"..."
Some villagers, unaware of my background, looked astonished upon hearing this.
Their eyes widened, staring at me in disbelief.
Because I appeared too young...
Having experienced so much, I was no longer easily flustered by such matters.
Moreover, my uncle and aunt were not on good terms with my family.
So, I didn't feel much emotional fluctuation.
I simply nodded to my uncle:
"Uncle, since you suspect aunt was harmed by something sinister, let's open her coffin!
I want to examine aunt's remains to confirm if she was indeed harmed by something evil.
If so, I will surely seek justice for aunt."
I said with conviction.
With my current cultivation, ordinary malevolent spirits and demons were nothing to me.
Not to mention, I had the twelve demonic souls protecting me.
Upon hearing this, my uncle immediately nodded:
"Good, good, good! Let's open the coffin now. Qin Bo, Qin Da, quickly open your mother's coffin."
Qin Bo and Qin Da were my uncle's two sons, twins, both now eighteen years old.
Hearing that they were to open their mother's coffin,
Qin Bo immediately disagreed:
"Dad, what coffin are you talking about? What era is this, still believing in evil spirits?"
"Exactly! Those things are unscientific. Mom is already gone, let her rest in peace.
Why open the coffin for your backward thinking?"
After speaking, Qin Da then said to me:
"Brother Ze, we don't care about your life outside. You're back in the village today, so don't cause a scene at mom's wake, and don't use those唬人的 methods to scare us."
The two had been studying outside and might have heard about me dealing with the yellow weasels in the village.
But they hadn't seen me in action, so naturally, they didn't believe.
They just thought what I knew were mere street tricks, deceptive practices used to fool people.
Now, with a casual word, they wanted to open their mother's coffin.
As their sons, they naturally wouldn't agree.
Before I could even say anything,
My uncle raised his hand and slapped Qin Da across the face with a "pa" sound:
"You little brat, you think you're something, don't you? How dare you speak to your Brother Ze like that? Your Brother Ze is a man of real skill, you think he's like those street swindlers?"
As he spoke, other villagers also nodded in agreement.
My fourth aunt, standing nearby, also came over:
"What do little kids know?
Remember your Sixth Uncle Shaizi? Little Ze saved him, you think I'm telling you tales?"
My fifth uncle also stepped forward:
"Get out of the way, Brother Ze has true abilities."
But Qin Da and Qin Bo remained unconvinced, blocking my path:
"Are you all crazy? What era is this, still talking about evil spirits?"
"Qin Ze, you have no shame. My mom is your aunt, how can you bear to use street tricks to deceive my dad? And cause trouble at my mom's wake? With me here today, you won't open my mom's coffin!"
"That's right, my brother and I are here, we absolutely won't let you casually open our mom's coffin."
"..."
After speaking, the two picked up two stools, ready to smash anyone who approached the coffin.
The surrounding villagers and relatives saw this and started to persuade them:
"Qin Bo, Qin Da, what are you doing?"
"Opening the coffin for examination is for everyone's good!"
"Yes, it's also for your mother's good! If your mother was harmed by something sinister, wouldn't she die with regrets?"
"Put down the stools, we are all family."
"..."
Various voices chimed in, a cacophony of words.
The dozens of relatives gathered in the courtyard had all come over.
Although these two didn't believe in ghosts or spirits, they respected the deceased and their mother.
They wouldn't allow their deceased mother to be casually opened for examination by me, a "street swindler."
I had no mood to explain, and I was too lazy to say another word to these two cousins.
Seeing them holding stools and glaring at me,
I sighed and walked straight towards them.
The two saw that I was not afraid and was still approaching. They both glared and cursed:
"Don't come closer!"
Then, they raised the stools and swung them towards my head.
Startled, the surrounding relatives cried out in alarm and retreated backwards.
But I not only didn't dodge, but I also stepped forward.
Just as the stools were about to hit my head, everyone felt a burst of strong wind suddenly explode in the mourning hall.
Then, with a "hum," Qin Bo and Qin Da, who were holding the stools, were sent flying backwards with two "bangs" and crashed heavily onto the ground.
Moaning, "Aiyoh, aiyoh."
In the middle, I was unharmed and walked directly to the coffin.
I didn't even glance at the two of them.
This scene stunned all the guests. What kind of magic was this?
To be able to send people flying with just a thought?
But I showed no unnecessary expression.
For me, attacking ordinary people was nothing to boast or be proud of.
If it weren't for the family ties, and the fact that this matter could endanger the village, endanger my grandmother,
I wouldn't have bothered getting involved in this mess...
I walked to the coffin and looked at the black wooden coffin before me.
Without any hesitation, I pushed it with my hand.
With a "clang," the coffin lid was easily pushed open by me.
However, the moment I opened the coffin lid, a stench like rotten fish assailed my nostrils, rushing straight towards my face...