Chapter 134 Qian Family

After saying that, she was pushed by a soft force and stumbled out of this world.

Her mind went blank at the time, as if she was being swayed by a strange thought.

The moment she opened the door and walked in, she suddenly woke up. When she turned around, she saw Han Jingnian, who was pierced by a ghost and held up in the air.

The ghost in each copy has its own characteristics. This ghost will choose the moment when they turn around to attack, so only one of the two is destined to escape to the door alive and then leave.

The light and shadow in front of her eyes changed, and she returned to their campsite halfway up the mountain, except that she was the only one left in the camp.

Han Jingnian is dead

Everyone died except herself.

"Wow--"

She was walking aimlessly as she was lost in recollection. Suddenly, she tripped on something hard under her feet and made a collision sound.

She lowered her head as if waking up from a dream, and found some blackened bricks.

Bricks were scattered on the ground without any rules, and the wall foundation structure remained on one side. It can be imagined that this was once a wall and then collapsed in the fire.

Staring at the dark bricks, Yu Man suddenly felt a strange feeling in her heart. She slowly squatted down and moved the bricks that were still hot to the touch. There were a few wooden planks underneath.

Wiping away the ashes on the wooden board with his hands, three golden words were revealed: Qian Jianguo.

"Is it the memorial tablet of Qian's family?"

Pei Qian came first, staring at the wooden board in Yu Man's hand with strange eyes.

Zhou Rong leaned over and picked up the other two wooden boards. After wiping away the ashes, he found that the names Qian Jianshe and Qian Jianxiu were written on them respectively.

It is indeed the memorial tablet of Qian’s family.

And judging from the word "Jian" in their names, these three people should be members of the same generation of the Qian family.

Chen Xiaomeng looked away from the tablets and looked around. The fire last night was very fierce. The fire burned almost everything, but only three tablets were left. This was obviously unreasonable.

"Ahhh!!"

A sudden scream interrupted Chen Xiaomeng's thoughts. Almost subconsciously, she immediately lowered her body and touched her waist with one hand.

Jiang Cheng's pupils shrank slightly.

The one who screamed was Li Lu. She pointed at Yu Man with a pale face, her pupils trembled and said: "Ms. Yu, take your hand!"

Blood could not help but leak out from between Yu Man's fingers holding the tablet.

Turning over the tablet, several people were horrified to find that a bright red handprint was imprinted on the back of the tablet, with clearly visible fingers. The blood stains seemed to have been freshly printed, with blood beads rolling from time to time.

"It seems that Zhao Xiangmei set this fire," Pei Gan reasoned boldly, stroking his beard: "The purpose is to attract us here, and then find the three-dollar family tablet."

"Did the three Qian family members do something to her?" Li Lu asked in a low voice.

"possible."

"But no matter what they have done, they are dead now," Li Lu looked puzzled. She stared at the three tablets with an unnatural expression. "Even if they are dead, are you not willing to let them go?"

"It may be that they are involved in something," Chen Xiaomeng said casually, "For example, the truth that was buried. Maybe the truth of the matter is not what we heard."

The clues were limited, and everyone knew that even if the argument continued, there would be no results, so Pei Gan suggested that the tablets be put away first and then make plans.

"Okay!" Jiang Cheng was the first to express his support, then turned to Man and winked fiercely, saying without hesitation: "Hurry up and hand over the tablet to Mr. Pei. He is old and can use these things."

Pei Gan shook his body.

On their way back, they met the village chief and his party. The leader of the village chief looked very ugly, as if his own house had been burned down last night.

"Master!" After seeing Jiang Cheng's group, the village chief's eyes glowed, "We just went to the yard to look for you, but we didn't expect you to come here."

"We saw a fire in the Qian family ancestral hall last night, so we thought we would come over and take a look," Zhou Rong said calmly, "I thought we might be able to find some clues."

"What clues can there be here?" the village chief asked after a pause.

"Hmph, that's hard to say." Jiang Cheng walked forward with an inscrutable look on his face. He stretched his neck and lowered his voice and asked, "Do you know what happened to the fire last night?"

The village chief was afraid of him from the bottom of his heart. He didn't know why. He just felt uncomfortable all over when he saw him. After a while, he pursed his lips and said, "What's going on?"

Jiang Cheng smiled slightly and gestured to him.

After seeing Jiang Cheng's mouth shape clearly, the village chief was shocked, "Zhao Xiangmei?!"

"That's right!" Jiang Cheng's face was filled with expressions of surprise and surprise.

The village chief couldn't breathe and almost carried him on his back. Fortunately, the man behind him had quick eyesight and quick hands and helped him.

Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, Pei Qian hurriedly took out the three tablets and interrupted: "Village Chief Liu, look at the people here, do you recognize them?"

Qian Jianguo, Qian Jianshe, Qian Jianxiu

After struggling for a long time, the village chief's eyes were finally able to focus again. He looked at the memorial tablet and his voice was much softer, "These are the children of the old village chief Qian. Qian Jianguo and Qian Jianshe are the old village chiefs." His son, Qian Jianxiu, is his youngest daughter.”

"They were all killed by Zhao Xiangmei?"

"Brothers Qian Jianguo and Qian Jianshe are," the village chief took a few quick breaths, and after a few seconds, continued: "No, Qian Jianxiu, she died when she was very young. I heard she had smallpox. "

Zhou Rong thought for a while and suddenly asked: "How many children does Mr. Qian have?"

"Four."

"The remaining one"

"That's the boss Qian Jianye, he's dead too," the village chief licked his chapped lips, his eyes dimmed, and he sighed, "He was also killed by Zhao Xiangmei. Everyone of the Jian generation of the Qian family is dead. ”

No one is interested in the life and death of the Qian family. What they are interested in is why the Qian family's ancestral hall was burned down, but only three memorial tablets were left.

Moreover, the memorial tablet of Qian Jianye, the eldest son of the Jian generation, is also missing.

The village chief and others did not delay for too long, and rushed towards the Qian family ancestral hall with their people and fire-extinguishing tools. They wanted to eliminate the fire spots and prevent mountain fires.

When leaving, the village chief seemed to suddenly remember something, and said to everyone apologetically: "It was already dark when I went back last night, so I didn't arrange for anyone to deliver dinner to you." His throat rolled, and he said in fear: "High." Don’t mind it, people!”

After hearing this, Li Lu's body shook violently, then ran to the grass not far away, leaned down, and began to retching.

The village chief and his group stared at Li Lu in confusion. She was fine just now, but why did she suddenly react immediately and look at the man among them with subtle eyes?