Ling Weier looked at Mr. Liu's actions as if he was determined to dig a grave, and the tears in her eyes couldn't help but flow down.
"Brother Zhi, when my father committed suicide in front of you, we buried her with Aunt Ling'er and my mother with our own hands. Have you forgotten?"
"If it's not my father or the others here, who could they be? Don't be stupid, okay?"
Liu Mingzhi held the wooden handle of the shovel tightly, his arms trembling slightly, and his eyes were fixed on the grave in front of him.
"Weier, sometimes it doesn't matter if you don't believe it, your own eyes will deceive you."
"What you see with your own eyes may not be true, Wei'er, please believe me for once, okay? Now that I have made such a decision, it is definitely not without purpose."
"Remember what I said?"
"Perhaps I have been living in a huge conspiracy, but I still don't know what this conspiracy is."
"So I have to figure out what's going on, otherwise my life will not be easy at all."
Su Weier held her phoenix head with pear blossoms in the rain, obviously she still couldn't accept that her sweetheart actually wanted to dig up her father's grave and open the coffin for autopsy.
Qi Yun on the side trembled slightly when she heard Young Master Liu's words. Looking at her husband's frowning expression, her lips pursed a few times, but in the end she did not speak.
"Brother Zhi, don't be stupid. Wei'er and his brother buried Daddy's body in person. How could it be fake? If you say it's not Daddy who's lying inside, you have to have evidence to convince Wei'er."
"It's not that Weier doesn't want to believe you, but watching you dig up your father's grave, you know how deep Weier feels."
"Let him dig, there are some things I also want to confirm."
Ling Weier's words were interrupted by a cold voice. When they heard the voice, several people subconsciously looked to the right.
Ling Yang held the sword in his arms and walked towards the four of them gently. The expression on his face was still cold, like a piece of ten thousand-year-old ice.
Ling Weier looked at the sudden appearance of Ling Yang in surprise, and then let go of Mr. Liu in his arms and walked towards Ling Yang.
"Brother, where have you been during this time?"
Ling Yang looked at Ling Weier, who was looking at him with an excited expression. His cold eyes showed a hint of warmth, which was instantly concealed by Ling Yang.
Raising his hand and gently patting Ling Weier's shoulder, Ling Yang walked towards Young Master Liu with the sword in his arms.
Glancing slightly at the tombstone that fell on the ground, Ling Yang placed his eyes on Ling Daoming's grave and shook his head slightly at Liu Dashao.
"dig!"
Liu Mingzhi gave Ling Yang a grateful look, and then used the shovel in his hand to lift the soil on the tomb.
"Brother, Brother Zhi, are you still crazy? This is dad's grave. Don't you understand that the dead are the most important?"
"This is true for other people's graves, let alone the graves of our own elders. How can you do this to your father and mother who are still in heaven?"
"Do you want them to die without peace?"
Ling Yang turned to look at Ling Weier who had a look of disbelief on her face and shook her head.
"Weier, what my third brother just said is right, sometimes what you see with your eyes may not be true."
"Whether it's daddy lying inside, you'll have to look at it to find out."
"Third brother, keep digging."
Seeing that her brother and her sweetheart were both determined, Ling Weier sighed and looked away. Seeing her father's grave being dug up with her own eyes, one can imagine the feeling in her heart.
In this case, it can only be kept out of sight.
Seeing Ling Weier's helpless acquiescence, Liu Mingzhi's expression was complicated and melancholy.
He hesitated for a moment before continuing to dig.
Every time a piece of soil was removed, Liu Mingzhi would bend down, grab a handful of frozen hard soil, rub it in his hands, and even put it under the tip of his nose to smell it a few times.
Ling Yang on the side did the same. He inserted the sword in his arms into the snow beside him, squatted in front of the grave, grabbed a handful of sealing soil, and felt something carefully.
After a long time, the sealing earth was completely cleaned by Mr. Liu, revealing the somewhat corroded coffin.
Quietly looking at the cleared coffin, Liu Mingzhi and Ling Yang looked at each other and shook their heads slightly.
"Old-fashioned, untouched."
“We see the same thing!”
The two of them focused their attention on the coffin in front of them.
Liu Mingzhi hesitated for a moment, then waved his hand to Qi Yun and Wenren Yunshu.
"Yun'er, Yun Shu, take Wei'er and you take ten steps back to avoid it."
Qi Yun and the two girls nodded hurriedly, pulling the somewhat reluctant Ling Weier away towards the distance.
Both women are masters of Kung Fu, and they are certainly brave people. However, they are still terrified from the bottom of their hearts when it comes to such illusory things as gods and ghosts.
When they saw Mr. Liu digging a grave, the two girls felt a little uncomfortable.
After all, digging people's graves is considered a life-and-death enemy in modern times, let alone in an era of very strict rules in ancient times.
However, Young Master Liu was her husband and sweetheart, so the two girls could only endure the discomfort and wait aside.
However, his eyes had already wandered elsewhere, and he did not dare to look at the exposed coffin. Hearing that his husband asked the three sisters to avoid it, he breathed a sigh of relief.
When Liu Mingzhi saw the three women retreating to a distance, he dropped his shovel and kowtowed to the coffin again.
"Third uncle, two aunts, the children are unfilial and offended."
When Ling Yang saw this, he kowtowed several times to the coffin without saying a word. Obviously, his heart was definitely not as peaceful as it seemed on the surface.
That's true, after all, he is his father's daughter, and there are very few people in the world who are willing to do this.
Liu Mingzhi stood up and took out a handkerchief from his arms to block his mouth and nose, and picked up a shovel with one hand to pry the nails on the coffin.
After drinking tea, the hesitation between Liu Mingzhi's brows was replaced by perseverance. With a slight exertion of the shovel in his hand, the lid of the coffin was lifted up by the shovel.
Immediately, a stinky smell came out, causing the ice-faced Ling Yang on the side to frown involuntarily.
After a long time, the stench gradually dissipated a lot, and Liu Mingzhi slowly looked inside the coffin.
I saw three skeletons lying neatly in the coffin, and the brocade clothes had rotted into pieces.
Under Ling Yang's slightly shocked gaze, Young Master Liu jumped directly into the coffin and squatted in front of the skeleton in the middle to look at it carefully.
The skeleton in the middle is none other than Ling Yang's father, Ling Daoming.
Ling Yang knew this very well that several people had buried them with their own hands.
Liu Mingzhi saluted the skeleton in the middle with a solemn expression: "Uncle, the child is offended."
Liu Mingzhi covered his mouth and nose with one hand, and groped under the rotten brocade clothes with the other hand.
After a moment, Young Master Liu paused, gently raised his hand and took out a jade talisman from under the skeleton, holding it in his hand.
Liu Mingzhi stood up gently, holding the jade talisman and began to look at it. The texture of the jade talisman seemed to be of the highest quality. Even after being buried with him for so long, the brilliance of the jade talisman could not be concealed.
When he saw the words Ling Daoming on the jade talisman, Liu Mingzhi looked a little startled. He glanced at the bones at his feet and handed the jade talisman to Ling Yang above.
"Second brother, take a look!"
Ling Yang hesitated for a moment, then gently took the jade talisman and began to read it.
"It belongs to my father, my second uncle, and my eldest uncle. They all have one. When the three brothers became sworn brothers, my second uncle asked the skilled craftsman Qiansi to carve it."