Chapter 71: Digging the Grave and Retrieving the Bones

Today's Huang Chen is no longer as handsome as he used to be. His face is so full of fat that he can't even see his eyes when he smiles. He wears suits and leather shoes, and is covered in famous overseas brand accessories. Although he has a nice smile now,

But there was a deep look of anger between his eyebrows.

After thinking about it, Yin Hui understood what was going on. Huang Chen didn't know him and thought that Old Zhaotou told outsiders about Zhang Xiuting, so he didn't look good.

I often see this guy who is "doing his best" on TV. When being interviewed, he holds a pen and a stack of documents in his hand, followed by several followers, looking like a willing coward. Even though he didn't notice

, Occasionally, I even take down the pen.

Although the other party is the mayor of a city, Yin Hui is not afraid of standing here alone now. Without his minions, he has become a toothless tiger.

What Yin Hui hates most in his life is not villains, but hypocrites. What's more, such a heartless person with blood on his hands? At that moment, he let out a cold snort from his nose: "It turns out to be Mayor Huang, whom I have admired for a long time.

, since you dare to do it, then you must dare to take it. Do you think that your method can hide the truth and confuse black and white. But you don’t know that the cycle of nature can be omitted and not omitted? "

"Yin Hui!" After all, the other party's identity was something he couldn't offend. Old Zhaotou pretended to scold him, put on a smile, and hugged Huang Chen: "My apprentice, the young man is ignorant and has offended me."

"Everything is my fault, no blame or no blame!" Huang Chen waved his hands, as if he felt regretful, and did not delve into anything. He just passed between the two people, walked to the low tombstone, and knocked heavily

He raised his head and said, "Xiu Ting, what else do you want? My wife is dead, my son is also dead, and the whole family is broken. Aren't you satisfied? Do you still want innocent lives to be buried with you?"

"

"Dong dong..."

"Boom..." Huang Chen bumped his head against the tombstone without hesitation. The marble-carved conjoined cemetery, surrounded by overgrown weeds, made it all look particularly hideous and desolate. Beside the tombstone, a white jade Guanyin looked at it quietly.

In a monotonous world, his face is sad. He seems to be sighing for his helplessness, or just to watch indifferently. Guanyin's facial features are beautifully carved, round and white, but what is surprising is that, from a distance, they look the same.

The black and white photo of Zhang Xiuting is exactly the same.

"It's not too late to mend the situation. Get up, there may be a way to save it!" Lao Zhao turned his head and said. For some reason, he was particularly allergic to Guanyin. In fact, he knew very well that the Bodhisattva in front of him was

, is no longer the Guanyin Master who saved Cihang, but a humanoid stone doll captured by Zhang Xiuting's evil spirit.

I have to say that Zhang Xiuting on the tombstone is indeed very beautiful. Once you take a look at it, you won’t want to move away. Even Yin Hui is a little moved. Although the laser photo is monotonous in black and white, her eyes and smile are full of vitality.

, as if standing in front of you. A bright red mouth is printed on the standard oval face, the long hair is shawl, and the white cheeks reveal incomparable purity, and a touch of sadness.

"Well, okay." Huang Chen got up as if he was being pardoned: "Then Senior Zhao, what are you going to do?"

After all, when people were in panic and the situation was precarious, it was Zhao Deshui who tossed everyone back and forth to free everyone from the nightmare. Therefore, whether it was true or false, Huang Chen saved three points of face in every word and deed he said to Zhao Deshui.

It’s also staggering.

Old Zhaotou sighed, looked at Yin Hui who was a bit puzzled, put his hands behind his back, and explained euphemistically: "Humph, boy, you don't know yet, do you? Zhang Xiuting is also considered powerful. Over the years, she has been harmed one after another.

Mayor Huang's wife and children, as well as dozens of lives in the funeral home. After careful consideration, this debt can be regarded as double repayment, but... alas!" At this point, he couldn't help shaking his head: "She is still

He refuses to give up! It seems he wants everyone to be buried with him!"

Hearing that Huang Chen had suffered such retribution, Yin Hui felt secretly happy.

Turning around the steps, Lao Zhaotou took out two rusty old-fashioned shovels from the weeds.

"Yin Hui, here." Old Zhao lit a cigarette, held a spade in one hand, and handed the other to his apprentice with the other.

"Master, what are you doing?" Yin Hui weighed the shovel in his hand in surprise, wondering what he meant.

"If I hadn't been forced by the situation, I wouldn't have made a living by digging people's graves. Well, work harder, and before the yang energy at noon dissipates, we can quickly smash this grave open with the old man and win them.

The ashes of mother and daughter may still threaten Zhang Xiuting." After speaking, Lao Zhaotou spit out the cigarette in his mouth, crushed the fire with his leather shoes, spit in his hands, and smashed it down without hesitation.

shovel.

The solidity of this marble made Zhao Deshui miscalculate. When he swung the big shovel, not only could he not break open a crack, but he was so shocked that even the shovel head broke off a piece of iron.

Yin Hui was only worried about Tang Yan, so she didn't care about anything at the moment. Seeing that Lao Zhaotou couldn't handle it alone, she started work.

The flames were high as everyone picked up the materials. After a while, the stubborn marble was finally slapped at both ends, revealing the urn inside.

Ten years of ups and downs have not made any changes to this urn, not even a little bit of dust. Yin Hui wanted to reach out to get it, but was blocked by Lao Zhaotou.

"Wait a moment..." Lao Zhaotou waved his hand, then took out a bottle of Erguotou from his pocket, rinsed his mouth, and spit it out. Then he took another mouthful and sprayed it on the palm of his left hand with a splash, and the index and middle fingers of his right hand were together.

Together, he made a pen shape, and with the smell of alcohol, he wrote "door-sealing talisman" on the palm of his left hand, then leaned down and pressed it on the tombstone. After completing this series of actions, he felt that it was not enough, so he was cruel,

He bit his finger and touched a drop of blood from his fingertip to the center of Zhang Xiuting's photo. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and signaled to Yin Hui to go get it.

Following the instructions of Old Zhaotou, Yin Hui not only took out the heavy small box, but also pried open the seal in front of the two people. Suddenly, a rotten smell hit his nostrils and made his mouth tremble.

smoke.

When the strange smell in the urn was almost gone, everyone began to take a closer look at the contents inside.

Although Huang Chen had cremated Zhang Xiuting at that time, the baby in her belly could not be burned thoroughly for some unknown reason. When the cremator took it out from the furnace with a hook, half of it was still curled up in a ball.

The skeletons were gray and black, which frightened everyone present.

The green box is full of granular ashes, with a small piece of condensation remaining inside. If you look carefully, you will find that many parts of the skeleton have not yet developed, but this unlucky child was killed alive before his feet hit the ground.

Together with his mother, they were burned to rubble.

Huang Chen knelt down with a plop, looked at the half-skeleton, and choked up. This was his own flesh and blood after all! If he had promised Zhang Xiuting to give birth to this little guy, he would at least be in elementary school by now.

Right? Maybe he will jump up and down and call himself daddy.
Chapter completed!