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When he woke up, he really didn't remember anything. His memories were still stuck at the wake from the night before.

He could not even remember the experience of being bewitched.

I wonder why I can remember what happened when I was bewitched and he can't?

When the sky brightened, we would pack our stuff and go back. I was temporarily arranged to stay in Second Master Lin's home and wait for the funeral procession to finish.

In fact, Bao Wenjun came to find me during this period of time. He secretly apologized to me, saying that he was too impulsive at the time, and asked for forgiveness for any actions he took against me.

Since Bao Wenjun was able to apologize to me, to be honest, I was very moved. Thus, I no longer cared about the matter of him forcing me to kneel down. What I was most concerned about was still the cause of Steamed Bun's death.

Bao Wenjun sighed, he said that no one was to blame, it was all his fault for being too greedy.

I thought, Samit was right, it looks like Steamed Bun did something shameful.

Bao Wenjun asked me, do you still remember how my brother called you one night, saying that he couldn't go back to the suburbs?

I nodded and said that I remembered. I had a very deep impression of him. It was already 11: 30 in the night. He hurriedly searched everywhere for his car. He was afraid that he would be unable to go back, so he delayed bringing the incense.

Bao Wenjun said that his brother had personally told him about it. At that time, Steamed Bun had indeed rushed back before 12 o'clock and had indeed given him some incense, but due to the lack of time, he had anxiously ordered three incense sticks to burn, which he did not mind. In his panic, he had lit two candles, and then that night, he dreamt of a baby pointing at him and saying, "You don't follow the rules, but Steamed Bun scolded in his dreams and went back to sleep."

After that, he quickly forgot about it. The restaurant's income was still double the daily income, and he thought to himself, it seems like there's nothing to do, since the business is booming and the brand is starting, then he might as well stop. He decided to try it first, and even if it was not possible, he would not need to do it every day.

From that day on, he did not pay his respects again, and in the end, after a few days, something happened in the restaurant. First, he caught a poisoner, and in fact, the poisoner was just a bait designed by the enemy family, taking advantage of the chaos in the kitchen, the real poisoner took the opportunity to drug the rice pot.

However, even though his enemy had been found out, the restaurant had collapsed completely due to the poisoning incident, and because of that, Steamed Bun had lost a lot of money, so all the money he had earned in the past few days had gone down the drain, so he was unwilling, and forced his uncle to think of a way to get Holy Infant out, because the police did not know what the Holy Infant was and treated it as if it was a murder case, so his uncle spent a lot of effort to get it back. On the day he got it, Steamed Bun told me that he wanted to get some money in the shortest amount of time, then went on to do a big job. I didn't disturb him for more than three hours, but after three hours, when I thought he had gone back to bed, I didn't care, and when I got up to go to the toilet and passed the hall in the middle of the night and found him still kneeling there, I thought, never having seen my brother so devout as to kneel all night without getting up, and I called him, but there was no reply, and I called him a few more times, and he was still motionless, and then I realized that something might have happened, I went over and touched him, and he was lying down straight on the floor, and he was cold by then.

Firstly, that day when he went home late, he did not follow the rules and incense, as well as angered the Holy Infant. Furthermore, he had a dream to warn him once, but unexpectedly, this brat scolded him once, and in the end, the Holy Infant gave him a small lesson, which was that he had a conflict with the old name on the side. As a result, Steamed Bun was lucky, thinking that it was fine to not bow down to the Holy Infant, he angered it once again, and let it ruin his fortune.

Bao Wenjun nodded his head, he said his analysis was right, my brother was killed by his own 'greed', when my brother died in front of the Holy Infant, we found a bundle of underworld money in front of him, I asked a lot of people, no one knew where this bundle of underworld money came from, so I thought that this was the 'unexpected fortune' that my brother had asked for, but it could only be spent in the underworld.

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.