Chapter Thirty-Four: Dragonfly Skimming Water

  Qin Zhong was on top, and several people from the old Geng's family were in the pit. The two groups of people stared at each other, and that dog barked at Qin Zhong.

  Han Jun took a long time to catch his breath, and the beads of sweat on his forehead dripped down with a pattering sound.

  Qin Zhong swung the two kitchen knives in his hand, looked at the people in the pit and smiled: "You say you're now falling into the pit, am I pulling you up or filling some soil for you?"

  "You, want to kill again?"

  "Shut up, we don't want to kill people and haven't killed anyone. It's just that you think we've killed people, but we're not as you imagine." Qin Zhong lightly scraped the ground with his foot, raising a cloud of yellow dust, which poured into the pit with a loud rumbling sound.

  The two groups stood there confronting each other. Qin Zhong had a plan in mind, and now was the perfect time to make their move. If they waited any longer until dawn, it would be too late.

  It is said that whoever's ancestral tomb was dug up, the villagers would definitely make a big fuss about it. So he had to finish this matter in the shortest time possible. His purpose of shoveling soil into the pit was to let the people inside ask for help as soon as possible and rescue them.

  Not everyone in the pit is Old Geng's son, someone has already spoken up: "Alright buddy, stop messing around, I don't care about their family matters anymore, first pull me up."

  "How can I believe you won't play with my life again?" Qin Zhong said bluntly.

  Someone in the pit said to Lao Geng's son, "Why don't we just pretend they really want to find out the truth? Let them examine the body. If it's a ruse, we won't say anything else and let the court see later."

  Qin Zhong burst out laughing: "Look at this guy, he still knows the law. Alright, let's pull you up first." Qin Zhong and Han Jun had already prepared a relatively thick tree branch, and they stretched it into the pit.

  Everyone in the pit rushed forward, all wanting to get out first, and had already lost the calmness at the beginning.

  Before long, only Old Geng's son was left in the pit. After Qin Zhong pulled him up together, a glance from Old Geng's son made Qin Zhong feel that danger was lurking behind them.

  Qin Zhong didn't say anything else. With two knives in hand, one in front and one behind, he confronted the approaching person: "Who dares to move? Don't make me call you shameless scoundrels."

  It turned out that Qin Zhong's two kitchen knives really came in handy, and the few people who wanted to rush up were stopped in their tracks.

  "Let's go, take me back. I want to have a good look at the corpse. It should be someone who has been cursed." Qin Zhong said it very professionally.

  Lao Geng's son let out a long sigh: "Alright, since my old man can't even rest in peace after he died, then go ahead and harass us. If you're telling lies, I'll sue you tomorrow."

  Qin Zhong didn't say much more, his mouth slightly curled up at the corner, and they rushed straight to Old Ge's tomb.

  It's just a coincidence, and it can only be said that there is no cleverness without a book, until this group of people arrived at Lao Geng's tomb.

  When everyone arrived at the cemetery, Old Geng's son's eyes bulged out and stared straight at the coffin.

  Qin Zhong was also stunned. The coffin he had just dug out was empty, and there wasn't even a single piece of blue clothing left.

  Han Jun sucked in a breath of cold air, his face slightly pale: "It's bad, he slowly turned his head around and looked at Qin Zhong."

  "It's a zombie!" Qin Zhong looked at Han Jun and added this sentence, the two people's judgments were surprisingly the same, which scared the old Geng family to death.

  Lao Geng's son suddenly knelt down on the ground, crying and shouting "Dad". Actually, he had a good reason to do so. His dad was gone, and even his body was nowhere to be found. Anyone would lose their temper in such a situation.

  Qin Zhong immediately picked up his tools and began digging around the coffin: "Uncle Han, help me see if the bottom plate of the coffin is broken."

  The two of them dug the coffin a few feet deeper and found that Old Geng's coffin was placed upright, with the person inside lying flat. In other words, the coffin used by Old Geng was several times larger than an ordinary one.

  "Isn't this just a dragonfly skimming the water?" Qin Zhong muttered to himself, then turned his head and asked Old Geng's son, "Does your family have an ancestral hall? And who helped you dig this hole?"

