"Ah......h

The man with the hoe in his hand was dressed as a villager, and he was shocked by the strength of the weekend's fist, and he involuntarily took three steps backwards, and exclaimed at the same time.

"No...... Don't kill me...... Don't kill me......"

The villagers looked panicked, and looked at the weekend like ghosts.

Not only that, but the other seven or eight villagers also threw away the hoes in their hands, their faces were terrified, their legs trembled, and the timid two young men even simply prostrated on the ground, shouting: "Spare your life...... Don't kill me, we...... Spare ......"

Looking at the seven or eight frightened villagers around, and then looking at the lonely grave bag, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief on the weekend, fortunately, he appeared in time enough, otherwise, the grave bag is estimated to be dug up by these villagers.

"Why are you digging my grandfather's grave?"

Although the tomb was not damaged, he was still angry at the weekend, and he swept everyone away with cold eyes and asked coldly.

"We ...... We ......"

The villagers were shocked one by one, and they couldn't speak.

It's no wonder that these people are timid, but it's really that the appearance of the weekend is too weird, as if it appeared out of thin air, and besides, his fists are infinitely powerful, and he is a powerful character that these mountain people have never seen.

"Say!" Seeing that everyone was divided, the weekend was even more annoyed.

At this time, the female bandit Qi Baobao and Zhou's father and mother all caught up.

Seeing the villagers who were almost hit in the face by the fist of the weekend before, Father Zhou frowned slightly, and then asked, "Lao Luo, what are you doing here?" ”

"Huh?"

Listening to Zhou's father's words, the villager "Lao Luo" was slightly stunned, and then reacted: "Are you Lao Zhou?" ”

Saying that, Lao Luo looked at the weekend and asked uncertainly, "Are you Lao Zhou's son Weekend?" ”

Seeing Lao Luo looking at him on the weekend, frowning slightly, at this time, he finally remembered that this Lao Luo was his neighbor in Xiaosang Village, but because he hadn't seen him for more than ten years, he was almost unrecognizable. Because he was angry in his heart, he simply pretended not to know Lao Luo, the "Uncle Luo", on the weekend.

"yes!" Father Zhou nodded slightly, his face was full of anger, obviously, he was also very angry at the behavior of the villagers, paused, he asked Lao Luo, said, "Lao Luo, how can you dig my family's grave?" It's not an authentic thing! ”

"Nope." After listening to Zhou's father's words, Lao Luo hurriedly explained and said, "Old Zhou, have you misunderstood?" ”

"Misunderstanding?" Father Zhou was slightly angry and said, "You all carried the hoe to the grave and still misunderstood?" ”

"Alas...... That's it? After listening to Father Zhou's words, everyone was dumbfounded, especially Lao Luo, who hurriedly explained, "Old Zhou, you really misunderstood, we are not here to dig your grave, but to dig herbs!" ”

As he spoke, Lao Luo also took out a bunch of plant rhizomes from a burlap pocket on the ground and showed them to the weekend and others.

"Yes, yes!" Everyone also hurriedly said, "Lao Zhou, how can our villagers dare to dig up such a lack of morality?" We're digging herbs to sell on the streets! ”

"Huh?" After listening to the words of Lao Luo and others, I noticed that although there were traces of excavation around the grave bag, the only grave bag was not damaged.

The name of Xiaosang Village is that every late autumn and early winter will go to the mountains to dig herbs and sell them on the street, and he has lived in Xiaosang Village for several years on weekends, and he still remembers digging in the mountains with Zhou's father when he was a child.

Before, it was because he couldn't see it clearly from a distance, and subconsciously, he was worried that Zhou Mingxue's grave bag would be excavated by the villagers on the weekend, so he would misunderstand Lao Luo's villagers.

"Really?" After being reminded by Lao Luo, Father Zhou also found that everyone was not digging graves but digging herbs, and his face couldn't help but be a little embarrassed.

He quickly took out a pack of cigarettes for three yuan a pack of cigarettes from his pocket with a smile, and then handed them to the villagers present one by one.

It's not that they are stingy on weekends and don't want to give Huang Jinkang to everyone to smoke, but the villagers are simple, and they are satisfied with the "Bai Kang" with a pack of three yuan.

"Uncle Luo, I'm really embarrassed, I'm just too worried that something will happen to my grandfather's grave to misunderstand you." On the weekend, while handing out cigarettes, he explained, "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry!" ”

Of course, although Lao Luo and other villagers were misunderstood on the weekend, these villagers' practices were still quite excessive, how could they dig herbs and dig up next to people's ancestral graves?

Moreover, judging from the hoe excavation process, if it goes any further, the grave bag will really be destroyed.

The reason why Lao Luo and other villagers dig herbs here is probably because they think that the family has moved to Cannes on the weekend, and they will not be found if they dig up herbs and leave.

Otherwise, why was only Zhou Mingxue's grave dug up nearby, while the other graves were fine?

It was precisely because of the luck mentality that after receiving the weekend cigarettes, the villagers felt embarrassed and hurriedly left.

As soon as Lao Luo and the villagers left, the surroundings became quiet.

So, on the weekend, people began to worship Zhou Mingxue's grave bags, burning incense and paper, and the smoke was filled.

That's not all, on the weekend, I picked up a hoe by myself, and repaired all the weeds around the grave bag and the places that were turned over by Lao Luo and other villagers.

Then, Zhou's father and mother bowed deeply in front of the grave, and on the weekend, they knelt down directly in front of the grave.

From the current point of view, the female gangster Qi Baobao is at most a weekend girlfriend, not a weekend woman, naturally, there is no obligation to kneel, but she took the initiative to do so, kneeling side by side with the weekend in front of the grave.

