"So, my uncle was taken away by someone at that time, right?" Xun'er looked at the bean in her palm, and saw it lowering her eyes slightly, nodding at herself, confirming his guess.

"But why did my uncle turn into a bean?" Xun'er was still puzzled.

"When my brother and the others found his father, there was still half a bag of mung beans beside him. It should have been picked by his father in the field in the afternoon. I wondered if my father's soul was driven out of his body and attached to one of the beans, so he became what he is now." Cheng Yumo analyzed word by word.

Xun'er suddenly realized, "Yes, I guess that's the case. Fortunately, I found this human-faced bean outside the kitchen that day, otherwise my uncle would have been his meal." He wanted to say that my uncle would have become our meal on the plate, and he felt that this was really disrespectful to the elders, so he swallowed half of the words back to his stomach.

"Human-faced bean?" Cheng Yumo murmured these three words, "Xun'er, are you saying there is a human face on this bean?"

Xun'er nodded, her tone full of regret, "I used to think it was familiar. Today, after it reminded me, I realized that this face was my uncle's. It was all my fault for being too slow, otherwise, the next thing might not have happened."

Cheng Yumo respectfully held the bean in his palm, looked at it carefully, and said suspiciously, "Why can you see it, but I can't see anything?"

Xun'er said anxiously, "Now is not the time to talk about this. My aunt, the most important thing is two things. One is to rescue my father so that he will not be injured. The other is to tell the truth of the matter to prevent them from continuing to do evil."

***

The rain became heavier, and a layer of white mist appeared in the forest, like a vague plain veil. Fang Jing took the lead in walking in front, put a hut in his hand and looked forward, then rushed to Cheng Guoguang and several yamen runners following behind him, "It's there. I just found Mrs. Cheng's body in that mud."

Hearing what he said, two of the yamen runners quickly walked towards the mud, but Xiao Wu stayed behind. Tong Cheng Guoguang looked at each other and followed slowly forward.

"Huh? Why is there a big pit here, and there are so many cowhide pockets?"

An expected voice came from the front, and Fang Jing slowly followed, stood behind the two yamen runners without saying a word, pushed their arms forward, pushing them into the pit, and he also slid neatly along the pit wall to the bottom.

"What are you doing?" The two yamen runners were shocked and turned to look at Fang Jing. When they saw the mysterious smiles of the two people outside the pit, they immediately felt a very bad premonition.

But Fang Jing did not give them a chance. He pulled out the dagger on his waist, cut open the two cowhide pockets closest to him, "Two sirs, look, what is here?"

The yamen runners squinted their eyes and looked at the two piles of black and smelly things, but before they could make a judgment, they saw two balls of black smoke coming out of their cowhide pockets, leaping straight into their lower backs, and then suddenly disappeared.

A numbness broke out in my waist, and this extremely uncomfortable feeling ran through my spine, and even my head became numb.

"You guys design it"

At this time, the two finally realized that they were being plotted against, but it was too late. They felt a "buzzing" sound from the sky spirit cap, and then they felt like they were kicked out of their bodies by a huge force, floating in the air, rising higher and higher, and were at a loss.

Fang Jing looked at the two people lying on the ground, walked around them, clicked the cowhide bag behind them, thought for a moment, frowned and said, "There are twenty-eight people left, one missing, is there anyone else buried in the swamp?

Cheng Guoguang, who was standing outside the pit, said to him, "No hurry, the trouble has been basically solved now. We have plenty of time to search slowly and will definitely find the last pocket. We have been waiting for hundreds of years, and it is not a short while. But now the swamp will spread here soon, so we still have to transfer them elsewhere as soon as possible."

While speaking, the two yamen runners opened their eyes and woke up. When they saw Fang Jing in front of them, they were stunned at first, and quickly turned around and retreated to the back. In a hurry, they actually knocked over several cowhide pockets one after another, and screamed in a "ahhh" way, "Don't kill me, don't kill me, I won't go out, and I will never get sick to others."

Fang Jing went up and grabbed one of them and shouted loudly, "It's me, I'm Tianrui. You don't have to escape anymore, nor do you have to hide from the official family anymore. We are all fine, it's normal. Now there are our people everywhere in the village, so you don't have to be afraid anymore."

The yamen runner was stunned when he heard this familiar voice. He suddenly grabbed Fang Jing tightly and said in his mouth, "You are the one who spoke outside a while ago, right? You said, we are free and our bodies are completely better." At this point, he suddenly reached his hands in front of him and looked over carefully little by little. His face was not only a surprise, but also a hint of madness.

Yes, sometimes happiness comes too suddenly and people can't bear it. If they are not stopped, they may go crazy. Fang Jing understands this, so he quickly grabbed the yamen runner's arm and comforted him, "This is true. We have come out and we have new bodies, but don't be excited. We will have more days to enjoy in the future. I will take back what they owe us little by little, and everything will be left behind."

But the yamen runner suddenly broke free from him and did a move that others could not understand, but made Fang Jing and the others burst into tears: he took off all his clothes and took them off cleanly, without even leaving his underwear.

After taking off his body, he carefully checked every inch of his skin with a panic look. Finally, his eyes fell on a very shallow scar and could not stop moving. He looked at Fang Jing, his lips trembled a few times, "What is this?"

Fang Jing walked over and comforted softly, "Don't panic, it's just an ordinary scar, not a trauma."

Hearing this word, the man suddenly squatted down with his head in his arms, "Don't say it, don't say it, it comes to me. I don't want to experience it again, don't want to go back." After saying that, he was already crying and his whole body was trembling.

Fang Jing felt a sob in his throat. He pressed down the tears that were about to roll, picked up the clothes on the ground, and gently draped them on the exposed body of the yamen runner. A sharp light suddenly floated in his eyes, "Don't worry, it won't come back, and we won't go back again."

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