  "He is a shaman I invited from afar through acquaintances in my hometown village."

  Qin Zhong tucked the vegetable knife into his waist, raised an eyebrow: "Your family is really rich, and you even hired a shaman to perform rituals. The hole they dug for you must have changed the ancestral hall as well?"

  "Yes, all the spirit tablets in the ancestral hall were propped up with golden trays."

  "Hmph, this is still considered having a conscience, let's go, to your ancestral temple to find your father. I reckon he doesn't recognize anyone now, damn it, has become so rotten and can still come out as an undead." Qin Zhong said this with a super professional tone.

  The Korean army couldn't stop praising and admiring them.

  Qin Zhong's few words left Lao Gengtou's son at a loss, and it took him half a day to squeeze out a sentence: "Alright then, I'll take you to my ancestral hall." His tone was clearly tinged with a mix of surprise and incomprehension.

  The other villagers listened to Qin Zhong's words, as if they were listening to heavenly books. One by one, they wanted to gather and watch the excitement. A large group of people followed Old Geng's son through the forest and stopped in front of a relatively spacious courtyard at the village entrance.

  "This is it, but we can't let too many people in. The Geng family rules state that outsiders must make three bows and three kowtows before entering."

  "I know." Qin Zhong made a courtesy call, and Old Geng's son pushed open the door.

  Qin Zhong looked into the courtyard, which was very clean and tidy. In the main hall, there was an incense table with a golden yellow satin curtain hanging down from it. In front of the incense table, three cushions were arranged side by side for people to kneel and pay their respects.

  On the incense table, a large incense burner with a diameter of over ten inches was filled with swirling sandalwood incense. Next to the incense table stood a chair, on which sat an old man dressed in simple attire. His face had possibly turned dark green from accompanying his ancestors in this temple day and night.

  Lao Geng's son let Qin Zhong go first into the main hall, followed by a large group of young men from the Geng family. The dozens of memorial tablets on the incense table were all lifted up with golden copper plates.

  At this moment, there are more people watching in the courtyard, although they are all very quiet, but with so many people in the courtyard suddenly, it seems much livelier.

  The old man sitting in the chair closed his eyes slightly, and it seemed that he could hear his gentle snoring.

  "Uncle Da, Uncle Da?" Old Geng's son leaned forward and shouted while gently pushing the old man.

  The old man coughed twice, making an effort to open his dim eyes. Two millet-sized eye boogers stuck at the corners of his eyes: "How come there are so many people? Has someone died in the village again? That old man has gone to carve a spirit tablet."

  Qin Zhong looked at the old man and burst out laughing. Han Jun walked around the ancestral hall, seemingly not finding anything either.

  The old man scratched his neck, looked at the crowd in the courtyard and muttered a few words: "Condolences, condolences, I don't know whose family this is, I guarantee that I will finish painting the spirit tablet tomorrow."

  "Hey, this time no one died in any family, but someone came back to life. I don't know if there's anyone here who has a relative returning home?" Qin Zhong asked the old man.

  The old man blinked his old eyes: "I don't know this either, I've been sleeping all the time, didn't you just wake me up when you came?"

  "Why don't you sleep on the bed?" Han Jun asked.

  The old man smiled and said, "This isn't the village where someone just died, I have to stay here to keep vigil. Besides, these two days the ladies in the side rooms of the two wings have been quarreling and playing mahjong all day, it's been driving me crazy, so I'd rather sleep here, it's more peaceful. These old men just sit here every day pretending to be something they're not."

  Qin Zhong looked puzzled and asked again, "Are the concubines in the side rooms also using copper plates as pedestals for their spirit tablets?"

  "Of course, he is a descendant of the first shaman in Manchuria, and what he does is absolutely top-notch."

  Qin Zhong nodded, but at this moment he noticed a problem - the old man seemed to have something on his neck, and every few sentences he would scratch it, and it felt like he was scratching so hard that he might tear his skin apart.

  Han Jun whispered: "Xiao Zhong, I think Lao Geng might not be here?"

  Qin Zhong turned his head and asked Old Geng's son: "What does your father like to do in his daily life?"