The night was dark.

On a mass grave twenty miles away from Yixi, two men, an old man and a young man, put a coffin into a freshly dug soil pit and filled it with a shovel.

The two of them worked silently, the night breeze passed by, and the leaves in the forest rustled. The young man's hand stopped, looked around with some fear, and then asked in a low voice, "Uncle Li, I always feel panicked." ”

"Mo Duo, hurry up and get to work." The older man waved the shovel in his hand without raising his head.

"Huh." The young man answered, but his hands rubbed, shoveled a few times, and then spoke: "Uncle Li, you should talk to me, otherwise I will always feel scared in my heart...... Hey hey ......"

Seeing that Uncle Li didn't answer, the young man said to himself, "Who do you say is lying in this coffin?" Why are you in a hurry to be buried tonight? I heard that Second Master Lin just accepted a concubine today? On such a good day, how can there still be dead people. ”

"You're burying that little concubine." Uncle Li's words were concise and to the point, but he scared the young man into a thrill.

"How...... How...... Died the day you just walked in the door? The young man's hands trembled, and the soil in the shovel was not waved after all.

According to custom, people are buried seven days after they die, and it is a little strange that the Lin family hurriedly buried the person who had just died.

"A poor man, too." Uncle Li sighed, but didn't say much.

Seeing Uncle Li like this, the young man didn't want to ask again, so he just swung the shovel faster.

Before leaving, Uncle Li took out a wad of paper money from his arms and burned it, and said in his mouth: "Take the money and go on the road, cast a good baby in the next life, don't be a hard-working person." ”

When these two people walked away, they couldn't see the figures, and two figures walked out of the forest not far away, it was Ji Yanzhou and Meng Ying'an. The two walked to the pit that had just been filled with soil, and Ji Yanzhou pointed with a fan: "Dig it." ”

"You just have to talk about it." Meng Ying'an muttered, but his hand didn't stop. I saw him take out the shovel he had prepared earlier from behind him, and lift the soil that had only been filled in by the two of them before.

In the end, he is a strong man, but with a cup of tea, Meng Ying'an has shoveled away the soil covering the coffin, revealing the pine coffin under the soil layer.

Meng Ying'an, who was already sweating, threw away the shovel, jumped into the pit, took out a few tools from the cloth bag that had been carrying it behind his back, and pried off the nails that sealed the coffin in three strokes and five by two. After pushing the coffin lid open a crack, Su Qingci's easy-to-face face in the coffin was revealed.

She wore a golden hairpin on her head, and wore the peach-colored clothes that she had seen before, which was still stained with red and black blood, her face was slightly red, and there were blood stains on the corners of her mouth, and her expression was calm, as if she was asleep.

Meng Ying'an simply pushed the coffin lid open a little more, turned over and squatted up. After carefully checking Su Qingci's seven tricks, he rummaged through the cloth bag again, took out a paper bag, opened it, and stuffed the neat three small green pills with a strange fragrance into Su Qingci's mouth.

——This is exactly what Su Qingci quietly handed to Ji Yanzhou when he was in the Lin Mansion.

After doing this, Meng Ying'an let out a long sigh, stretched out his feet, sat on the coffin and began to wait. Ji Yanzhou also lifted his robe, sat on the ground, and looked at the coffin with his head propped up.

"Are you sure the pill was for her?" Meng Yingan turned his head to look at Su Qingci, who was not moving, and asked.

"I don't know, guess." Ji Yanzhou answered honestly.

"What if...... She's really dead......"

"Then you can fill in the soil again." The smile in Ji Yanzhou's eyes didn't seem to be fake.

It was completely dark, and the forest was silent.

When the full moon was in the sky, there were finally a few light coughs from the coffin, followed by the sound of panting, and after a while, Su Qingci raised his hand and pushed open the coffin lid, panting and sitting up.