If Chen Xia said the word "husband" to Xiang Que, it would be enjoyment. But if the two big bright red lips in front of her spit out the word "husband" to Xiang Que, then it means she can't bear it. This woman opened her mouth and spoke with bloodshot eyes on her chest.
My heart was beating one by one, and the smell of blood was very strong.
All the young men nearby gathered around, holding lanterns and walking in a circle, leaning out and tiptoeing, as if their heads would hit the ground at any moment when they walked.
Xiang Que frowned, turned his head and suddenly exhaled towards the boy closest to him, "Huh!" A small breeze blew by, and the lantern in the boy's hand suddenly tilted and fell to the ground, just in time to be hit by the boy behind him.
My feet stepped on it.
"Boom" the flames burst out and engulfed the young man in an instant. The paper figurine burned directly. The young man had no reaction and turned into a handful of paper ashes in just a moment.
"Kekeke,kekeke" the woman in the sedan pursed her lips and smiled, then threw a ** with a swipe: "Husband, you are so mean when you bully this slave."
Xiang Que sighed quietly and said, "How much resentment do you have?"
"When people see you, where does the resentment come from? Husband... I look a lot like you." The woman said in a long voice, her tone was like a little girl having sex with a proud young man, her voice was very tired.
Man, if you listen to this in broad daylight, even in a KTV, your bones will go numb, but now you can only feel your body numb when you hear it.
"Wow!" The woman in the sedan suddenly leaned out, stretched out an overly white arm, gently raised Xiang Que's chin with her fingers, brought her big red lips to Xiang Que's ear, and exhaled like a blue.
He said: "Husband, since you are here to welcome the bride, how about I leave with you now? It's getting late, let's get some rest quickly, right?"
A gust of cold air penetrated into Xiang Que's ears, and the seductive feeling in this woman's eyes was so strong that Xiang Que couldn't help but tremble in his heart.
"Going to bed? Then you can lead the way," Xiang Que said with a hum and a nod.
"Kekeke,kekeke, husband, you are so impatient." The woman threw her breasts away, closed the sedan curtain again and said, "Why don't you hurry up and come over with your slave? We'll go right away."
Xiang Que said to Mr. Huang next to him: "I'll follow over and take a look."
Huang Sanye frowned and asked: "With your ability, you can just clean them up. Why are you following them?"
Xiang Que said: "Cleaning up can be done, but I did it without checking the cause and effect. It's too bad for my moral character. Anyway, I'm here now, so I'll go over and see what's going on."
Two rows of young men held lanterns and leaned forward to lead the way. The bearers lifted up the large sedan and bumped behind it. Xiang Que, wrapped in a down jacket, walked slowly beside the sedan.
"The spring breeze and thousands of willows and red rain make waves at will, and the green mountains deliberately turn into bridges..." The ups and downs of the tune came from the sedan again, and the big green clothes resounded gracefully and clearly in the silent and dark snow-capped mountains.
In the woods, the tune of opera has been floating, one after another, and the people listening in the empty forest are trembling a little. If it were another person, I would have been frightened.
"Creak, creak" The marching team, the young man carrying the lantern and the bearer carrying the sedan walked silently, only Xiang Que's feet made bursts of crunching sounds in the snow.
Looking back, among the group of more than a dozen people, only Xiang Que left a clear set of footprints in the snow, looking very lonely.
After walking for unknown distance, the team gradually slowed down and stopped on a hillside.
The sedan fell lightly, and Da Qingyi lifted the curtain of the sedan and walked out.
At this time, Xiang Que raised his head and looked at the sky. A streak of fish belly white loomed in the distant sky.
In the city dozens of miles away, the sound of roosters suddenly sounded, and people who got up early had already started to get up.
"Whoa!" When Xiang Que lowered his head again, the young man in front of him, the sedan chair, and the big Qingyi who had just stepped down suddenly disappeared in an instant. There was only a flat piece of snow in front of him, and there was no trace of the past on the ground.
There were no traces of human presence. Only Xiang Que stood there alone on the entire hillside.
"Huh..." Xiang Que rubbed his hands and took a breath: "It's almost dawn."
"Pop", he took out a cigarette and smoked while walking towards the front. After searching for a while, he stopped at the foot of the hillside. In front of him was a bulge of earth, about thirty centimeters high and two meters wide.
Xiang Que's feet hit the ground hard, and the thick snow under his feet instantly spread out in front of his feet and exposed the ground, and the raised earth bag was also exposed.
The middle part of the earth bag had collapsed, revealing a hole filled with snow. Xiang Que walked up to the earth bag and pulled it with his feet. After about ten minutes, the snow in the hole had been almost cleared.
A few scattered white bones were exposed and were very damaged. After continuing to dig for a while, a tattered coffin appeared.
When it was almost dawn, Xiang Que had cleaned up all the dirt bags, and the scene inside was clearly visible.
The earth bag is a solitary grave, and it is the only grave within a few miles.
Xiang Que bent down and picked up a piece of coffin wood from the coffin. He gently squeezed the sawdust and it fell off. The wood board was already very soft. It was not possible for it to weather to this extent in just a few years.
The entire coffin was in a state of disrepair, with pieces of wood scattered in the pit, mixed with white bones and unidentifiable strips of cloth. It could only be vaguely seen that when it was intact, it should be red cloth clothes.
It also has some patterns.
Xiang Que squatted on the grave and pulled it a few times with his sword. He found a hairpin that had been broken into two parts, several broken brocade boxes and some scattered things.
After looking down for a long time, Xiang Que pouted and said, "Were you really an opera singer when you were alive?"
This damaged solitary tomb had obviously been dug up by robbers. After the tomb robbers dug up the tomb, they took away everything they could get inside, leaving only a pile of rags that could not be taken away.
"You really don't have professional qualities. You just rob tombs. Then you have some virtue. Just cause trouble for me." Xiang Que spat, feeling helpless.
If the tomb had not been robbed, those paper figures would certainly not have emerged. The tomb robbers only stole the burial objects and did not care about the owner of the tomb, and that was how the previous scene happened.
"This person has been dead for so long, and there are still descendants alive?" This solitary grave must be very old. He estimated that it had been there for hundreds of years, but there were obviously no people buried in this barren mountain wilderness.
If he had been well managed and had any descendants, he would probably have found a good place to bury him long ago.
But the strange thing is, who burned the paper figures for her?