Subsequently, on the weekend, he kowtowed respectfully with Qi Baobao, three in a row.

"Good! All right! Seeing the scene of kowtowing to the grave with Qi Baobao on the weekend, Father Zhou, who rarely speaks on weekdays, couldn't help but sigh with emotion, he looked up at the sky, his eyes were red, "Dad, Uncle Ming, I finally grew up on the weekend!" ”

Immediately, under the insistence of Zhou's mother, the female bandit Qi Baobao got up and stood up, but she was reluctant to stand up no matter what, especially when she heard the "Uncle Underworld" in Zhou's father's mouth.

"Dad, Mom, and Grandpa, Grandpa Zhou, for me, you have suffered!" Weekend stared at the grave bag, as if I saw the bad old man in tattered clothes and carrying a wine gourd everywhere he went.

The grandfather in the weekend's mouth is naturally Li Xuanming, who is also Zhou Mingxue, and Grandpa Zhou is Zhou's father's father, the one who is a brother in life and death with Li Xuanming, and then killed by Li Xuanji.

"Kid, you just came back from the imperial capital, you should know everything, right?" Father Zhou listened to the weekend's words, let out a long sigh, and then stared at the tomb bag in a daze.

"Hmm!" Zhou Zhou nodded heavily, "Fortunately, my sister is here, otherwise you would have been killed by Li Dameng's subordinates a few days ago!" ”

"It's all gone!" Father Zhou smiled faintly, with an expression of not caring about anything.

In fact, when Li Dameng sent the Great Divine Stick to kill Zhou's father and Zhou's mother overnight, Zhou's father and Zhou's mother almost died, and it was thanks to Zhou Xiaomo's timely appearance that he killed the Great Divine Stick.

However, when asked about this weekend, Father Zhou just smiled faintly and didn't mind at all, it was obvious that he didn't want to let the weekend blame himself.

On the side, Zhou's mother also said: "Child, since you already know a qiē, then work harder, be worthy of Uncle Ming, worthy of your murdered parents, parents and grandmother......"

"Mom, Dad, I know!" After listening to Zhou's father and Zhou's mother's words, he clenched his fists the weekend.

At the time of the explosion, he had just been born on the weekend, and he couldn't remember the appearance of his biological father and mother, nor could he remember whether his grandmother had a chance to hug him at that time, and even how Li Xuanming held himself and resisted the power of the bomb with his dark strength and body......

That bloody history, although I came in person on the weekend, but there was not much memory.

"Child, hurry up, the past can't be traced, if Uncle Ming is still there, I don't want you to kneel here, it's easy to catch a cold, and it's not good for your health." Zhou's mother stepped forward and helped the weekend up.

"Child, life still has to go on." Father Zhou also said on the side, "Uncle Ming desperately rescued you from the sea of fire, hoping that you can become a talent, hoping that you can continue the incense of the Li family, since you know what happened back then, then you can't be discouraged, you have to fight hard to take back the glory and glory that once belonged to you!" ”

"Dad, Mom, I will definitely work hard!" Weekend nodded vigorously, "But, you will always be my real parents!" ”

"Good!" Zhou's father and mother looked at each other and smiled, their eyes moistened.

The female bandit Qi Baobao on the side listened to the conversation of the family of three, and her throat was choked, and her eyes were moist.

Then, on the weekend, he moved the boxes of high-height pots in the car to the grave, opened them one by one, and poured them all on the side of the grave.

"Grandpa, you drunk-addicted old man, my grandson used to have no money to buy you wine to drink, and he deducted your wine money to buy toys, but now, I bought you several boxes, you can drink it in one go......"

Several large boxes of two pots were poured on the edge of the grave, so that the air around them was filled with the smell of wine.

After a pause, Zhou's father said to the weekend: "Child, grandpa explained before he died, he said that if you make a fortune one day, he hopes to move his grave to the ancestral hall of the Li family." ”

"That's what I plan!" Weekend nodded vigorously, "Grandpa is the eldest son of the Li family, and he is the rightful heir, just because of Li Xuanji, the adopted son of wolf ambition, he left his hometown, died in a foreign land, and became a lonely ghost!" ”

I had already thought about it on the weekend, and in the past two days, he asked Ah Weiwei, Li Tian and others to move the grave.

After paying tribute to Li Xuanming, the group reluctantly left the tomb on the weekend.

The flaming red Ferrari running on the country road is very eye-catching, attracting countless children to scream at the head of the village......

……

In the evening, another limousine drove into Xiaosang Village.

However, the car is not a fiery red Ferrari, but a silver-white Hummer.

As the name suggests, the Hummer runs down the country road like a wild horse.

Soon, the Humvee stopped at the end of the road, and an old man in a black robe and a cane got out of the car and walked to the grave halfway up the mountain, followed by two men in red suits.

The old man has a pair of black toad sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, it is Li Xuanji!

"Big brother, it's been twenty-two years, it's been twenty-two years, and we're finally meeting above!"

Staring at the grave bag without a tombstone, Li Xuanji's eyes were full of killing intent: "Now, you are lying underground, and I am still alive, is this victory or defeat?" ”

"Nope! I thought I would win, but I didn't expect you to be killed, not only did you not get killed, but you hid in Cannes. ”

"I don't blame you for enjoying happiness in Cannes, I hate you for raising a grandson who is against me!"

When he said this, the dragon head crutch in Li Xuanji's hand suddenly stabbed into the grave bag, and he was deeply in the grave bag: "You must be looking forward to seeing my joke now, right?" But what I'm going to tell you is that I'll slaughter you soon! ”