After sharpening the knife in the middle of the night, the killing is instantaneous.

The young man seemed to be calm, but his heart was turbulent, but before he could carefully experience the taste of happiness and revenge, a frightened hiss suddenly sounded in his ears.

The thin donkey on the side finally reacted, shook his neck violently, broke free from the boy's restraint with great force, spread his hooves and ran down the slope.

"Not good!"

Qi Jingyi didn't notice it for a while, and was almost taken by this crazy donkey, so he had no choice but to let go: "I didn't plan well in advance, I didn't consider that Chen Er's guy would ride a donkey, and he left such a big flaw, I'm afraid I really want to flee to the mountains with Grandpa." ”

Before he could think about it, there was a sudden change of speed under the low slope.

Somehow, the mad donkey suddenly lost its front hooves, staggered to the ground, rolled into a thick meadow, and even struggled several times to get up again, only to let out a scream full of panic and sorrow.

Qi Jingzhi was surprised, but also a little puzzled.

The low slope at the foot of the hill was not far from the dirt road in front of the mountain, and the mountaineers would never have set up traps and traps here, and they did not know what the mad donkey had tripped over or not.

He stabilized his mind and turned over Chen Er, who was lying on the ground, with his toes, seeing that this guy's face was blue, his eyes were upturned, and he was out of breath.

The young man leaned down and stabbed the corpse twice more fiercely, making sure that this person was really dead, and then he was truly relieved.

He carried his knife and walked down the low slope lightly and cautiously, not seeing any pits or traps along the way.

Coming to the place where the crazy donkey stumbled, Qi Jingzhi half-squatted, slowly brushing away the grass with a bull's ear sharp knife, and a pair of eyes widened suddenly.

In the grass, there was a dry skeleton...... A dry skeleton that belongs to a man.

Qi Jingzhi is no stranger to human bones. As he said when he lured Chen Er, there are many nameless graves buried in this Xiaosong Mountain, and every time a torrential rain or even a flash flood erupts, there will always be some bones and burial goods washed down the mountain.

It's just that the dry bones in this kind of mound are very brittle, and they will shatter when touched. Even if the crazy donkey in a panic stepped on it, it should have stepped on it, so that it would not lose its front hooves and fall to the ground.

What's even more strange is that this human bone is extremely complete, even if there is no flesh and fascia connection for a long time, the position of the bones everywhere is still not chaotic at all, as if it is still a whole, and there is no trace of being trampled.

Qi Jingzhi hesitated slightly, and did not rashly touch this strange dry bone.

He grabbed a handful of blades of grass, carefully wiped the sharp knife in his hand, put it back in its sheath, and then faced the dry bones, folded his hands respectfully, and prayed: "Thank you for your help!" The soil here is fertile and the grass is green, and Qi Jingzhi will have the courage to set up a yin house for the king again, and will never expose the king to the wilderness and be humiliated by wild beasts. ”

So saying, he got up, and went to look at the mad donkey, and saw that the poor fellow had broken his neck, and had struggled in vain for a long time, and was now dying.

Qi Jingzhi didn't look at it anymore, walked straight back to the low slope, and pulled out a short-handled shovel from a bush.

He took a shovel and walked back to the donkey's carcass, digging a hole with a spade.

After a long day of work, the boy finally dug a deep pit.

He dragged Chen Er's body over first, threw it in without hesitation, and took the trouble to shovel away all the blood-stained grass and soil nearby and fill it into the pit.

Then, with all the strength of his life, the young man pushed the donkey corpse on the side into the pit, pressed it on Chen Er's body, and finally covered the corpses of one person and one donkey with a layer of floating soil.

At this point, the pit has become more than half shallow.

Qi Jingzhi glanced into the pit, raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity.

He threw down his shovel and came to the strange dry bone again, and solemnly picked up the most conspicuous skull with both hands.

Heavy and cold to the hand.

