After eating a few slices of watermelon, the old lady walked in front of her with a palm fan: "Huan girl, please take care of the house with the third sister, please take good care of your younger brothers and sisters, don't run around."

"Hey," the children were not interested in joining in the fun while guarding the sweet watermelon.

When the old lady and Jian Ning arrived at the fire scene, there were several layers of people outside Chen Erwa's house, and smoke was curling around and the fire was put out.

Wang Anqing was directing several brave members to help collect the bodies. The people who were watching the fun did not dare to go in, so he stood outside the burned yard and whispered, whispering in a low voice.

"It's really that Chen Erwa's house is on fire." The old lady sighed and joined the army of discussion. After a while, Jian Ning understood the whole story.

All Chen's family, except for Chen Erwa, were wiped out.

The first group of people who came to put out the fire found Chen Erwa unconscious at the gate of the yard. The beams of several houses had collapsed. No one dared to sacrifice his life to rush in to save people. They could only actively fetch water and put out the fire. When the fire was put out, the four people trapped in the room were burned to death.

Four charred corpses, two in the bedroom, one in the main hall, and one in the door of the woodshed room.

Among the people who helped to collect the corpse was Jian Zhenjun. Jian Ning followed him in an instant. Jian Zhenjun looked around as his daughter opened her round eyes and said, "Daughter, stop looking, dad is afraid that you will have nightmares at night."

How terrifying the burnt corpses! Those mother-in-law who like to watch the fun the most dare not step in, but his daughter stared at the burnt corpse and didn't look at it.

Jian Ning blinked: "I'm not afraid, I have a strong yang energy."

Jian Zhenjun wanted to rub her hair and coax her out, but when he thought that his hands were not clean, he had to whisper: "What's the good thing about dead people? I just saw Miao Yatou outside, go and talk to her."

I don’t know why, his daughter is so cute, but she can’t make friends of the same age in the village. The only friend is Tian Chunmiao. If you want to say that her daughter is withdrawn, it shows that she is not. She speaks at home and is very lively, making the most difficult mother obey.

"Well, I'll go later." Jian Ning's focus on the burnt corpse at the door of the woodshed, and he answered absent-mindedly.

Chen Erwa's house is far away from the small river ditch, and the weather is dry and the ground is dry recently. The well shared by more than a dozen families nearby has a small amount of water. Due to the difficulty of fetching water, the entire yard was burned beyond recognition when the fire was put out. Therefore, there was no abnormality in the corpses in front of the woodshed. The burnt corpse at the door of the woodshed was different. Her arm was against the wall. There happened to be a mouse hole at the bottom of the wall, and a piece of hemp rope was exposed below her wrist.

The hemp rope used in rural areas is usually rubbed together with two or three strands, and it is relatively tight. If it is not disturbed by external objects after burning, the shape of the hemp rope will be maintained in a short period of time.

Jian Ning bent down, reached out and moved his harsh wrist, pulled out a piece of hemp rope that survived from the mouse hole, and a dead knot was tied on the hemp rope that was dragged out.

It was probably because it was burned and fell into the mouse hole when the fire broke out.

Unexpectedly, the hemp rope with a dead knot is probably one of the tools to tie the scorched corpse.

"Daughter," Jian Zhenjun saw his daughter touching the dead body, and his scalp was numb. He couldn't stop him and saw his daughter pulling out a piece of hemp rope from the mouse hole.

"There is a hemp rope in the mouse hole." Jian Ning stood up and shook the hemp rope in his hand.

"It's almost thrown away!" Jian Zhenjun's face looked ugly. The things burned with the dead corpse were irritated, and it was bad luck or not!

I have never seen such a bold little girl. She has the intention to pick up the hemp rope under the scorched corpse and shiver it in her hand, without any bad luck!

The other few helpers also advised her to throw it away soon. Apart from feeling unlucky, they didn't think there was anything strange about the extra hemp rope in the mouse hole.

After all, hemp ropes are widely used in rural areas, such as hanging things on the beams, tying firewood, tying grain bags, and tying baskets... There is nothing strange about a piece of hemp rope that appears in the mouse hole.

Jian Ning didn't think so, because the hemp rope in the mouse hole and the hemp rope burned to ashes on the ground were the same, she could see clearly when she moved the wrist of the deceased, and the position of the hemp rope was too coincidental.

Under the might of Jian Zhenjun, Jian Ning threw away the hemp rope in his hand, waited for them to carry the scorched corpse and left, picked up the hemp rope again, took out a piece of kraft paper and wrapped it in his pocket.

Then she went to the location where the other three people died to see if she could find any trace of the hemp rope, but unfortunately she did not find it.

The hemp rope is burned into ashes, and once the water is poured, it is wet and mixed with other burned ashes, and it is impossible to tell the difference.

A fire almost destroyed all traces.

Seeing that he couldn't find anything useful, Jian Ning was unwilling to stay in a place filled with the smell of burnt corpse, and even had a faint smell of meat, and walked out and mixed into the crowd.

The bodies were lifted out one by one, Wang Anqing wiped his face and arranged for people to set up a spirit shed to stop the spirits. After a series of broken things, he felt that his body was hollowed out.

What happened in Shuimo Village in recent months is more abundant than what he has done in most of his life.

Too rich!

Several charred corpses were temporarily parked at the gate of the yard, and the crowd spontaneously retreated a little, and the burnt corpses made people frightened.

"Anqing, do you think our village seems to be uneasy? Do you have to quietly find a Taoist priest to take a look?" An old man with gray hair stood up next to Wang Anqing with a crutch and said tremblingly.

"Uncle San, what are you saying? Feudal superstition is not allowed." Wang Anqing raised his eyes to look at him: "It is normal for the dry things to get out of fire if you accidentally get out of fire."

Is it normal?

A normal ghost!

Wang Anqing actually agreed with Uncle San's words with both hands and feet, but nowadays, it is difficult for him to find a Taoist priest to do it quietly!

The Taoist temple was smashed, and the Taoist priests were good at farming.

Jian Ning stood in the crowd, staring at the burned roof, where four gray soul balls floated, with white edges glowing. This kind of soul ball still has the chance to be a human being in the next life, and the magic lamp is not eaten.

However, the more Jian Ning looked, the more he was, the more he was, what were the soul balls doing? They collided with each other, as if they wanted to leave, but they were trapped by something and could not leave the original location of the house.

There is a saying among the people that some souls that die in vain will be trapped in their place, unable to leave, and unable to be reincarnated. Could it be that these soul balls that bump into each other like headless flies are in this situation? Jian Ning is not very clear. After all, she is a novice in this regard. She used to be a firm materialist. It was not until she met the gods in the copy that she realized that the sayings of ghosts and gods were true.
Chapter completed!