Wang Lang took out his ears and looked at the lonely grave next to him. There was no tombstone or anything like that. There was no grass. It seemed that people often came to clean it up. There was also a cement-made incense burner on the grave, and there was incense inside.

"I don't know." Wang Lang said honestly.

"Dig it open and see." The old man patted the grave.

Wang Lang took out his ears again, "Old Jian, this is not good. This person is dead. I will dig it out for him. I am not an archaeological expert, and I don't have any professional certificates or anything. Digging graves is a matter of damaging good deeds, you know that..."

The old man looked up at Wang Lang, "Don't you want to see if it's your master Huangfu Ji?"

Wang Lang looked confused, glanced at the grave bag, and then looked at the old man, "Don't lie to me, you always know that there is nothing I dare not do."

The old man didn't say a word, ate a peanut and took a tea.

Wang Lang stood up and the top of the mountain was not very big, only more than 20 square meters, with only a very small house on it. He looked around and said, "Old Jian. Wait, I'll go find a shovel."

The old man raised his butt, took out a folding shovel from below, and handed it to Wang Lang, "It's ready for you."

Wang Lang was stunned, picked up the shovel and dug it out for a moment. Wang Lang took out a cigarette box from his pocket, lit three cigarettes, and inserted it into the incense burner on the grave.

He pretended to bow, "Senior inside, don't be surprised. If you are my master, your disciple will invite you out and move you a good place. If you are not my master but other seniors, then the kid will disturb you. After that, you will burn some money for you. You can buy a car, a house, a wife, or something else. Don't be surprised."

He muttered a lot, and the old man moved his seat and sat beside him watching Wang Lang dig.

Wang Lang glanced at the old man, "Old Jian, is there anyone in your Jianchi this time attending the martial arts conference?"

The old man squirmed with his mouth and ate peanuts.

Ignore Wang Lang at all.

Wang Lang grinned dryly and continued to dig the grave.

Because it was a stone mountain, there was only one soil bun on it, and it seemed that it was carried by someone from other places. Wang Lang touched the stone after digging a few times.

The shovel shoveled the stones outwards, and I don’t know who was so bored that he would bury the body here.

The mountain at your feet is a mountain like an awl. It is very difficult to climb up, so the only thing is the easiest way.

After shoveling for a long time, Wang Lang threw away the shovel and sat on the ground. He had already dug nearly 80 cm. Wang Langren went down half of it, and he didn't touch anything, whether it was a coffin board or a straw mat mat.

Wang Lang had to admire the senior who dug this pit and buried people. He had to eat so much that he had to do such a painful thing.

After a while, Wang Lang continued to dig.

When he dug one meter and two meters, Wang Lang shoveled it twice and found that he had shoveled a stone slab, which was a whole stone slab.

Wang Lang cleaned up the gravel and found that there was a whole stone slab underneath, but there were cracks around the stone slab, which proved that the stone slab was thrown in, but it was easy to put this kind of thing in.

If you take it out.

Mom sells a purchase!

Wang Lang knocked on the stone slab, and felt that the stone slab had to be ten centimeters. Wang Lang jumped up from the pit and looked at the old man with a frown, "Old Jian, I really can't do the stone slab below. Look, you have a move?"

The old man got up, looked at the pit, then turned around and left, and continued to return to his original place, sat on the ground, pinched a peanut and put it in his mouth.

When Wang Lang looked confused, he saw the old man take out a cell phone from his arms, open WeChat and click on a video call.

After a while, the phone was answered, and the old man whispered, "The bronze hammer comes to the back mountain."

Then he stuffed his cell phone into his arms.

Wang Lang took out his ears and pointed at the old man's arms, "Old Jian, you are not hiding."

The old man glanced at Wang Lang, and Wang Lang felt cold all over his body, "I mean you don't hang up the phone."

The old man took out his cell phone and studied it for a long time, "How to hang up the phone?"

Wang Lang went up and hung up the phone. By the way, he saw a very sturdy girl over there. She was dark-skinned, sportswear, and ponytail.

After a while, there was a person standing on the iron chain bridge, which was the strong girl just now.

Wang Lang couldn't help but take out his ears, "Old Jian, is this girl a bronze hammer?"

Mr. Jian took his cell phone and nodded, took a sip of tea and poured peanuts into it.

Suddenly, his eyes flashed, and Old Jian looked at Wang Lang and looked at the copper hammer crawling along the iron chain.

"Have you ever married?"

Wang Lang was shocked.

He nodded honestly, "He is already married."

Mr. Jian sighed, "You are not lucky and you missed a marriage."

Wang Lang immediately nodded and bowed, "Yes, yes, yes, kid doesn't have that blessing. Junior Sister Tong Hammer is obviously a good face for her husband."

A smile appeared on Mr. Jian's face for the first time.

The bronze hammer swayed and jumped up here.

"Master, I encountered Shi Ling's disciple when he went down the mountain. I couldn't help but let me do it." Tong Hammer knelt half-kneeled in front of Mr. Jian.

Mr. Jian waved his hand casually, "It's not a problem. Shi Ling is alone. No matter how powerful his martial arts are, he will never dare to go against our Jianchi."

Tong Hammer got up, looked at Wang Lang, and bowed slightly.

Wang Lang grinned, "My name is Wang Lang."

"My name is Tonghai." The girl said cheerfully.

"Good name, good name." Wang Lang flattered, "As soon as you hear this name, you will know that you are a honest person."

The bronze hammer smiled shyly.

Old Jian pointed at the pit that Wang Lang dug out.

The copper hammer went over and took out a copper ring from his pocket. A piece of screw about ten centimeters protruded from the copper ring, with a diameter of about five centimeters protruding from the copper ring, which was about five centimeters.

After jumping into the pit, the copper hammer drilled the screw into the stone slab. Wang Lang stared at the eyes and saw the copper hammer girl drilling the screw into the stone slab. After ten centimeters of it drilled in, the copper hammer took out a hemp rope, put it in the copper ring, jumped out of the pit, and the copper hammer handed the rope to Wang Lang.

Wang Lang didn't understand what the copper hammer was going to do, so he only saw the copper hammer walking towards a tree.

In the past, Wang Lang thought that the one who could pull up the weeping willows was Lu Zhishen in Water Margin, until Wang Lang saw the bronze hammer girl.

After kicking it twice, the copper hammer hugged a tree as thick as a bowl and pulled it out.

Needless to say, the roots of the trees grew on the stone mountain were so well developed. The copper hammer girl pulled out the tree, and many of the roots were just broken.

Shaking the soil on it, the copper hammer came over, took the rope from Wang Lang and tied it to the tree, giving it to Wang Lang.

The copper hammer pinched Wang Lang's shoulders, and then said, "I'll lift it if I say one, two, three, you don't have to force it, I'll do it."
Chapter completed!