After much effort, the boy placed the bones neatly into the pit, filled them with soil, stepped on them, spread fresh turf with a shovel of soil, and finally scattered the excess soil.

When doing this, Qi Jingzhi was serious, focused and meticulous from beginning to end.

He killed people and buried his body in a hurry today, and the location he chose was not hidden enough, so naturally he didn't have the luxury of never being discovered, after all, maybe it only took a rainstorm for the dead Chen Er to be exposed in front of people.

However, even though there is a great risk in this, Qi Jingzhi has never regretted it from beginning to end.

The grandchildren of the Qi family are not unbearable to be bullied, and the people in the mountains are not so squeamish, but there is one, who wants to cut off the life of the grandchildren and grandchildren, Qi Jingzhi doesn't mind giving him a ride first.

That's all.

The young man stepped on the soft grass under his feet, and said something in his mouth: "Today's incident happened suddenly, so that the tomb is simple and the sacrifices are sparse, please don't be surprised." ”

After praying, Qi Jingzhi turned around and left without hesitation.

He followed the path opposite to that of the morning, walked down the low slope with lush vegetation, crossed the old trees of the mountain pass, crossed the winding road of the village, and returned to the small courtyard halfway up the mountain.

As soon as he entered the courtyard gate, he saw Qi Laohan holding a big bowl of snow-white noodles, sitting on a stone bench and snoring and eating.

For the poor mountain people in Shanqian Village, flour is a rare luxury, and even the grandchildren of the Qi family with superb hunting skills are reluctant to eat it on weekdays.

Qi Jingzhi entered the city yesterday and sold all the game he had hunted in recent days, so he gritted his teeth and bought some and brought it back to give a tooth sacrifice to the old man Qi who was recuperating from his injuries.

The young man glanced at it, and saw that in addition to noodles, there were also a few slices of bacon in Grandpa's bowl, sprinkled with green green onions, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned upward.

Qi Laohan looked up at his grandson, his gaze swept over those calm eyes, and he wandered around the young man's mud-stained right hand for a long time.

In the end, he didn't ask anything, but said in a muffled voice: "I left you a bowl on the stove...... It's a sin to come back so late and waste good things in vain! ”

The smile on the corner of Qi Jingzhi's mouth spread irrepressibly, and he responded briskly and walked quickly into the kitchen.

He washed his hands indiscriminately, picked up the noodle bowl and ate it, and when he had chopsticks and noodles in his stomach, he found that he was already very hungry, and his stomach was like a fire burning.

The young man was immediately reincarnated like a starving ghost, and he swallowed a large bowl of noodles and several large pieces of bacon buried under the noodles, and finally raised his head and drank the bottom of the bowl.

He smacked his lips, put the noodle bowl on the stove with satisfaction, walked back to the courtyard quickly, and said to the old man Qi: "Grandpa, I'll sleep first, and then come to wash the pot and dishes when I wake up." ”

After that, the young man didn't wait for Qi Laohan to respond, and jumped into his own Westhouse as fast as he could.

It only took a few breaths before thunderous snoring sounded in the room.

Seeing that his grandson, who was still full of worries and anger last night, was able to go home for dinner with all his beards and tails, Qi Laohan's hanging heart had already let go of half of it.

He put the bowl on the stone table in front of him, listened with his ears pricked up for a while, and finally a smile appeared on his face, and the other half of his heart fell back into his stomach.

Qi Jingzhi slept in a dark night.

When he opened his eyes again, it was already a bright moon and a starry sky.

The moonlight flowed in like water, flowing through the open window, reflecting the frost white of the room.

The boy had not yet fully woken up, and looked at the roof in a daze, vaguely remembering that he had had a long, tired dream, but at the moment he could not remember anything.

"Eun Gong woke up?"

A young man's voice suddenly sounded in the room, not loud, but clear enough.

Qi Jingzhi was frightened, slammed to the right side, reached to the pillow with his left hand, and grabbed the scabbard of the ox ear sharp knife!