The Coffin Lid Suddenly Moved

Now, after hearing Tang Ping's logical analysis, they also moved closer to the corpse and began to examine it carefully.

She then noticed that the corpse had developed large areas of lividity, and given that the weather wasn't hot, this couldn't possibly have happened within just a few hours.

Five hours earlier, the group of funeral directors had not even arrived in the Small Town.

In other words, her husband's death really had nothing to do with these funeral directors.

She wanted an explanation because she believed the funeral director had failed in his duty to guard the mourning hall, and no one had stopped her husband from hanging himself there.

But upon closer reflection, her husband's previous emotions seemed normal. Although he had argued with his older brother, it hadn't reached the point of suicidal thoughts.

How could someone suddenly hang themselves?

Someone must have harmed him.

Who is it?

Compared to the townspeople who had no vested interests, Li Jianguo, who had argued with Li Jianmin and was able to inherit his property after Li Jianguo Li Jianmin's death, was undoubtedly the most suspicious person.

So she stared at Li Jianguo again.

Li Jianguo was genuinely nervous. Although he was dissatisfied with some of his second son's actions, he didn't really intend to harm him.

After all, if the second son hadn't died, he would have taken care of their family out of consideration for them as family members.

Besides, the second son still has a wife. Even if he dies, how much of the inheritance will they get?

Li Jianguo was not the kind of person who would dare to murder for money.

"Sister-in-law, I really don't know anything. I was busy with the funeral arrangements the whole time, surrounded by other people. Li Si, you saw me there, didn't you?"

Li Si, standing outside the door, nodded. "You all saw this big guy, right?"

"Yes, Li Eldest was busy at the banquet, and everyone saw him bustling around entertaining people. He didn't have time to harm anyone."

"That doesn't make sense. Even if someone harmed Li Second, who would have moved him into the mourning hall and hung him from the beam without anyone noticing?"

Li Yue's explanation and testimony are clearly problematic.

She couldn't explain why, even though she was sitting right there, she couldn't notice such a large person hanging behind her.

Even if someone came and hung the body from the beam, wouldn't that make a noise?

At such a close distance, it's impossible not to hear it.

"I..." Li Yue was speechless. She really hadn't noticed anything. If the wind hadn't blown in and the corpse hadn't touched her back, she wouldn't have realized there was a corpse behind her.

"He just appeared there out of nowhere."

That's all Li Yue could say.

It appeared suddenly.

These words sent a chill down everyone's spine.

The townspeople who had been talking outside the door fell silent.

"What nonsense are you spouting?" Li Jianguo's face turned red with anger.

This is his father's mourning hall. By saying this, isn't Li Yue implying that the mourning hall is unclean?

Then who else could be unclean?

At this point, the townspeople dared not discuss it casually. Since they couldn't confirm whether ghosts existed or not, they talked about it behind people's backs more enthusiastically than anyone else.

But if even the slightest sign of it appears, they are more afraid than anyone else.

No one dared to speak carelessly here, lest they incur the ghost's revenge.

As a result, some people made excuses such as needing to use the restroom or having family matters to attend to, and left the mourning hall one after another.

Only the person in charge and the reincarnated individuals remained at the scene.

The second son's wife said, "What should we do about this? I'll go call the police and have them find out who did this."

"Wait, sister-in-law... Sigh, never mind, let's do it your way." Li Jianguo knew he couldn't persuade her; doing so would only increase his suspicion.

Anyway, he didn't kill the person. Although this incident at the old man's funeral hall caused a scene, once the police are called and word gets out, their family's reputation will be ruined.

But quite a few people from town have come here too, and I guess they'll spread the word about what happened here very soon.

Then he doesn't need to worry about so much anymore.

Report it if you want. If you can find out what happened, then the wronged will be identified and the guilty will be held accountable.

Just as the second son's wife was about to go out to call the police, a gust of evil wind suddenly blew towards her as soon as she stepped across the threshold of the mourning hall.

The evil wind was strong, blowing all the decorations in the mourning hall around, making the wooden windows creak, and causing the offerings on the table to overturn and fall to the ground.

Even the candles in the sacrificial basin were blown out by this evil wind.

The mourning hall was plunged into darkness.

Xiao Lai and several other veterans all looked at the sacrificial basin at once, and a thought arose in their minds at the same time: This is bad.

They rushed over and, in their haste, lit the candle with matches.

The candles were relit, and the mourning hall was once again illuminated by their dim candlelight.

Li Jianguo shivered. "What a strong wind! Sister-in-law, are you alright?"

The second son's wife stood there, seemingly startled by the sudden gust of wind. After a while, she lowered her head and said, "I'm fine."

Her voice was much hoarseer than before.

She quickly lowered her head and stepped out of the mourning hall again.

Li Jianguo assumed she had gone to the town's police station to report the case and didn't pay much attention.

The picture frame on the table suddenly fell over with a crisp sound.

Li Jianguo immediately went over, straightened the photo, and arranged it properly. "Dad, please don't be offended. It's not that your son is unfilial; it's just that the wind came at the wrong time."

He bowed to the photo.

When he looked up, he saw that a large amount of blood had overflowed from the photo, flowing down the frame and staining the black and white image inside red.

The kind-looking old man in the photo, against the backdrop of all that red, appeared much more ferocious.

"Ah!!!" Li Jianguo shouted.

"Who? Who put the paint there?"

His hand had barely touched the picture frame when the sticky substance made him pause. Was this what paint felt like?

Moreover, why didn't he smell paint? Instead, he smelled rust.

This is blood.

Was this someone playing a prank?

He glanced at the others, who also wore expressions of surprise.

Xiao Lai and several Tang Ping veterans had very serious expressions; they knew that they were probably about to enter a critical juncture.

Thud! Thud! Crack... Crack... Crack!

The coffin that had been lying quietly beside them suddenly made a sound.

It's like someone inside is pushing a coffin lid, but can't lift it up, and can only keep digging at the lid with their fingers, trying to get out.

Li Jianguo swallowed hard, his legs trembling slightly, and looked incredulously toward the source of the sound.

When he saw the coffin actually shaking slightly, his anxiety finally subsided.

It's haunted! It's really haunted! The funeral hall is definitely not clean.

Thinking of his second brother, who died with his eyes wide open in disbelief, he let out a howl and scrambled out of the mourning hall.

As he ran, he kept shouting, "Dad, what have I done to wrong you? I still need to carry on your family line! Don't look for me!"