Yang Xiaobao coughed and said, "Mr. Cao, we would like to offer the old man a stick of incense, is that okay?"
Cao Haitao smiled bitterly and said: "Shang Xiang? Do you think it is still necessary? Besides, it is still unclear how my father died."
From his words, Yang Xiaobao could hear the meaning of blaming himself.
"Mr. Cao, I said something happened yesterday. I will tell you these things in the future. Then you will know the truth of the matter."
After hearing Yang Xiaobao's words, Cao Haitao looked directly at Yang Xiaobao and asked, "Then why don't you tell me now?"
"Now, it's not time yet."
"Why not? What are you worried about?"
Yang Xiaobao opened his mouth, but no words came out.
"Yes, Yang Xiabao, what can't you say?" Cao Tong, who was standing next to him, also said.
Yang Xiaobao looked at Cao Tong and said with a wry smile: "You guys, don't force me. If I have the chance, I will naturally say that now is not the opportunity."
"Okay, I won't force you." Cao Haitao said, "If you want to burn paper for my father, then go ahead and I will take you there."
As he spoke, Cao Haitao sat up from his chair.
"I'll go with you too." Cao Tong said quickly.
"Xiaotong, don't you want to go back to Tiandu City? If it's too late, it will be dark. It's not safe on the highway."
Cao Tong smiled and said, "It's okay, uncle, I'll go back with Yang Xiaobao and the others, and everything will be fine."
"Oh well."
Cao Haitao shouted into the room: "Mom, I'm going to visit my father's grave. You wait for me at home."
There was no response from the house.
Cao Haitao sighed and said to Yang Xiaobao: "My mother is still sad because of what happened to my father."
Yang Xiaobao nodded and said nothing.
A group of five of them walked towards the cemetery in Beichen Village.
"We in Beichen Village have the same surname and are considered a big family. After their deaths, they are all buried in the same cemetery."
Cao Haitao said to Yang Xiaobao on the road.
Yang Xiaobao nodded.
It was already five o'clock when they arrived at the cemetery.
Cao Haitao pointed to a new tomb and said, "Here, this is my father's tomb."
Yang Xiaobao asked Lao Ma to take out the paper money he bought in the town and burn it on Cao Haitao's father's grave.
Then he, Lao Ma and the Rabbit Demon bowed three times to Mr. Cao.
"Okay, I see your thoughts, let's go back."
Cao Haitao's tone was still a little dissatisfied with Yang Xiaobao, but his tone softened a lot.
"What, we want to see the graves of Cao Qianjin and Cao Changsheng again." Lao Ma said quickly.
"I'll take you there." Cao Tong said.
Everyone followed Cao Tong and first went to Cao Changsheng's grave, burned paper and bowed.
Then we went to Cao Qianjin’s tomb.
When they arrived in front of Cao Qianjin's tomb, they were stunned for a moment when they saw Cao Qianjin's grave.
"What, what's going on?"
Cao Tong lost his voice and said.
Cao Haitao also looked shocked, with his eyes wide open and his mouth open.
Because there is a big hole in Cao Qianqian's grave.
Yang Xiaobao and Lao Ma looked at each other.
Both men expressed deep concern.
"Isn't someone robbing the tomb?" Cao Tong asked.
Yang Xiaobao smiled bitterly and said, "Is there anything valuable in Cao Qianjin's coffin?"
Cao Haitao snorted and said, "What valuable things can a rural person have?"
Yang Xiaobao nodded and said, "That's it. If my guess is correct, Cao Qianjin's body is no longer in the grave."
"Xiaobao, what are you talking about? I saw Cao Qianjin being buried in the grave with my own eyes."
Yang Xiaobao shrugged and said, "I want to dig up this grave, is that okay?"
"Yang Xiaobao, do you think it's possible? This is a taboo!" Cao Haitao said coldly.
"Yes, if Cao Qianjin's family knew that we dug his grave behind his back, his family would definitely come after us and fight hard," Cao Tong also said.
Yang Xiaobao said: "Cao Qianjin is not in the grave at all."
"What if you are here?"
"Just bury it back." Yang Xiaobao said casually, "Anyway, only a few of us know."
"Xiaobao, are you serious?" Cao Tong asked.
Yang Xiaobao nodded: "Yes, I am serious. The grave must be dug today."
Cao Tong looked at Cao Haitao.
Cao Haitao frowned and did not express his position for a while.
Finally, he said: "Yang Xiaobao, are you sure that what you did is related to the death incident in our Beichen Village?"
"Yes, it is related." Yang Xiaobao said.
"Then if Cao Qianjin's body is dug up, you will bear the consequences yourself."
"I'll bear it myself."
Seeing that Yang Xiaobao was so confident, Cao Haitao sighed, nodded, and said, "Okay, let's dig."
With Cao Haitao's permission, Yang Xiaobao winked at Lao Ma.
The old horse returned to the village and found two shovels.
He and Yang Xiaobao began to dig Cao Qianjin's grave.
To them, this is just a small job.
In just a few minutes, Cao Qianjin's coffin was placed in front of them.
"There should be nails on it." Cao Haitao frowned and said, "Why did the nails on the coffin lid fall off?"
Yang Xiaobao did not speak, but winked at Lao Ma.
Lao Ma nodded and understood what Yang Xiaobao meant. He stepped forward and opened the coffin lid directly.
After opening the coffin lid, Lao Ma took a look inside the coffin.
"No, nothing." Lao Ma said.
"impossible!"
Cao Haitao walked quickly to the coffin, lowered his head and glanced, and was stunned for a moment.
At this time, Cao Tong also came over to take a look and took a breath of air.
"Here, what's going on?" Cao Tong said, "Why is the body missing?"
Lao Ma smiled and said: "Actually, it's not that he disappeared, but that he was resurrected."
Hearing what Lao Ma said, Cao Tong opened his mouth wide and looked at him in disbelief.
"You, are you telling the truth?"
Yang Xiaobao said calmly: "Actually, it's not a resurrection, it's someone who borrowed the corpse and brought it back to life."
His words surprised Lao Ma.
In Yongfeng Town, he saw Cao Qianjin and thought that Cao Qianjin was resurrected.
Unexpectedly, Yang Xiaobao said that he was resurrecting a dead body.
"Xiaobao, are you telling the truth?" Lao Ma asked.
Yang Xiaobao nodded: "Yes, what I said is true."
"Then, whose soul is hidden in Cao Qianjin's body?"
Yang Xiaobao sighed and said, "If your guess is correct, it should be Shi Ran's soul."
"Really or not?"
"Of course it's true." Yang Xiaobao said, "Cao Qianjin is dead. There is no doubt about it, but I don't know about Shi Ran."
"At that time, we saw you cut Shi Ran's throat with our own eyes."
"Actually, Shi Ran had already let his soul enter Cao Qianjin's body. The one who fought with me was a fake." This chapter has been completed!