"Uncle Ma, when are you going to send the paper offerings to the Feng family?" After thinking about it, Feng Nian still decided to go and have a look. Last time, Feng Hengxin pointed at Feng Ru's abdomen and said that she was pregnant with a vagina. In a short time, Feng Ru fell off the cliff and died. Immediately afterwards, Song Wenjie was kicked out by Uncle Feng Cong again.

"The day after tomorrow," the old horse drank the tea on the table.

"I'll go with you the day after tomorrow," Feng Nian had a bad premonition in his heart.

However, in the early morning of the next day, Lao Ma brought Feng Nian a few words that Old Wu, the white man in Jiama Street, said when he was drunk.

Mr. Baishi Old Wu's name is Wu Chuan, and his family has always been in the business of funerals, that is, calling for souls and funerals, and he knows a little about Fengshui.

Old Wu said that that day he followed Uncle Feng Cong's housekeeper to Feng's house, Uncle Feng's house was big, but he walked for a long time before reaching the place where Fengru's coffin was parked.

Feng Congbo randomly built a shed in the remote courtyard behind, and simply arranged it as Feng Ru's mourning hall.

"Poor Feng Ru, she is only in her early twenties, and the Feng family is not willing to buy her a better coffin. I can see that there are sawdust around the coffin." Old Wu was a little drunk, thinking He didn't even want to say what he saw.

Feng Nian frowned even tighter. No matter how much Feng Congbo disliked Feng Ru, he would at least get someone to prepare a good coffin for her. Explain that Feng Ru is also a person who voluntarily entered the Tiankeng, and the uncle of the Feng family is not allowed to be mean to her; secondly, from the face, in order to show that he is a good grandfather who loves his granddaughter. Could it be that something went wrong in the coffin.

"You know, Lao Wu is a person who runs the train with his mouth full of yellow soup, but this time, I think what he said is somewhat believable; Feng Zongbo's housekeeper said that at first, in Feng Ru's coffin, it was late at night. Babies will cry from there.”

The old horse's expression was very serious. He knew that if this matter was true, then Feng Ru's corpse was most likely raised. If it was really a dead body, with Lao Wu's three-legged cat skills, he couldn't deal with it at all. He would still risk his life in vain, but seeing that Uncle Feng Cong gave him so much reward, he would never quit halfway.

"Uncle Ma, I suspect that it may not be Feng Ru's dead body; if it is a dead body, it is impossible to be trapped in the coffin for so long." Feng Nian analyzed for a while, there must be something wrong with Feng Ru's coffin, the point is, They don't know what the problem is.

"It doesn't matter, Uncle Ma, you can send them the paper offerings to Feng Ruding in the afternoon, and I will go and have a look together." Feng Nian is still not sure what is inside the coffin, he can only see it with his own eyes. Only then can we know the truth.

The old horse nodded, then took out his mobile phone and told Feng Congbo's housekeeper that he would send the paper sacrifice to Feng's house in the afternoon.

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When the old horse drove his truck full of paper sacrifices to Uncle Feng's residence, the guards at the door did not stop them, but let them go smoothly. Early in the morning, The butler explained that after a while someone would bring a paper offering to Miss Feng Ru.

Feng Nian was wearing a peaked cap, and followed closely behind the old horse. Seeing that there were too many paper sacrifices, the housekeeper called a few other people to help unload the paper sacrifices from the old horse's cart. down.

The butler took the old horse to the front to pay the bill. Taking advantage of other people's unpreparedness, Feng Nian slipped towards the backyard, she wanted to take a look at the coffin where Feng Ru was placed.

But when she was halfway there, she suddenly heard a shout from the front, "It's on fire." I saw bursts of thick black smoke continuously coming out from the front, and there was more than one place where the black smoke came out, it seemed that there were four places. Was this set on fire on purpose?

However, just as Feng Nian was looking up at the thick smoke, a strange aura flashed past, she turned around and chased after him without hesitation. In front, there is a person in a white shirt, with a straw mat on his shoulders, and a personal-shaped object under the straw mat.

After a few jumps, Feng Nian stopped in front of that person.

"Master Song, why are you here to steal the corpse?" Feng Nian recognized that the person was Song Wenjie, no need to ask, what he was carrying on his shoulders should be Feng Ru's corpse.

At this time, Song Wenjie hadn't washed and washed for a few days, and he could smell the sour smell for ten miles around, and the white shirt on his body had already turned yellow, which made Feng Nian pinch his nose, um, that sour smell is really sour .

"Little girl, get out of the way if you don't want to die!" Although Song Wenjie was sloppy, his eyes were not less fierce, as if anyone dared to block his way, he would kill that person.

"I don't want to die, but I won't let it go." As soon as the words fell, Feng Nian attacked directly. No need to ask, there must be something wrong with Feng Ru's corpse, otherwise Song Wenjie would not have tried to sneak into Feng's house to steal the corpse in full view.

Although Song Wenjie was carrying Feng Ru's body, he did not hesitate in his actions. While dodging Feng Nian's attack, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com observed the way out. He finally waited until today, and he must not let this little girl spoil his good deed.

Feng Nian's eyes sank, Song Wenjie's skill was not weak, he was able to carry Feng Ru on his shoulders, and even dodged her several attacks one after another.

"Ah—" At this moment, Song Wenjie's screams rang out.

Something was moving inside the straw mat, and it bit Song Wenjie's right shoulder that was carrying Feng Ru. Blood, dripping down from Song Wenjie's right shoulder, stained his yellowed shirt red.

Feng Nian took a closer look, and it wasn't Feng Ru who was biting Song Wenjie, but Feng Ru's stomach!

Too bad, these two words only popped up in her mind.

The fire around was not that big. In order to lure away other people in the house, Song Wenjie used the method of setting straw on fire. The black smoke looked thick, but it was actually not that big, so the Feng family quickly extinguished the fire. They heard the noise in the yard and rushed over. When they saw Song Wenjie sneaking into the yard and preparing to carry away Feng Ru's body, they immediately surrounded him.

"Uncle Ma, let them go, hurry up." Feng Nian waved his hand, signaling others not to approach Song Wenjie.

But those people didn't listen to Feng Nian's words at all, a few bold people came forward with wooden sticks, trying to tear off the straw mat on Song Wenjie's shoulders. It's just that as soon as his hand touched the straw mat, it was bitten off severely.

The old horse didn't care about other things, and immediately stepped forward and dragged away the person whose hand was bitten. I saw that the entire palm of the man's hand was gone, leaving only a section of bright red arm with white flesh, and the bones were faintly visible.

"Hand, my hand," the man looked at his bare arm and fainted like this.

With a "plop", something in the straw mat fell to the ground, and there was a loud "wow" cry.