When I saw that the white-haired old man actually opened his eyes, I couldn't help but be frightened, and I took a step back in fright, and my body hit those bamboo roots. Surprised: Are you still alive?

The white-haired old man didn't speak, he slowly sat up from the ground, and then hugged his fist at me, as if to thank me.

I reached out my hand and hugged him with a fist.

The white-haired old man slowly stretched out his right hand and pointed to the ground below him with his fingers, and then he slowly closed his eyes.

I settled down and called softly, "Old man?

The white-haired old man didn't move anymore. And his body was rapidly drying up. Soon, his otherwise fat body became skinny and bone-covered. After a few minutes, even the flesh cracked.

I looked up and it was getting dark. At least the sunlight is out of sight. And the people outside have also become a little blurred.

No, this place can't stay long. I quickly got up and hurried outside.

Unexpectedly, when I reached out and grabbed the flexible bamboo roots, they became as fragile as the dead bamboos outside. I tried twice, but instead of climbing out, I fell to the ground.

Mr. Lu shouted above: Zhao Mang, don't rush up first, you take off your clothes and wrap Mr. Xue's body. A piece on the back.

I scolded: Fuck you, it's convenient for you to move your mouth, why don't you come down and carry people yourself?

Mr. Lu didn't talk nonsense with me, he began to pick up clods of soil on it, and threw it at my head in a miscellaneous manner: Zhao Mang, if you don't carry Mr. Xue's body on your back, I have the ability to make you unable to come up. If you don't believe me, try it, and in a while I'll replace the clod of dirt with stone and make your head bleed.

I have seen Mr. Lui's damage many times. I've only known him for a few days, and I don't remember how many times I've been cheated. Now I'm on my toes and I'm getting my eyes on him for what he really is. However, the old man became more and more shameless, and began to tear his face and blatantly calculate me.

I was so angry that my head was bruised: surnamed Lu, Lao Tzu has endured you for a long time, since you want to die, okay, I will fulfill you in a while.

I took off my clothes in a huff. Spread it on the ground, and then carefully move the body of the white-haired old man.

Unexpectedly, my hand had just touched his body. And the flesh of his body was reduced to splinters and scattered to the ground. There was only one skeleton left in front of me.

I sighed and said, "It's good to be able to keep bones." Come on.

I put the bones on top of my coat. At this time, I didn't care about the order, just piled it up at random, and then tied it up and carried it on my back.

I finished this qiē and was about to climb up from the edge of the pit. Suddenly, the last action of the old man flashed unconsciously in his mind.

He held out his finger and pointed to the ground. What does that mean? Is it a hint to me that there is something down there?

When I thought about it, my heart suddenly came alive. This old gentleman was a general before his death, and it is not an exaggeration to have any treasures to accompany the burial. What he meant just now was that he was going to give me something in return.

I rubbed my hands: don't be in vain. I am the income of my labor, so I should not be robbing a tomb.

Thinking of this, I bent down and reached out to dig the dirt under my feet.

The soil had been soaked with reddish blood. I endured my nausea and dug for a while. Suddenly, my fingers touched something hard.

I was overjoyed, and carefully took it out. It was a knife, shining with cold light, buried in the ground for so many years, and there was no sign of damage.

Needless to say, this thing must be a treasure. I rubbed it again, then took the knife and dug underneath it twice, and there was nothing else.

Seeing that it was getting late, I carried the old man's bones on my back and carried a big knife and ran up along the pit wall at a rapid pace.

When I got to the ground, I was relieved. Stretched out his hand and handed the remains behind him to Aunt Xue who was waiting beside him.

I looked at them with some dissatisfaction and said, "I was down there just now, why don't you go down to help me?"

Xue Qian said with some shame: I wanted to go down just now, but Lao Dao didn't let me go. What to say, my ancestors have designated you to go, if we rush in, I am afraid that the ancestors will be displeased. In that case, it's a bit more than worth the loss.

I squinted at Mr. Lu: How is it? Did you say that?

Mr. Lu didn't answer my words, but his eyes fell on the big knife in my hand: This is a good thing. What do you think? Got a baby below?

I nodded: It's a baby. I hate you down there, and I hate you so much that I itch at the root of my teeth, and guess what? As soon as I reached out, I felt a knife.

With that, I jumped up, raised my knife and slashed at Mr. Lu.

According to my plan, Mr. Lu would be so frightened that he would run around with his head, and then I would knock him down and beat him up.

As a result, Mr. Lu didn't move, and looked at me with a smile.

The big knife in my hand waved in front of his eyes, and I had to stop.

Mr. Lu smiled: How is it? Can't cut it down? This knife is also to scare and scare people, do you think you really have the guts to cut me into a blood gourd?

I was provoked by his words, and my temper suddenly came up: This old man doesn't know what to do, that's okay, I'll give you some blood.

When Mr. Lu saw that I was coming, he hurriedly waved his hand and begged for mercy, and said: Zhao Mang, you can't do this, I just stopped Xue Qian from going down, just so that you can get this treasure.

I put down the big knife in my hand and asked with a smile: Really?

Mr. Lu nodded again and again: Really, absolutely true.

At this time, a voice behind him said: Old Dao, it turns out that you are stopping me because of this.

Mr. Lu turned his head anxiously, looked at Xue Qian and said: I didn't mean that, I am

Xue Qianna was willing to listen to his explanation, pounced on him and began to beat. I threw the knife on the ground and took the opportunity to punch a few times.

Mr. Lu howled vigorously: I have injuries on my body, injuries

Xue Qian and I also knew that his body bones were fundamentally strong on the outside and in the middle, so after a little beating, we let him go.

Mr. Lu sat on the ground with a disgraced face and said vigorously: You two have no conscience. The old way is gone, and I will never come again. No matter how much you beg me for help, I won't come.

I waved my hand: Don't fart. How could I beg you for help? As long as you don't harm me, I'm sure I'll be safe.

Mr. Lu snorted twice without smiling: Zhao Mang, I have already shown you the photo. Do you want to be safe? Hey, it's hard. You burn incense and worship the Buddha, and beg God to bless me with a smooth trip, otherwise, I will really die, but no one will save you.

I picked up the knife, put it on my shoulder, and whispered, "What are you doing?"

Aunt Xue packed up the bones, carried them on her back, and took them home with us. She placed the remains in the living room, lit incense and candles, and offered them, apparently planning to pick a date and bury the ancestors.

During this time, I lived very comfortably, eating and drinking at Aunt Xue's house every day. Xue Qian and I both have a bit of a lack of learning and no skills, and we plan to spend it at home.

Aunt Xue urged the two of us to go out and find a regular job. Unexpectedly, Mr. Lu said: Everyone has their own fate. The two of them are not in a hurry to find a job right now. Even if you can find it, it won't last long, so let's wait.

I put my hands in my sleeves and said with an interested expression: Mr. Lu, do you see something? You are a prophet of the unknown.

Mr. Lu looks like a master in the world: Boy, when Lao Dao was not injured, he was very capable. The unpredictable prophet doesn't dare to say, but it's easy to help you see your luck.

I was about to snatch a few words from him when suddenly the phone rang. I saw that it was a landline number, and I couldn't help but wonder: these days, there are not many people who are willing to use landlines.

I answered the phone and asked, "Who?"

A girl's voice came from the other end: Is it Mr. Zhao? I am Xiao Wang of the district government. The Martyrs' Shrine is almost ready. Tomorrow is on the beam, it's a big day. What the government means is, you, as the central person, have to get.