Huang Luoling not only ate by herself, she also asked Jiang Banxia to eat together, and the two of them sat in front of the tombstone and ate snacks in small bites.

There was a little dust on the dim sum that had been left for three or four days, Jiang Banxia carefully peeled off the dim sum skin little by little, and she said to Li Jisi's tombstone while eating: "Master Li, you didn't do anything good when you were alive, and you will definitely go to the eighteenth layer of hell after you die."

He Qiaoyi: "......"

In the middle of the night, on the grave mountain in the wilderness, digging other people's graves and nagging others, how boring it is.

Jiang Banxia held his chin and thought for a long time: "Don't blame us, we are here to avenge your grievances today."

Saying that, Jiang Banxia added in disgust: "You stink, we don't want to dig your grave, understand each other."

According to Huang Luoling, according to the rules set by the ancestors, tomb robbers must explain the reasons for robbing the tomb to the tomb owner when robbing the tomb, so that the tomb owner will forgive the tomb robbers if they are soft-hearted.

Most tomb robbers will talk about what they say, they are old and young, they are desperate and forced to go to Liangshan, their wives are cuckolds, and they cut off their children and grandchildren, and the more miserable they say, the better.

After hearing this, Jiang Banxia felt that it made sense, so there was the scene just now.

Huang Luoling looked at Jiang Banxia with a complicated expression, if Master Li knew about it, he should be able to cheat the corpse directly after listening to Jiang Banxia...

"So boss, you're an afterthought!" He Qiaoyi said speechlessly: "The graves have been dug for others, and you only then remembered to say hello, what is the difference between this and bandits robbing their daughters-in-law."

"Of course there is a difference." Jiang Banxia said: "I didn't rob his wife."

He Qiaoyi: "......"

Jiang Banxia patted the crumbs on her hands, she took the shovel on the side and squatted on the side of the coffin again, did the coffin that had been lifted emit a foul smell with the wind, this smell was the same as that of rotten fish and rotten shrimp.

"Offended." Jiang Banxia muttered, and she pulled out the knife at her waist and aimed it at the corpse.

He Qiaoyi was stunned, and he hurriedly stopped: "Boss, what is the grudge between you and Master Li?" If you come up, you will have to break the corpse! ”

This is no longer something that ordinary enemies can do! The boss is too frustrated, isn't he?

"What shredded corpses?" Jiang Banxia looked at He Qiaoyi with an inexplicable expression.

"That's... So what are you pulling out your sword for? He Qiaoyi stammered, he was afraid that Jiang Banxia would take a knife and break the corpse.

Seeing his appearance of being ready for battle, Jiang Banxia felt a little funny, so he said slowly: "Of course I took the knife because-I don't want to touch it with my hands."

"People have rotted into a puddle, and it is disgusting to touch with your hands." Jiang Banxia pointed at the lump in the coffin with the tip of her knife, and she motioned to He Qiao to look at it by herself.

When the coffin was opened just now, He Qiao Yiguang smelled it but didn't see the true face of Rushan in the coffin, and now when he heard Jiang Banxia say this, he subconsciously glanced at the coffin.

It was a mess inside, and the fat old man Li was like a big steamed bun after his death, squeezed into the coffin, and there was a possibility of bursting at any time.

Jiang Banxia raised her eyebrows, she held the knife with one hand, the knife was like an embroidery needle in her hand, and when she picked it hard, the shroud on Li Jisi's body was cut open with a knife.

Her knife skills were very accurate, and she only cut through her clothes, and she didn't hurt Li Jisi's body at all.

Jiang Banxia stared at Li Jisi's rotten body carefully, and finally his eyes fell on his neck, where there was a sword wound, and the position of the sword wound was very conspicuous, just on the side of his neck.

So, she took out the handkerchief in her sleeve and wrapped it in her hand, slowly touched Li Jisi's neck, and touched it for a long time according to the old man's method of teaching her to identify sword wounds.

He Qiao Yiqiang held his breath and forcibly endured his nausea and said, "Boss, have you found something?"

"Master Li really killed him." Jiang Banxia pointed to the sword wound on Li Jisi's neck and said: "A sword can cut to this depth, the killer's arm strength is absolutely extraordinary, this wound can show that the person who killed Li Jisi is a master."

Jiang Banxia withdrew her hand, and she shook off the filthy handkerchief in her hand in disgust.

The handkerchief happened to fall at He Qiaoyi's feet like an eye, and it was stained with black-brown flocculent things, and he was not calm when he looked at it.

Jiang Banxia glanced at it lightly, and said indifferently: "The weather is too hot, and the damage is a little bad, and I accidentally stuck the skin."

"Gross." He Qiaoyi's face immediately turned blue and white, and he vomited again.

His mood became extremely complicated.

Jiang Banxia's expression was indifferent, she and Huang Luoling closed the coffin lid again, Li Jisi was killed by him, and combined with the performance of Hu Yeshi and Liu Fenghui in the public court at that time.

It is not difficult to figure out who killed Li Jisi.

But why did they kill an official who had already done so? Jiang Banxia was puzzled.

When she thinks about problems, she always lists them and gives reasons one by one, so what will kill an official of Zhishi for?

In terms of power, Li Jisi has become a leader, and he does not have a conflict of interest with Hu Yeshi; Nominally, Li Jisi's reputation has always been very stinky in Hezhou City, and there is no need to compete with him for fame; Finally, in terms of money, Hu Yeshi may not care about the money of the tea and horses.

Jiang Banxia fell silent.

"Boss, is the soil still backfilled?" He Qiao leaned and shouted Jiang Banxia.

Jiang Banxia came back to his senses and said, "Of course backfill."

Now that it has been determined that Li Jisi's death was killed by him, then he must have violated the interests of some people, this is absolute, as for what the interests are, Jiang Banxia has not come up with it yet.

Everything has a cause and effect, unless it is a madman, no one will kill people for no reason, she has other thoughts in her heart.

Xie Fei couldn't stand the smell of corpses, he walked a hundred meters first and stopped, but he could still smell a little bit of the wind, so he walked another distance before the smell dissipated.

The tomb mountain, which was originally quiet, is even quieter now that he is the only one left, Xie Fei was suddenly a little scared, he ran so far, what if he encountered something unclean?

But he didn't really want to go back, and when he went back at this time, the little cousin might be opening the coffin.

Under the miserable white moonlight, Xie Fei on the halfway waist of the tomb mountain turned around in place again and again.

"Damn, he didn't faint, and Lao Tzu was dizzy." The mustache scolded in a low voice: "Just go up and cut people down!"

The person next to the mustache immediately stopped him: "The red horse head asked us to kill two people, and now there is only one here, in case we kill this one and alarm the other, it will definitely be difficult to start later."

Several of their brothers have followed Xie Fei and Lu Xun for four or five days in a row, these two people are slippery, and they shrink in a place full of fans every day, so that they can't start, and today they finally encountered such a good opportunity, and they must not give up.

The mustache weighed the pros and cons and then took the sound, and they didn't dare to mess up what the red horse head ordered, so they could only squat patiently behind the tree and wait.

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