Ling Shaoyun returned to Qinglian Village with his mother's corpse.

At that moment, the whole village exploded, and when everyone saw Ling Shaoyun's mother's body, all the villagers were angry, and their faces were sad, Li Deshun squatted on the ground and cried, and Li Yue'er also kept crying.

Looking at these simple villagers, Ling Shaoyun had mixed feelings in his heart, and was deeply moved by these honest and honest villagers.

From the moment he entered the village, Ling Shaoyun made a look of sloppy eyes and a dull expression, showing a dejected and grief-stricken appearance.

And Qian Long was after the big ship docked, Ling Shaoyun let him slip away in advance, if the villagers found him, even if his Qian family was rich, the angry villagers would definitely not let him go, and if they didn't beat him to death, they would also cripple him.

"The father and son of the Qian family who were killed by the sky, fight with them!"

"Let's go, let's go to them to settle accounts, we want to avenge Aunt Ling!"

In the crowd, a group of young and strong young men shouted loudly.

For a while, the shouts of avenging Ling Shaoyun's mother rang out in the crowd, and the shouts came and went.

From this point of view, the villagers can be said to hate the Qian family to the core, and the anger of being bullied by the Qian family for many years was completely enraged and broke out through the death of Ling Shaoyun's mother.

"Don't move! Everyone calm down first, this revenge must be avenged, the most important thing at the moment is to arrange the aftermath, let Ling's mother be buried first!"

I saw Li Deshun wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, stand up and say loudly to the villagers.

After hearing this, everyone felt that what Li Deshun said was reasonable, and they clenched their fists one by one, showing sadness and indignation, and stopped talking.

"Don't be stunned, let's go and prepare. ”

Li Deshun said to the villagers.

Next, the villagers began to get busy with Ling Shaoyun's mother's funeral.

Qinglian Village is such a mellow folk custom, if the family has something, the whole village helps.

The villagers moved quickly, and by midnight everything needed for the burial was ready.

From beginning to end, Ling Shaoyun was in a trance, ignoring everything the villagers had done, everyone knew that he had been greatly stimulated, and kept comforting, for fear that he would not be able to bear it and not be able to survive.

Finally, when it got dark, a new grave was added to the edge of the village.

Ling Shaoyun knelt motionless at the head of the grave, quietly looking at the tombstone at the head of the grave, which read: The tomb of the loving mother Xiao Hongyan.

"Child, people can't be resurrected after death, you have to take care of yourself! In the future, the Li family will be your home, let's go, go back!"

Li Deshun beside him said sadly.

"Brother Yun, get up, let's go home together!"

Li Yue'er sobbed as she pulled Ling Shaoyun, who was kneeling on the ground.

"Uncle Li, sister Yue'er, you go back first, I want to accompany my mother here alone. ”

Ling Shaoyun said innocently, still motionless.

Li Deshun was relieved when he heard Ling Shaoyun speak, alas, this kid has been silent all day, and now it's good that he can speak, it's okay.

Li Deshun understood Ling Shaoyun's mood at this time, and didn't say anything more, just persuaded a few more words on the side.

Li Yue'er wanted to stay here with Ling Shaoyun, but was dissuaded by Ling Shaoyun, so she went back with her father.

After Li Deshun's father and daughter left, Ling Shaoyun secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and continued to look at the tombstone motionlessly, but his mind was spinning rapidly.

At this moment, Ling Shaoyun knew very well in his heart, because in the woods not far away, there was a pair of eyes staring at him deadly!