Sharpen the knife in the middle of the night and kill in an instant.

The young man seemed calm, but his heart was filled with excitement. However, before he could fully appreciate the taste of pleasure and hatred, a frightened neighing sound suddenly came from his ears.

The skinny donkey on the side finally reacted, flicked his neck, broke free from the young man's restraints with great strength, and ran wildly down the slope with all four hooves.

"not good!"

Qi Jingzhi didn't pay attention and was almost knocked down by this crazy donkey. He had no choice but to let go: "I didn't plan well beforehand. I didn't consider that Chen Er would come riding a donkey, so I left such a big flaw. I'm afraid

I really want to run away to the mountains with my grandpa."

Before he could think about it carefully, a sudden change occurred under the short slope.

I don't know what happened, but the crazy donkey suddenly lost his front hoof while running wildly. He stumbled to the ground and rolled into a thick meadow. He even struggled several times and couldn't stand up again. He had to keep screaming.

Full of screams of panic and sorrow.

Qi Jingzhi was both surprised and a little puzzled.

The low slope at the foot was not far from the dirt road in front of the mountain. The mountain people would never set up traps and pits here, and they had no idea what the crazy donkey tripped over.

He calmed down and used his toes to turn over Chen Er, who was lying on the ground. He saw that the man's face was blue, his eyes were rolled up, and he had no breath.

The young man leaned down and stabbed the corpse twice more, confirming that the man was really dead, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

He held the knife and carefully walked down the short slope. He didn't see any traps or traps along the way.

When he came to the place where the crazy donkey stumbled, Qi Jingzhi squatted down and slowly opened the grass with a sharp knife. His eyes suddenly opened wide.

In the grass, there is a dead bone... a dead bone belonging to a human being.

Qi Jingzhi is no stranger to human bones. As he said when seducing Chen Er, there are many unnamed tombs buried in Xiaosong Mountain in unknown years. Every time there is a heavy rain or even a flash flood, some bones and burial objects will always be buried.

Rush down the mountain.

It's just that the dead bones in this kind of grave are very brittle and will break if touched. Even if the crazy donkey stepped on it, it should have just stepped on it, and it would not have lost its front hoof and fell to the ground.

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What's even more surprising is that this human skeleton is extremely complete. Even though there is no connection between skin, flesh and fascia, the arrangement of the bones is still intact, as if it is still a whole body, and there is no trace of being trampled on.

Qi Jingzhi hesitated for a moment and did not touch this strange skeleton rashly.

He grabbed a handful of grass blades, wiped the sharp knife in his hand clean carefully, put it back into its sheath, then faced the withered bones, respectfully clasped his hands together, and prayed: "Thank you for your help! The soil here is rich and the grass is green, so Qi Jingzhi dared to do it."

If you build a house of hell again, you will never be exposed to the wilderness and humiliated by wild beasts."

After that, he stood up and took another look at the crazy donkey. He saw that the poor guy had broken his neck and struggled in vain for a long time. He had already died.

Qi Jingzhi didn't look at it any longer, walked straight back to the short slope, and pulled out a short-handled shovel from a bush.

Carrying a short shovel, he walked back to the donkey's carcass and dug a hole one by one.

After working for a long time, the boy finally dug a very deep pit.

He first dragged Chen Er's body over and threw it in without hesitation. He also took the trouble to shovel away all the blood-stained grass and soil nearby and filled it into the pit.

Then, the young man used all his strength to push the donkey corpse on the side into the pit, pressing it on Chen Er, and finally covered the corpses of one man and one donkey with a layer of floating soil.

By now, the pit has become mostly shallow.

Qi Jingzhi glanced into the pit, raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and slowly exhaled a breath.

He threw down the shovel, came to the strange bones again, and solemnly picked up the most conspicuous skull with both hands.

It feels heavy and cold in my hand.

After spending a lot of time, the young man placed the entire corpse neatly into the pit one by one, filled it with soil, trampled it down, covered it with fresh turf shoveled from the roots and soil, and finally spread the excess soil.

When doing this, Qi Jingzhi was attentive and meticulous from beginning to end.

He had actually killed people and buried the bodies in a hurry today, and the location he chose was not secluded enough. Naturally, he didn't expect to never be discovered. After all, it might only take a heavy rain, and the dead Chen Er would be exposed to others.

However, even though there were huge risks involved, Qi Jingzhi never regretted it at all.

It’s not that the Qi family’s grandfather and grandson cannot bear to be bullied. People in the mountains are not that delicate, but there is one problem. If anyone wants to ruin the lives of the grandfather and grandson, Qi Jingzhi doesn’t mind giving him a ride first.

That's all.

The young man stepped on the soft grass under his feet and murmured: "Today something happened suddenly, so that the tomb is simple and the sacrifices are sparse. Please don't be surprised."

After praying, Qi Jingzhi turned around and left without any regrets.

He followed the opposite path from the morning, down a short slope with lush vegetation, over the old trees at the mountain pass, through the winding roads in the village, and returned to the small courtyard halfway up the mountain.

As soon as he entered the courtyard gate, he saw old man Qi holding a large bowl of snow-white noodles, sitting on a stone bench and snoring and eating deliciously.

For the poor mountain people in Shanqian Village, flour is a rare luxury. Even the Qi family's grandfather and grandson, who are highly skilled in hunting, are reluctant to eat it on weekdays.

Qi Jingzhi went to the city yesterday and sold all the game he had hunted in the past few days. Then he gritted his teeth and bought some, and brought them back to give old man Qi a bite as a sacrifice when he was recovering from his injuries.

The young man took a glance and saw that in addition to the noodles, his grandpa's bowl also contained a few slices of bacon, sprinkled with green scallions, and the corners of his mouth turned up involuntarily.

Old man Qi looked up at his grandson, his gaze passing through those calm eyes, lingering on the young man's muddy right hand for a long time.

In the end, he didn't ask anything and just said in a low voice: "There is a bowl left for you on the stove... It's a sin to come back so late and waste a good thing!"

The smile on Qi Jingzhi's lips spread uncontrollably, he responded briskly and walked quickly into the kitchen.

He washed his hands indiscriminately, picked up the bowl of noodles and started eating. When he finished eating the noodles with chopsticks, he realized that he was very hungry, and it was like a fire was burning in his stomach.

The young man immediately felt like a starving ghost reincarnated. Xilihulu swallowed a large bowl of noodles and several large pieces of bacon buried under the noodles. Finally, he raised his head and drank the whole bowl.

He smacked his lips, put the noodle bowl on the stove with satisfaction, walked quickly back to the yard, and said to Old Man Qi: "Master, I'll take a nap first, and I'll wash the pots and dishes when I wake up."

Having said that, the young man did not wait for Old Man Qi to respond and jumped into his own West Room as quickly as possible.

In just a few breaths, thunderous snoring sounded in the room.

Seeing that his grandson, who was still worried and angry last night, could go home for dinner with all his hair and tail, Old Man Qi was already half relieved.

He put the noodle bowl on the stone table in front of him and listened for a while. A smile finally appeared on his face, and the other half of his heart fell back into his stomach.

Qi Jingzhi fell into a deep sleep.

When he opened his eyes again, the moon was shining brightly again and the sky was filled with stars.

The moonlight was like water, flowing in through the open window, reflecting the frosty white inside the house.

The young man had not yet fully woken up. He stared blankly at the roof, vaguely remembering that he had had a long and tiring dream, but he could not remember anything at the moment.

"My benefactor is awake?"

A young man's voice suddenly sounded in the room. The volume was not loud, but it was clear enough.
Chapter completed!