As Wang Le drove closer and closer to Fushan, where his mother Wang Xiaodie was buried, his mind became more and more apprehensive.

Because he had to think of the white-haired old farmer he met when he went down the mountain to worship at his mother's grave the day before he left Feicheng.

The reason was because the old man's things were stolen, and the thieves ran to Fushan to worship their daughter's Jiyangzi.

Of course, these are just the words of the white-haired old man, without the slightest substantive evidence, but Wang Le has long believed it in his heart, and he did not suspect that the other party was telling a lie at all.

In the final analysis, it was because the old man had no causal involvement with him Wang Le, so there was no need to panic.

"What kind of treasure did Grandpa steal?"

"Alas, when the matter was over, I went away with my clothes and ran away, causing my grandson to suffer after him. ”

While driving the car on the cement road to Fushan in the countryside, Wang Le recalled the tragic encounter he had encountered the old man last time and then fled in the wilderness, and he couldn't help but murmur in his heart.

Thinking of this, Wang Le's brows also furrowed slightly, because today for his mother's grave, as a son, he must be present.

So the trouble that ensues is, what if the old man changes?

The hill of Fushan is going to be leveled and developed, and the old man lives here, of course, he will know about it, and then he will think a little deeper, and he will also know that the tomb of Fushan will be moved.

When Wang Le and Jiyang came to worship Wang Xiaodie, the old man knew about it, otherwise, Wang Le would not have been stopped by him and forced to ask about Jiyangzi's whereabouts.

Wang Le's martial arts cultivation at that time was also innate, and he could only flee in the face of this old man, but now his combat power has increased greatly, but he still beats the drum in his heart.

Because Grandpa Jiyang's cultivation is an existence of the martial arts level, he still became a thief, instead of fighting the old man head-on, and snatched things from the other party's hands, which can be seen.

Therefore, it is not surprising that Wang Le, who has always been cautious, is vigilant in his heart.

Just when Wang Le's mind was not belonging, he galloped all the way, and when it was almost nine o'clock in the morning, the two cars finally came to the foot of Fushan.

Along the way, Lu Yousan, who was sitting in the fat man's burgundy BMW X6, had already contacted nearby residents through his mobile phone, so when he arrived, these local farmers were already waiting at the foot of the mountain with tools.

After getting off the bus, everyone didn't say much to introduce them, Wang Le stuffed each of the seven local farmers in their fifties with two packs of Jiuwu Supreme cigarettes, and then took the tools and went up the mountain together.

"I hope everything goes well today, that old guy doesn't come out halfway. ”

When going up the mountain, Wang Le, who was walking in the front, looked around with his eyes flashing, and deep down in his heart he was silently praying at the same time.

Of course, the worst plan, when Wang Le drove here, he was mentally prepared for a long time, and he couldn't say that he had to fight hard with the other party.

As for the victory or defeat, Wang Dashao didn't think much about it, even if he lost, there was no problem in escaping.

So when eating at the roadside stall in the morning, Wang Le also took a preventive shot with the fat man in advance, that is, don't move in any situation today, just pretend not to know, don't get too close.

Although the fat man was so confused about this, isn't it just to move a grave, how to make it the same as dying or living, he still agreed without hesitation, and was very conscious and didn't ask much.

Because in the eyes of the fat man, his sworn friend has always been targeted, and he will not talk nonsense for no reason.

In this way, a dozen or so people, led by Wang Le, spent twenty minutes to reach Wang Xiaodie's grave.

At this time, the sun is three poles, the sun is also very strong, plus this way from the foot of the mountain to climb up is a strenuous exercise, Wang Le and the seven local old farmers are okay, their own physical strength is enough to cope, but the fat man and Lu Yousan are not good, sweating profusely, halfway up the mountain, they have already taken off their coats and ripped off their collars.

Especially as soon as Lu Yousan climbed up, he bent over and vomited in a dark light, obviously a master who had hollowed out his body by wine.

Seeing this, Wang Le had no choice but to let the fat man and Lu Yousan find a place to rest and recover their strength, and as for the next thing, he led the seven old farmers to start working.

According to the local custom of Lefang, the coffin inside should be taken out by opening the grave before the sun rises, but the fat man is too young to think about it so much, as for Wang Le, although he gradually began to believe in these things, he didn't realize this aspect, so he didn't run over until mid-morning.

As for those old peasants, of course they don't know how to eat and have nothing to do, reminding these very taboo things, more things are better than less, they just need to work and get paid to do it.

However, the old peasants also had a bit of a conscience, prepared black gauze tents in advance, and skillfully nailed four long wooden sticks to the ground around Wang Xiaodie's grave, and then tied the gauze tents to make a shade to prevent the sun from entering the tomb.

Quickly making these preparations, Wang Le took the cigarette in his mouth and lit long firecrackers and fireworks.

"Ping Pong—"

"Bang bang bang-"

......

When all the firecrackers and fireworks were blown off, the seven old peasants each took their tools and began to dig up the graves very skillfully.

Wang Lejie began to symbolically dig with a shovel, and then stood under the sun with his hands behind his back, without the slightest emotion on his face, and watched silently without waves.

There is a lot of strength in numbers, not to mention that these seven old farmers are all good at work, so as time passes, Wang Xiaodie's grave is gradually dug up, revealing the coffin board in the corner.

Just when the relieved fat man walked up to Wang Le with a bottle of mineral water and handed it to the other party, he saw the old farmers in front of him showing strange expressions and muttering in disbelief.

"Hey, look at the exposed coffin board, why is it like new?"

"I see that the tombstones outside here have been beaten by the wind and rain for more than 20 years, and the coffins buried in the soil are almost rotten, right?!"

"Recently, I have also opened a lot of graves, and now I have really encountered strange things, which is a little unlucky!"

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Wang Le and the fat man saw that the work of these old peasants had slowed down, and they talked in a low voice, obviously absent-minded, and they couldn't help but have a strange feeling in their hearts.

Especially Wang Le, because his biological mother was buried underneath, he inexplicably felt that his spine began to go numb.