I Have a Luck Altar

Ping'an Town belongs to Ping'an County, and it is the most basic unit, which is juxtaposed with townships, pavilions, and townships.

And in such an ancient world, transportation is inconvenient, unless there is a major event to report, the Ting Township and the county government below will only report twice a year.

As for Chen Yuan in Ping'an Town, he had only heard about it, but had never been there.

But the name gave him a sense of inexplicable familiarity.

"Brother Zhao, have you ever been to Ping'an Town?"

On the horse's back, Chen Yuan turned his head and asked.

"I came here a few years ago, and a very strange thing happened in Ping'an Town. Catcher Huang personally brought people to investigate, but unfortunately, nothing was found in the end."

"Evil?"

Chen Yuan became interested.

"Yes, in a relatively remote village in Ping'an Town, twenty-three households were all missing. That was a major case a few years ago."

"Aren't there any traces?"

"No, that village is too far away, and I seldom communicate with outsiders."

"Did the demons do it?"

"I don't know, there is no clue, so I can only let it go." Zhao Ning shook his head slightly.

After two hours, near noon, Chen Yuan, Zhao Ning and several white servants finally arrived at Ping'an Town. Zhao Ning took Chen Yuan to the home of the Chief Officer Liu Laosan with ease.

Although he is not in the rank, but Liu Laosan's power in Ping'an Town is not small, his family is well-off, and he wears high-quality cloth, which is completely different from the coarse linen clothes worn by ordinary people.

"This is?" Liu Laosan cupped his hands at Zhao Ning, and looked at Chen Yuan with a smile on his face.

"This is the arrester who joined last year, Chen Yuan. This is Mr. Liu," Zhao Ning introduced with a smile.

"What is Mr. Liu, just call Lao Liu quickly." Mr. Liu waved his hand.

Chen Yuan nodded and smiled.

"Why do the two police officers have time to come to my Ping'an Town today, but what orders does the county magistrate have?" Liu Laosan asked tentatively.

Chen Yuan and Zhao Ning looked at each other and said in a low voice:

"We came to investigate some fugitives. The county captain was furious and thoroughly investigated all the villages and pavilions in the county. Therefore, the two of us were arranged in Ping'an Town."

"So that's how it is." Liu Laosan looked relaxed.

As long as it's not for him.

"The two arresters are exhausted, why don't you rest here for a while."

"That's annoying"

After pushing the cups and changing the cups for a while, Liu Laosan's cheeks began to flush, and his voice was a little drunk, stumbling around, pulling Chen Yuan and saying:

"Brother Chen, you"

"Brother Liu, has anything unusual happened in Ping'an Town recently?" Chen Yuan asked softly, as for Zhao Ning, who had already been lying on the table unconscious.

"An unusual thing. Let me think about it. It doesn't seem to be there. Hey, by the way, the old Mr. Chen and his wife died three days ago. It's quite... quite evil."

Liu Laosan belched while drinking, and spoke intermittently.

"Why is it evil?" Chen Yuan became a little interested.

"Both of them."

Chen Yuan frowned, and left Liu Laosan's house alone, wanting to go to Old Chen's house to investigate.

According to Liu Laosan, the old Chen and his wife worked diligently on weekdays and did not offend anyone, but they died strangely three nights ago.

It was as if they had been buried in the ground for a long time and turned into mummified corpses. Someone looked at them and was so frightened that they dared not close their eyes for a whole day and night. Up to now, their corpses are still at home, and few people dare to approach them.

After inquiring a few idlers in the town, Chen Yuan managed to find Old Chen Tou's house with a few turns.

It is a very dilapidated small courtyard, the door is tightly closed, and the couplets from previous years are still pasted on the door, but it has completely faded, and it seems to fall off when the wind blows.

"Boom boom boom"

Chen Yuan held the long knife at his waist with one hand, and gently knocked on the door with the other.

Although old Chen was dead, Chen Yuan learned from Liu Laosan that they had a fourteen or fifteen-year-old son who hadn't left the house for the past few days.

When Chen Yuan wanted to ask again, Liu Laosan stopped moving.

No one dared to go to his house to help. People in the town rumored that his family had provoked Xie Chong and was drained of blood, and now Xie Chong is still in their home.

Even if someone wants to help because of the friendship in the neighborhood, they don't have the courage.

"rustle."

A slight rubbing sound came from the small courtyard.

"Squeak"

The door was opened from the inside, and a young man appeared in front of Chen Yuan.

The young man was young, with a white cap tied on his head, and a linen cloth robe with several conspicuous patches on his body.

The young man had a calm face, with clear eyes under his thick eyebrows, he looked a little resolute, and he was holding a cut-out paper figurine in his hand.

"Is something wrong?" the boy asked calmly.

Chen Yuan frowned, such a drastic change had taken place in his family, but a teenager shouldn't be so calm, as if what happened to his family was not a funeral.

"I am arresting Chen Yuan to investigate the death of your parents." Chen Yuan said in a low voice.

The young man was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, looked up at Chen Yuan, and whispered:

"Master, please come in."

Chen Yuan walked into the small courtyard with a calm expression, and carefully looked at the small courtyard with his eyes. It was very simple, not surprising, but there were some sawdust piled up in the courtyard.

"What is this for?"

"Make a coffin for my parents."

"You still know this at such a young age?" Chen Yuan was a little surprised.

"I learned it before."

"What's your name?" Chen Yuan asked.

The boy was silent for a long time, then lowered his head and said:

"My parents call me Ping An."

"Peace, Chen Pingan!!!"

Chen Yuan muttered to himself, why are they all called Chen Pingan now?

Um?

Why use both?

"Your parents seem to want you to be safe."

Chen Pingan didn't answer, and returned to the hut, continuing to chip wood chips with tools, trying to mend the last piece of wood.

Chen Yuan stepped into the hut, and what appeared in front of him was a large coffin with many flaws on it, and the most important coffin roof was missing, and a faint smell of corpses wafted away.

Chen Pingan was grinding the board expressionlessly, looking around at Chen Yuan without any curiosity, nor was he crying to find out the truth for his parents.

Chen Yuan lightly covered his nose, and leaned forward. The two withered corpses stared ferociously, as if they had encountered great fear before they died.

Gently picking up the coarse cloth covering them with a knife, Chen Yuan looked at them carefully, but there were no obvious scars on their bodies, only a red spot on the back of their necks.

"Why didn't you report to the official?" Chen Yuan asked while observing.

"Is it useful to report to the official?" Chen Pingan didn't look up.

"The night your parents died, were you at home?"

"exist."

"Did you feel that something was wrong?"

"Have."

Chen Ping raised his head and stared at Chen Yuan.

"where?"

"I'm not dead"