The words of the witch Ma made Fang Zheng think randomly.

evil Dead!

According to his understanding during this period, it is not easy for a person to undergo a corpse after death.

Corpse transformation usually occurs within three days and will not exceed seven days at most.

Once a person dies for more than seven days, unless there is a special reason, the corpse will never change.

It seems that after seven days, the cause of the corpse transformation will no longer exist.

And here, however, the corpses are usually not buried.

In the public eye, with sunlight shining, how could Xiuxiu's corpse be transformed?

Most of this kind of thing happens in corpses who die in no one.

However, no matter how he asked, the witch Ma did not give a positive answer, which attracted the jailer's reprimand.

In desperation, he had to give up.

The cell is dark and the environment is even worse!

There are spider webs on the top of the head, and the ground is covered with straw covered with dirt.

There are all kinds of tiny insects crawling around in the straw. If you don’t pay attention, you will be climbed onto your body.

These things can cause rashes to occur on the body at a minor level, and may cause serious illness at a serious level. If you are sick here, you will not be treated by a doctor and may die.

There is a wooden barrel in the corner.

The barrel body has long disappeared. Where is a smelly smell coming from? You can imagine what it is inside.

Fang Zheng has never cared about his residence, otherwise he would not have adapted to his current life so quickly.

But in this environment, he doubted how long he could last!

At that moment, he pushed the straw on the ground at the farthest corner from the barrel, made a clearance, and carefully stomped the ground before sitting down again.

All of this was seen by the witch Ma.

Her eyes flashed, and she hummed softly from her nose, not knowing what she was thinking.

Fang Zheng, who was curled up and squatting down, did not rest here, but instead narrowed his eyes and practiced the Xuanyin refining form silently.

The yin energy in the dungeon seems to be different from other places. It is as uncomfortable as needles when it is inserted into the body.

Fortunately, he was not induced into his body, but focused on refining the cold flow in his body.

Just like that, time passes slowly.

During this period, the jailer delivered two meals, all of which were hard cakes that were so scattered that they could be used as mirrors.

"Peng!Peng!"

After a while, the sound of the prison guard knocking on the prison door with sticks woke Fang Zheng from his daze.

"Fang Zheng, Zhang Chuwu, Zhang Xiaoliu, you three come out!"

"Um?"

Fang Zheng opened his eyes.

"Young man."

In the darkness, a slightly gloomy voice from the witch Ma came at the right time: "Don't forget what I told you!"

"Oh..., I haven't forgotten."

Fang Zheng nodded, his eyes gloomy: "Grandma Ma, do you think we can go out?"

"What are you talking about!"

The jailer in front of the door darkened his face and interrupted him: "Don't whine, come out for me quickly!"

“Yes, yes!”

The three of them hurriedly got up and went out, and followed each other to a spacious place.

Here, a man in a straight blue shirt was waiting.

The man is not tall, has small eyes, long face, slightly dark skin, and looks a bit similar to Xiao Liu.

"elder brother!"

"Brother Jin!"

Seeing the other party, Xiao Liu and Zhang Chuwu spoke immediately, but his voice was not very enthusiastic.

It seems that this one is Xiao Liu's elder brother, the one who runs an inn and is said to be greedy and stingy.

"Wait here, don't walk around!"

The jailer said to the few people, turned around and walked towards the passage on the other side.

"Have you been working!"

Zhang Zhaojin Chao jailer bowed his hand and looked at the three of them again: "Don't worry, you can go out."

Upon hearing this, the three of them immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"elder brother!"

Xiaoliu asked quickly: "My sister... how are you doing now?"

"What else can it be done!"

Zhang Zhaojin snorted and spoke expressionlessly: "The body stayed in the morgue all night and was sent home early this morning."

Little Liu's teeth clenched, his eyes red: "Who did it?"

Zhang Zhaojin avoided Xiao Liu's gaze and replied, "It's said it's a bandit in the mountains, but who knows which one?"

"Brother Zhao Jin, what do you say about the Yang family?"

Zhang Chuwu was more steady and said, "Xiuxiu is dead, and she must also make plans for her funeral."

"Yang family..."

Zhang Zhaojin's mouth twitched and said, "The Yang family said that Xiuxiu was not abide by the wife and also implicated other people's lives. She was not allowed to enter the Yang family's ancestral tomb."

"How can this work!"

Zhang Chuwu's expression changed.

Xiaoliu was also anxious and said angrily: "My sister has married into their family, and she is their family. Why don't you let her enter the Yang family's grave?"

Fang Zheng looked confused and didn't understand why the two of them had such a big reaction to this matter.

"Since they don't allow them to enter the Yang family's grave, then they will be buried in the Zhang family's grave. Isn't this the same?"

In his opinion, this is actually better.

Xiuxiu had been bullied in the Yang family and always wanted to go back to her parents' home. After her death, she was buried in peace.

"This won't work."

Zhang Chuwu frowned and shook his head, "A woman's family is not included in the genealogy. After her death, she can only be buried in her husband's cemetery to enjoy the incense."

"If not, it would be a lonely ghost."

Fangzheng was stagnant.

This is the difference in concepts.

In the eyes of people in this world, people will enter another world after death and can accept the incense of living people.

Xiuxiu is no longer a member of the Zhang family, she can only be buried in the Yang family.

Otherwise, no one would sacrifice during festivals and festivals and not get the paper money burned by future generations, they would become lonely and pitiful, just like a lonely ghost.

This concept is deeply rooted in people's hearts.

"Don't worry, the matter has been resolved."

Zhang Zhaojin waved his hand and said, "Mom said that if Xiuxiu cannot enter the Yang family's grave, she will hold a chance and bury the cemetery in a family willing to accept her."

"There is a family in Dawangzhuang outside the city who just died and has not been married yet. They promised to take over."

"certainly."

He paused and spoke reluctantly: "We need to give them five taels of silver."

"That's fine."

Zhang Chuwu breathed a sigh of relief.

Although Xiao Liu was still angry, he just clenched his fists without saying a word.

"You three!"

At this time, the jailer came over with a set of pen, ink, paper and inkstone: "Sign up and write on it, and you can leave."

"yes."
To be continued...