With a squeak.
Suddenly, a cold wind with dust particles floating in from the rooftop rushed in.
Then Gu Qin, who was leaning against the railing more than ten meters away, heard the voice and turned back with a smile.
His left hand hung outside the iron railing, and his fingers casually grasped the wooden box and shook it. The posture seemed to be such that a slight gust of wind could blow the wobbly box down.
It hovered high in the sky on the twelfth floor, meandered down, and then turned to ashes.
Gu Boyan's pupils shrank sharply, his face turned pale and he walked forward solemnly.
When he was about to reach Gu Qin with two meters to go, Gu Qin shook the box and said softly: "Don't move."
Gu Boyan stopped.
"Do you want this?" Gu Qin looked at him, picked up the wooden box and knocked it against the railing casually, and the iron railing made a clanging sound like an empty tube.
Gu Boyan's pupils were bloodshot as he bit Gu Qin tightly, and the joints hanging at his sides were clenched until they turned white.
He sent people to the Gu family to look for his mother's ashes countless times, but he didn't know where Mr. Gu had hidden them, and they were never found.
"What? Are you mute? Don't you want your mother's ashes?" After finally stepping Gu Boyan to the ground, Gu Qin's teeth were trembling with excitement.
He stared at Gu Boyan's bloodshot face and grinned:
"How about this, kowtow to me twice and I'll return your mother's ashes—otherwise..."
He placed his right hand on the lid of the urn, as if to open it, and with a turn of his left wrist, the urn tilted slightly downward.
As long as he pulls his right hand lightly, the empty tomb in the cemetery will be empty forever.
The wind on the rooftop shredded his voice. Gu Qin shouted, "Kneel down! Aren't you a filial son? I'll give you five seconds—"
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