On the platform of the cemetery, across a grave bag, Liu Zixuan stared at the weasel, his eyes were like torches; In the face of a strong enemy, the weasel did not show the slightest panic, and sat on the edge of the platform and looked at Liu Zixuan head-on. This kind of close-range confrontation between the pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info is not the first time between the two, but this time, Liu Zixuan's feelings are completely different from the previous time, the previous condescending posture no longer exists, the hateful and terrible weasel has already made him helpless and fascinated, and several encounters with the weasel, he has already tasted an aggressive and powerful aura from this animal.

At such a close distance, Liu Zixuan saw two sunsets in the eyes of the weasel. It was completely different from all the weasels he had seen before, in front of powerful humans, this red weasel did not show a trace of panic, from its eyes, Liu Zixuan only saw calm, only calm.

After staring at each other for a long time, the weasel slowly turned around and burrowed into the grass beneath the platform. Liu Zixuan saw the weasel fleeing, and immediately followed to look under the platform, but at that time, he could no longer find the trace of the long tail.

The weasel had fled, Liu Zixuan turned around to check his father's grave again, only to find that next to the originally blocked hole, there was a new cave, and outside the new cave, there was a pile of damp fresh soil extending out, Liu Zixuan was so angry that his teeth trembled, and he had to hate himself for being incompetent, and he couldn't bear to kill the culprit with his own hands...... It seems that the weasel was indeed blocked in the hole three days ago, and seeing that the original hole did not work, it dug this exit again, and after escaping, instead of moving elsewhere, it still stubbornly lived in the depths of this tomb!

This is the kind of result that Liu Zixuan least wants to see.

Looking at another bottomless black hole, Liu Zixuan pondered in his heart, this weasel is at least three years old, otherwise it will never know how to use the method of holding a branch to blow up the yellow wolf bow, only three years ago someone had used this kind of capture tool in this forest; Judging by its size, coat color, and movements, it will not live for more than ten years, and it is impossible for it to escape from the oxygen-thin crypt without sufficient physical support! It was clearly a weasel in the prime of life, and he had just seen that it was still a sturdy toret!

After thinking for a while, Liu Zixuan found another stone from the valley, wanting to repeat the old trick and plugging the hole again. However, when he moved the stone to the grave and was about to stuff it into the hole, he saw several strange patches of grayish-white solid on the fresh earth outside the hole. Liu Zixuan picked up a piece and looked at it, put it on the tip of his nose and smelled it, and immediately sat down on the ground - it was the wax he used to seal the porcelain urn a few months ago! At this time, Liu Zixuan finally stopped thinking about luck, the weasel had already dug up the porcelain urn that sealed the bones of his father and mother in the grave! He didn't dare to think any further, and immediately searched for it in the dirt at the entrance of the cave. After a while, several pieces of skeleton slightly smaller than the wax block unsurprisingly appeared in front of his eyes.

The situation that I had been worried about but did not dare to imagine was finally placed in front of me, and the weasel not only dug up the porcelain urn buried in the grave, but also took out the bones in the porcelain urn!

This time, there was no other way out, Liu Zixuan knelt in front of the grave like a dead wood, his eyes were lifeless, and the fading sunset left the last fiery red on his face.

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In the early morning of the next day, Liu Zixuan once again walked to the cemetery platform, and after a whole night of repeated deliberation, he finally made a difficult decision - to open the grave bag.

After burning paper, sacrificing wine, and bowing, Liu Zixuan first used four wooden sticks to prop up an old canvas above the tomb to block the skylight, and then plugged the weasel's newly dug hole, preparing to dig the tomb from the back of the hole. If he can't kill it with his own hands, Liu Zixuan will never be able to get rid of the hatred in his heart!

When everything was ready, Liu Zixuan picked up a shovel and began to dig the grave. As the son of a hunter, he was now cornered by a weasel, and had to stir up soil on his father's tomb, which would be a big joke if it was known to outsiders. It was busy until it was close to noon, and a small tomb bag was opened little by little, and when it was dug into the depths, a strong and pungent awakening smell mixed with the smell of dirt spread around, and Liu Zixuan held his breath to dig deeper.

The weasel is not in the hole. There is nothing in the tomb except for two porcelain urns and a red cloth that were buried earlier. Shockingly, a huge oval air chamber had been dug out at the bottom of the tomb, and the two porcelain urns containing the bones had been toppled open, and the bones were scattered all over every corner of the tomb.

What is the difference between scattered bones and exposed corpses? With tears in his eyes, Liu Zixuan spread a piece of red cloth prepared in advance on the flat ground next to him, knelt down in the open tomb, and collected bones from the soil one by one and put them on the red cloth.

The sun had set in the west, and the scattered bones were regrouped, and when he was about to bury the bones back into the porcelain urn, Liu Zixuan unexpectedly saw that in the porcelain urn that originally sealed his father's ashes, there was a trigger.

That's the trigger of the shotgun! It was the only component missing from the double-barreled shotgun on Rabbit Hill.

Liu Zixuan never expected that this trigger, which he had been looking for for a long time, would be hidden in his parents' tombs! Seeing this little iron guy, Liu Zixuan's thoughts went back to three years ago: three years ago, his father removed the trigger from the shotgun and handed it to his mother, and after his father died, his mother put it in a porcelain urn containing his father's bones. It is not difficult to imagine what happened next, Liu Zixuan buried it in the tomb with his own hands - how could he have known three years ago that there was a trigger hidden in the ashes of his deceased father?

Unexpectedly, just as this trigger will be buried forever, who would have thought that a bold weasel would make a hole in the grave, but let the hunter's son accidentally find this key chess piece......

So, when exactly was this trigger removed? Liu Zixuan recalled carefully, recalling when he last heard the sound of gunfire from the forest to Rabbit Gang, at this time, Liu Zixuan suddenly woke up, half a year before his father's death, although he still often took a shotgun into the mountain, but he did not hear the gunshot, that is to say, the trigger is likely to have been disassembled from the shotgun half a year before his father's death, if this is the case, the old hunter has been holding a shotgun without a trigger into the mountain! Why?

There are already too many questions, and Liu Zixuan has no mind or clue to dig deeper. The important thing is that now that the shotgun trigger has finally been found, the answer to all the mysteries is likely to be hidden behind this little trigger. Holding the trigger in his hand, Liu Zixuan seemed to be holding a shiny shotgun, he looked around at the familiar mountains and forests, and gritted his teeth tightly again.

The next day, Liu Zixuan collected a lot of rubble from the valley and moved it to the cemetery platform, and built a circular parapet in the original tomb before reburying the two porcelain urns. With the protection of the stone wall, you don't have to worry about wild animals digging graves in the future.

(To be continued)