Without the control of his eldest cousin, Yang Long quickly struggled up from the ground, and then saw his eyes darting around, looking for opportunities to escape.
"You really want to run away? I have such a big group of people. If they can't even watch you, they might as well be killed!"
Seeing this, Chu Heng raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth, grabbed his collar, and dragged him to the Volga car. He then opened the rear door and pulled Qin Xian out, who was being watched by Fan Huosheng, and then grabbed him extremely roughly.
Yang Long's hair moved his head closer to Qin Xian's face.
"Do you know me?"
"..."
Yang Long, however, firmly shut his mouth and acted uncooperative.
"Oh, are you deaf?"
"well!"
Qin Jingru, who had said little along the way, burst into tears when she heard this. She stepped forward and threw herself in front of the grave, crying sadly.
Chu Heng snorted coldly at him, turned to the men behind him and ordered: "Let's get started, brothers."
"Okay!"
"ah!"
"Let's do it!"
Chu Heng and others immediately stepped forward.
"Brother Chu, I think there's something wrong with this guy."
"It's time to pretend to be a dutiful son!"
Yang Long, who was still cuffed on his hands, tapped a path in front of him with his chin and said, "Go in from this area."
The person is not dead yet, why are you carrying tools?
Or is it that you can pinch and count, and you can die if you know where to go?
As a result, several of them became more and more suspicious of the cause of Mr. Qin's death.
unless……
"Okay, Jingru, get up and take the old man back first."
Then a man greeted the others and led several people forward with tools to dig the grave.
Yang Long lowered his head, his eyes flickered, and said: "On the way I brought the old man back, he said he wanted to see the Xishan Mountains. Unexpectedly, when we got there, there were no people there, so I buried him there."
"Ouch!"
"Well, if you can't walk anymore, just say something." Chu Heng felt relieved and continued on his way.
"Zhente is such a bitch!"
"Stop fighting, stop fighting! I know him, I know him!"
They were digging so hard with tools. It was obviously impossible for Yang Long to dig the hole with his hands alone, and it was also unrealistic. He must have been carrying tools.
It was winter, and there were several heavy snowfalls in Sijiucheng. The forest was completely white, and the snow was almost touching my legs.
Everyone immediately got busy. Some came forward with tools, while others went to the coffin to take out the prepared tributes, paper money and other items.
After five or six minutes of this, Yang Long finally led them to a stop in front of a small snowdrift.
As the grave was gradually dug up, Yang Long, who was still being escorted by a pony on the other side, became increasingly panicked.
"No need, Master Chu, just hold on!"
"Lead the way!"
When she finally saw her father's body, Qin Jingru, who had been holding on for a long time, suddenly went limp and collapsed to the ground.
"I saw the old man! Be careful!"
Qin Jingru sniffed, sobbed and stepped forward, plopped down on her knees in front of the grave, inserted the incense stick in her hand on the ground, and cried sadly: "Dad, my daughter has taken you home!"
After a while, the grave was finally completely dug up.
At first, he was quite stubborn and silent, but when the punches and kicks on his body became heavier and heavier, Yang Long finally couldn't help it and let out screams of pain.
The men smiled at him with relaxed faces.
Immediately, Qin Xian came forward with red eyes and knelt in front of the grave with Qin Jingru.
"Xishan, Xishan is buried in a forest at the foot of the mountain." Yang Long said quickly.
Chu Heng stood at the edge of the forest, took a look at the situation inside, and grabbed Yang Long who was standing beside him: "Where is the grave?"
Chu Heng was not angry. He pushed Yang Long to the pony with a gentle push, waved his hand and ordered: "Treat his ears."
The eldest cousin came over at this time, frowned and asked: "Your family is in Daxing, why do you want to bury people in Xishan?"
Chu Heng also stepped forward and helped Qin Jingru aside.
Fan Huosheng stepped forward at this time and whispered beside Chu Heng: "Look at this road, it is getting more and more difficult to walk. How can you run away from a place like this? He hurries as if he is afraid of being discovered by others."
Immediately, Chu Heng, Qin Jingru and others followed closely, while the remaining men walked at the end carrying the coffin and tools.
After saying this, she kowtowed heavily on the ground several times.
"This is it. The old man is buried here."
"dad!"
The eldest cousin quickly came forward to comfort me.
Xiao Ma laughed ferociously, and immediately surrounded Yang Long with a few evil men who looked like wolves and tigers, and started punching and kicking him.
Chu Heng gestured to Xiao Ma.
After a bumpy journey, it took them two hours to reach Xishan.
Digging soil in winter is a very laborious task, because the soil is frozen to the point of being as solid as stone. Even if these guys are big and round, and have a lot of strength, even if they round their arms, the pickaxe will only be used when it goes down.
Can dig out a small piece of soil.
Then, under the guidance of Yang Long, he drove to the forest where the old man of the Qin family was buried.
Only then could a piece of clothing be seen from the pit, but soon the soil was almost cleared away, and they finally saw Mr. Qin.
And he said before that Mr. Qin died when he arrived at Xishan, which makes a little sense.
"Go home, Dad." Qin Xian knelt down and put on the incense sticks, kowtowed a few times, with a look of shame on his face.
Yang Long's face stiffened for a moment, and then he said: "Just... I was just talking when he suddenly died."
"dad!"
Soon, Yang Long relented.
The forest is very large and stretches endlessly from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain.
Immediately, a group of men came forward and scattered a circle of paper money, and after placing tributes, a man handed a few incense sticks to Qin Jingru: "Sister Qin, put a stick of incense on the old man, and then chant again."
A man suddenly shouted, and the others stopped and backed away from the grave. Several guys with shovels came forward and carefully cleaned the soil from the corpse.
After hearing this, Chu Heng stepped forward, lowered his head and looked condescendingly at Yang Long who was squatting on the ground, and asked indifferently: "Where have you buried the old man of the Qin family?"
In the dead of winter, the corpse didn't change much. It wasn't very scary, but the expression on the old man's face was very strange. His eyes were wide open, his mouth was wide open, and his face was full of anger.
Chu Heng and others looked at the men digging in the soil, becoming more and more suspicious.
"Then how did he die?" the eldest cousin asked again.
He immediately stepped forward with a man, one on the left and the other on the right, escorting Yang Long into the forest path.
"Don't say it!" The eldest cousin next to her also reacted after hearing this, frowning and said: "Is this guy really a ghost?"
"We'll wait until we get there." Chu Heng looked coldly at Yang Long in front of him, then turned to look at the men behind him who were carrying the coffin and carrying tools, and asked: "Are you guys tired? Do you want to take a rest?"
"hehe!"
Why would you need to go so far to bury someone normally?
After hearing this, Chu Heng smiled coldly and asked Xiao Ma to take Qin Xian to the truck. He and his eldest cousin took Yang Long back to Volga, and then the group set off again, heading towards the west mountain.
After walking like this for more than ten minutes, there were more and more dead weeds, thorns, and trees of various sizes on the road, and the road became increasingly difficult to walk. Chu Heng realized that something was wrong, and he slowly frowned.
.
After the group of people walked through the snow for more than 20 minutes, Yang Long, who was walking in front, suddenly led them off the path and walked deep into the dense forest.
But at this time, Chu Heng and others had no intention of comforting her. The moment the old man's body was carried out, Chu Heng, his eldest cousin, and Fan Huosheng immediately stepped forward to check.
"There is a wound on the back of the head! The occipital bone is collapsed. It was obviously a blow with a blunt instrument!"
Soon Fan Huosheng found out. After hearing this, the faces of Chu Heng and his eldest cousin instantly became serious.
