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Bao Wenjun said that his sudden death was a huge blow to their family, so he immediately thought of me and thought that if I did not introduce this thing, his brother would not have died, so he called me back to give me a lesson, but unfortunately, he was too impulsive and lost his head, and hoped that I could forgive him.

I patted Bao Wenjun's shoulder and said, this matter can't be blamed on you, our good friend of four years, if you say you're sorry again, this term would be too foreign to me.

Bao Wenjun was right, as long as his brother was buried, he would be at peace.

We talked for a long time before we went back to bed.

The next morning, I was woken up by the Second Master Lin, and was told to go to Baozi's home to help with the burial at eight o'clock in the evening.

I asked Second Master Lin, there won't be any problems today, right?

Second Master Lin said, where did all this trouble come from? Besides, if the body stayed any longer, it would stink, so even if something went wrong, it would have to be buried today.

Then, Second Master Lin gave a few simple instructions. We called Da Jian and Xiao Tao over and went straight to the Baozi's home.

As soon as I entered the yard, I felt something was wrong.

Due to Steamed Bun's death accident this time, word had spread throughout the entire village. Right now, no one dared to approach his house, even Bao Family's parents were temporarily staying at another's home, so this courtyard was already empty.

But very clearly, I heard a wave of ”shua shua” sounds coming from inside the Baozi's home hall. That sound was extremely sharp and ear-piercing, and caused one's entire body to go numb.

The sound was not too loud, so it was obvious that the few of them had heard it as well.

They didn't pay much attention to it at the time, so they just asked him to go in and take a look.

As a result, after entering the room, he was finally able to clearly see what the ”shua” sound was.

They saw Bao Wenjun stepping on the coffin, and on the table beside him was a grindstone, in his hand was a pig slaughtering knife, he was grinding on top of it!

Seeing us enter, he did not stop what he was doing. Instead, the corners of his mouth lifted into a sly smile.