On the way back in the car, the atmosphere was inexplicably solemn and no one spoke.
Yan Zhan drove back to the city and passed a car on the road.
His eyes fell on the other person's car.
The windows were airtight and it was difficult to see who was sitting in the car.
Yan Zhan frowned and looked at the butler in the passenger seat: "Besides the Yan family, who else has a private cemetery nearby?"
At the end of this road, there was only the Yan family cemetery.
If another cemetery is sold here, the Yan family should receive the news.
"Besides the Yan family, there are indeed several nearby."
Because the Yan family originally chose this place, the owner of the cemetery used the Yan family to promote it, saying that this cemetery had excellent feng shui.
As a result, several small cemeteries were sold in succession.
The Yan family did not directly contract a mountain as a cemetery like some families did, because they did not want to waste too much open space.
The Yan family's private cemetery only occupies one-eighth of the entire mountain.
In addition, half of the mountain is used as a cemetery, and the other half is divided into small cemeteries and sold to some big families.
As far as the housekeeper knows, the cemeteries of the Qi family and the Gu family are both in this area.
Only the Yu family is different. It is said that the Yu family has a hilltop in their hometown and does not need to buy a cemetery in the suburbs.
Yan Zhan was thoughtful.
The car just now didn't look like it belonged to the Qi family or the Gu family.
We went off-roading with great secrecy and finally stopped on the side of the road.
"Second Master, here we are."
The driver got out of the car and opened the back door.
The second master got out of the car and adjusted his sunglasses.
The mountain wind was biting, and he couldn't help but gather his clothes.
"Second Master, it's cold outside, you..."
Before the driver finished speaking, the man glanced at him.
Just that light glance made him shut up.
When the man stood still, another man opened the trunk and took out the incense candle for him.
The man himself was holding a bouquet of flowers.
He walked slowly towards a mausoleum.
In front of the tomb, there are already blooming flowers and incense candles that have not been burned out.
The man kneels in front of the tomb and touches the black and white photo on the tombstone.
Under the sunglasses, the eyes that no one could see were moist and scarlet.
He put the flowers aside, lit the incense himself, and knelt in front of the tomb for a long time.
"Second Master, it's getting late." The bodyguard stood aside respectfully and reminded.
The sky outside was gloomy and it was about to rain heavily. My second grandfather was already in poor health.
If you keep kneeling like this, do you still need your knees?
"Mom, I'll see you next time!"
I saw the second master kowtow three times in front of the grave.
There was a bruise on his head.
When he stood up, he was a little unsteady, but the bodyguard quickly caught him with his quick eyesight and hands.
However, when passing another tomb, this man took a deep look. Under his sunglasses, his eyes were filled with fear, but he did not dare to approach.
"Get off the mountain!"
The bodyguard murmured in his heart. Just now he vaguely heard the second master calling mom.
Did you hear it wrong?
If it was really called "Mom", why didn't he visit the other grave?
Shouldn't that be his relative?
I had doubts in my heart, but the bodyguard couldn't say a word.
It's important for people in this industry to keep their mouths shut.
When we were going down the mountain, heavy rain had already come.
The entire mausoleum is hidden in a fog.
Like a looming fairy mountain, it is hard to find its traces.
As a result, there was a way down the mountain, and a problem arose.
Encountered a landslide.
Originally there were some problems on this road, but as it turned out it was snowing and raining these past few days, something happened after all.