someone else as his father?" Ji Dama quickly finished his drink and handed the bowl to his mother.

He gestured for her to pour him some more.

"My son, there really is retribution in this world." Old Mrs. Ji cried so hard she didn't have the strength to pour him food.

Ji Dama had no choice but to get up by himself, supporting his legs as he hugged the earthenware pot and drank the porridge.

"Retribution? What did I, Ji Dama, do that deserves retribution?" He never felt that he had done anything wrong.

"Your retribution is having a son like Sanwa." Old Mrs. Ji put down her bowl, tears streaming down her face. "Eat your food and then you can go on your way."

“I still have two grandchildren. He said that if you don’t die, he will take the whole family with him.”

Ji Dama was stunned.

Grandma Ji looked puzzled: "How did my third child turn out like this?"

"How exactly did that woman teach them?"