There were many stones of different sizes in the mountains and forests, and Han Ping and a few younger brothers were sitting in them to sell and rest. Of course, they were also very curious, and from time to time they stretched their necks to look at Song Yiran, but unfortunately they couldn't see anything, they could only see Lei Qianjun's tall figure blocking there, like a door god.

"Brother Ping, you said that Miss Song really dared to pick up the corpse!?"

"That's not nonsense!" Before Han Ping could reply, another junior brother took over the conversation, "Look at that one, does she look like a mortal? At the beginning, she kicked Brother Fan was not light, and when she went back at night, Brother Ping's chest was so big and blue, and it hasn't disappeared until now!"

Several people looked at each other, and they all remembered what had happened a few days ago. The man who is neat and ruthless and does not lose is not as weak as he seems on the surface.

"Okay, let's say a few words!" Han Ping was inexplicably irritable and uncomfortable.

"Brother Ping, what's wrong with you?" Wasn't it okay just now? Could it be because I felt that I had been kicked by a woman, so I felt that I couldn't get over my face?

At this moment, Fan Xingyang, who had not spoken, said: "What do you know, my cousin is not worried about my aunt yet! ”

yes, it's tomorrow!

"What should I do?" Qin Xiaohu asked, he was still a child, and he didn't know much about anything. Sixteen years old, if you push forward ten years, you can be said to be a daughter-in-law at this age.

"What should I do?" Han Ping exhaled a breath of turbidity, and then he felt more comfortable, "What can I do?" Now he is counting on those two gods, as long as they can help him rescue the old lady, even if they want to be cattle and horses, he will admit it.

At the same time, Song Yiran had already picked up all the bones of Old Man Song. She breathed a sigh of relief, but her eyes kept searching the grave.

Old Man Song did not have any scars on his bones, his skull was intact, and there were no scars on his sternum and tibia. The symptoms of ossification are obvious, and the preliminary judgment should be to rule out the possibility of violent homicide. From the color analysis of the bones, the possibility of ~~ poison is also basically ruled out.

In fact, Song Yiran knew the cause of Old Man Song's death, and the possibility of him killing him was very small. In the memory of the original owner, Old Man Song's body was getting weaker and weaker day by day, and he had been ill for a long time. But Song Yiran knew that he was malnourished, improper recuperation, a minor illness became a major illness, and he ran out of oil and died, to put it bluntly, all organs failed.

Moreover, at that time, everyone watched Old Man Song be buried, and Zhao Xiaodong was also there, if he was really killed, Zhao Xiaodong would not hide this situation.

She can't trust others, but she can trust Zhao Xiaodong.

And then......

What do those people want Old Man Song's bones to do?

Song Yiran's gaze swept over Old Man Song's corpse a few times, well, everything is normal!

Could it be that there was something on him at that time??

Song Yiran squatted in the grave and carefully pulled it up.

She didn't let go of any small pebble, and even every time she touched the lump, she had to pinch it in case she missed something inside.

Nothing came of it.

It seems that there is something wrong with her train of thought.

Song Yiran jumped out of the grave, opened the coffin, and put the bones of Old Man Song into it piece by piece. The white bed sheet was raised and covered directly over the corpse. She threw her gloves and tools into the space to make sure they wouldn't be discovered.

Just as she was about to close the lid of the coffin, someone took her hand and helped her to close the coffin board.

There is no need to look back, she also knows that this person is Lei Qianjun.

"Isn't it stupid, why don't you call me. ”

"I have a lot of strength!"

The coffin that was buried was to be nailed, but they were going to send Old Man Song to be cremated, so this step could be omitted.

As soon as Han Ping finished reading the matter, he hurriedly beckoned the younger brothers to come over.

A few people helped, and in a short time the original grave was filled.

Song Yiran didn't forget to help the old horse head erect a monument and repair the tomb, thinking that he would leave this matter to Han Ping, if he wanted to.

The coffin and the log were tied together again, and several young men carried the coffin down the hill.

Song Yiran raised the paper money while walking, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, I was afraid that the old man Song would be in this world, and in the end, there would only be this kind of adobe left.

As the saying goes, it's easy to go up the mountain and difficult to go down, and it's even more difficult to carry the coffin down the mountain. But fortunately, although the process was full of twists and turns, the result was still very smooth.

The coffin was carried smoothly to the small courtyard of the old horse's house.

"This yard was built by Aunt Zhao for my safety!" Song Yiran knelt in front of the coffin, threw paper money into the brazier, and said to himself: "Take my grandfather back to Haishi, I'm afraid I won't have a chance to come back!"

Lei Qianjun has been with her, he can feel that Song Yiran's mood is complicated, at this time, Song Yiran in his eyes, is not the little girl who is not worried about everything and has a cheerful heart, but an ordinary person who is very heavy and worried about the future. After Old Man Song returned to Haishi, her heart should be empty, and she should have no worries.

"Ranran, you still have me!"

Song Yiran smiled reluctantly, she was really not in a good mood, and she didn't say anything.

It didn't take long for the funeral home's car to arrive.

Without Song Yiran and Lei Qianjun's orders, Han Ping and the others carried Old Man Song's coffin to the car.

"You go back to town and wait for news, won't they arrive tomorrow, it won't be too early. I'm done with this, I'll go to you, rest assured. ”

Han Ping nodded apprehensively, "Okay!"

Lei Qianjun and Song Yiran drove behind the hearse of the funeral home and slowly drove towards the funeral home.

This is the last journey in Mr. Song's life, although the car drives slowly, but the road always has an end, just like life.

The entire coffin was pushed into the furnace.

Song Yiran didn't want to cry, but she felt very cold, and in the process of waiting for Old Man Song's ashes, she kept holding her arms, and her body trembled slightly, as if she was a little scared.

Lei Qianjun was very distressed, and he didn't care what others thought of him, so he hurriedly hugged Song Yiran in his arms. Her fingertips were particularly cold, and her eyes were also cold, but Lei Qianjun felt that she had extremely firm faith and courage surging up in her.

"Yes, don't be afraid! I'm here, I've always been there. ”

Song Yiran nodded, but this chill came out of her heart, and she couldn't control it.

Eventually, the machine stopped.

Song Yiren raised his eyes and knew that she couldn't do anything.

All she could do was wait.

Finally, Song Yiran saw someone holding a black box and walking towards her step by step!

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