At this time, Li Zhengyang Huazhong 'discovered' the incident and quickly led the villagers to the scene.

After a lot of tossing, the last spark was extinguished, and everyone pulled out a body that had been burned to charcoal from the west room. However, no one was found in the east room where Old Yangtou rested, nor in the room where Yu Xingkui and Yang Yongxian rested.

At this time, Yu Xingkui pushed Lao Yangtou over. Seeing that his house was burned to such a horrible state, Lao Yangtou was so shocked that he almost fell off his wheelchair.

"What's going on? I just went out for one night, why did it burn like this?"

"Yongxian? Where is my eldest grandson? Please save Yongxian..."

Lao Yang slapped the wheelchair hard and shouted, so anxious that tears came out. He wanted to rush forward several times, but Yu Xingkui stopped him.

"Old Uncle Yang, don't be like this, it's dangerous..."

"Don't stop me, I want to save my grandson..."

"Yongxian, Yongxian..."

At this time, brothers Yang Huazhong and Yang Huaming came over from the ruins and said to Old Yang with a stern face: "Dad, stop howling. Yongxian is fine. The charred corpse is Master Sanwu."

Old Yangtou breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that the corpse was not that of Yang Yongxian.

"What about Yongxian? Where is Yongxian?" Lao Yangtou grabbed Yang Huazhong's hand and asked.

Yang Huazhong leaned down and whispered a few words into Lao Yangtou's ear. Lao Yangtou immediately stopped chattering and only raised his head, with his mouth wide open, looking at Yang Huazhong in horror.

"You, what are you talking about? No, it's impossible!" The old man shook his head, and the shaking of his head became wider and wider, and finally turned into hitting the armrest of the wheelchair hard.

Yang Huazhong stood up straight and stared at Old Yang's head coldly: "Believe it or not, Yu Xingkui, send the old man to my house!"

Yu Xingkui nodded, hurriedly came over and pushed Old Yangtou out. After walking for a while, Old Yangtou realized what he was doing and screamed: "It's not Yongxian. Yongxian won't set fire. Yongxian, I want to find my Yongxian.

My eldest grandson..."

The sound gradually faded away, and the crowd of people watching heard the old man's words, and everyone was whispering.

"Why did Yang Yongxian set a fire? Who did he want to burn?"

"Isn't it obvious? I sent the old man away beforehand. This is to burn Master Sanwu!"

"But didn't Master Sanwu invite him back by himself? Why would he burn someone else's house?"

"Who knows, maybe there is some inside story that we don't know about..."

"I heard that Sanwu burned so hard that his head was gone, and only a handful of his body was left, like dry firewood. It was so scary."

"Hey, it's another barbecue guy. Why is our village so hard to deal with fire these days? Where is Yang Yongxian who set the fire?"

"I heard he ran away."

"Run away? Are the bridges and roads in our village still repaired? They are only half repaired..."

"Hey, there are already lives lost, who cares about that!"

"..."

Yang Huazhong stayed at the scene and said to everyone: "This fire is a bit strange. There were four people living in the house, but Master Sanwu was the only one who was burned to death. Yang Yongxian is missing. Although he is my nephew, he is also helping us right now."

The person who built the bridge and paved the road in the village, but I can't be selfish, I have to report it to the government. If he set the fire, then it is only right to kill people to pay for their lives. If there is another reason for the fire and it was not set by Yang Yongxian, then we have to ask the government to investigate.

Deal with it and restore Yang Yongxian’s innocence, what do the folks think?”

"Yes, Li Zheng understands justice well, that's how it should be."
Chapter completed!