Chapter 18 Chapter 18 Termites dig into the tomb, Feng Shui destroys the land, Shadow...
The next day, just as the sky was getting light, there was a noisy sound of talking and honking of horns outside.
All the branches of the Qin family living abroad rushed back to their hometown on Qingming Festival.
Most of them have benefited from the old man's influence and are now very rich.
The relative who wore a gold ring on one finger boasted and woke Liu Jingheng up:
"You know the largest Chinatown in Philadelphia, right? Well, I'm basically in charge of it. I collect this much rent a year."
Uncle Li was afraid that Liu Jingheng would not make it, so he called him early in the morning to remind him of the ancestor worship procedures.
Liu Jingheng's mind was not on this.
He completely forgot about his plan to frame the protagonist, and even forgot to buy the termites to use as a tool for the trap.
Liu Jingheng tiptoed, wondering what to do? Where could she get some termites?
He circled the resort in vain.
At this time, the time for sacrifice has arrived, and a string of firecrackers leads everyone to the door of the ancestral hall.
Cheng Yunqing had a cold face in the crowd, and next to him was Qin Chuyao who kept saying nice things.
"What does your family's ancestor worship have to do with me? Do your ancestors bring me good luck?" Cheng Yunqing's eyes kept searching for Liu Jingheng in the crowd.
After finding it, he left Qin Chuyao behind and pretended not to care, but in fact he wanted to punch away all those who were blocking the light and getting in the way.
"After we finish worshipping our ancestors, we'll go for an outing." Cheng Yunqing said in a nonchalant tone, as if he was just being polite.
Liu Jingheng: "Okay."
As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Jingheng received the list of items sent by Uncle Li. Uncle Li was worried about his brain.
At about the same time, Mr. Qin appeared in the crowd in a custom-made Tang suit, followed closely by Qin Du in a suit and tie.
The man who claimed to be collecting rent in Chinatown, USA, Qin Yuan, the cousin of Mr. Qin, smiled strangely when he saw him.
"I haven't been back for a few years, and it's a surprise to see Qin Du in such an occasion.
The sound was neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for the people around to hear clearly.
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone fell silent strangely. There were crowds of people, but it was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
Qin Yuan's wife leaned close to his ear and said with a gossipy look on her face:
"Is this the illegitimate child you were talking about? This is the first time I've seen him."
Qin Yuan sneered:
"He has a useless grandson and an illegitimate child who has no blood relationship with him. He's still not sure who got the upper hand when the chairman of the Rilon Group resigned."
The more they spoke, the lower their voices became, and suddenly everything in front of them went dark.
The two of them slowly raised their eyes and saw that the team ahead had stopped at the host's request.
Qin Du's profile was very close to him, but he turned a deaf ear to what they said deliberately to him.
The sharp jawline rises high, revealing a sense of coldness and aloofness, and the facial features are as sharp as if they were carved by a knife.
The two of them swayed and immediately shut up.
The group entered the ancestral hall, paid homage to their ancestors, looked at the family tree, and then went to the back mountain to burn paper and pay their respects to their ancestors.
Liu Jingheng watched the excitement for a long time and couldn't laugh anymore.
Without termites, how could Cheng Yunqing carry out his grand plan of trampling over the Qin family's ancestral tomb? Otherwise, he could just curse him a few times, then lie down in the grave and let Cheng Yunqing punch and kick him.
While thinking in a daze, Liu Jingheng had already followed everyone to the Feng Shui treasure land in the back mountain where their ancestors were buried.
Originally, this was a barren mountain, and the graves were all small mounds of earth. After the old man became rich, he planned the entire barren mountain to be lush and green, and the side-by-side columbariums were solemn and majestic.
The priest handed the old man incense and candles to light, while others were busy placing offerings.
Qin Du, standing in the second row, stood tall and straight, his eyes fixed on the tombs of the Qin family, but his peripheral vision drifted past the tombs of the Qin family and followed the moist breeze to the independent columbarium not far away.
Suddenly, his gaze paused, and his eyes suddenly became sharp.
In the sight, Liu Moumou, who was sitting in a wheelchair, mysteriously avoided everyone's gaze and slowly walked towards the columbarium not far away.
In order to realize her plan of traveling back in time, Liu Jingheng planned to go around and see if she could pick up any snakes, insects, rats or ants.
Before my eyes are graves covered with weeds.
There was only one, with a crab-green stone tablet. The black and white photo on the tablet showed a simple but very beautiful middle-aged woman. She was very thin, with a hint of sadness between her brows, her eyes were dull and unfocused, and the corners of her lips seemed to be smiling, which gave her a strange look.
Liu Jingheng scratched his head. He felt that this woman looked a bit like someone.
With whom?
"Rustle--" In the interval of contemplation, the sound of footsteps stepping on dead leaves came from behind.
"Liu Jingheng." Cheng Yunqing's voice came from behind, "Why are you here?"
Liu Jingheng looked around, and her eyes turned into laser searchlights, looking at the surrounding land inch by inch.
Suddenly, a smile appeared on the corners of his mouth.
Found it.
Next to the tombstone of that simple yet beautiful woman, a large group of ants holding wild fruit crumbs snaked into a dragon and drilled into small holes in an orderly manner, paying their loyalty to their great queen.
"Quick." He pointed at the ant brigade and said to Cheng Yunqing, "Someone said... ants, what prison disaster..."
I had clearly gone over that statement in my head dozens of times before going to bed last night, but a real man never looks back.
Cheng Yunqing looked at him patiently, and when he saw him stumbling for a long time without being able to explain, he chuckled:
"Are you trying to say that termites are digging into tombs, and the feng shui of the land is bad, which will affect future generations' deaths, injuries, and imprisonment?"
Liu Jingheng nodded: "Yes, yes, yes."
It was the first time he was so excited that he said three yeses in a row.
Cheng Yunqing said: "They are not termites, these are just ordinary ants."
"It's white." Liu Jingheng said stubbornly, "I'm color blind, so it's white."
"Hurry...stomp...on them to death." His voice was hoarse and weak. He felt so sorry that he almost cried.
"No, they are just passing by carrying food. It would be cruel to trample them to death." Cheng Yunqing is a kind-hearted doctor who knows that life is more important than anything else.
Liu Jingheng was anxious, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on her forehead.
He watched helplessly as the army of ants was about to go away. The last one who fell behind, Little Confused, also followed the smell and found his family. He happily hurried home carrying food crumbs that were several times bigger than his body.
Liu Jingheng stretched out her hand, pointing at the opportunity that was about to escape, her beautiful brows deeply furrowed.
Cheng Yunqing didn't agree with him this time, but just shook his head.
As the army of ants continued to move away, Liu Jingheng's hands stretched longer and longer, with half of her body sticking out of the wheelchair.
Suddenly, I felt a sense of suspension under my buttocks, and then was pulled down by the strong force of gravity. My legs, which were originally stacked together, had no time to support myself, and I fell straight to the ground face first.
There was a bang, and it sounded very painful.
"Are you okay?" Cheng Yunqing frowned and ran over to help him.
Liu Jingheng raised her face from the soft soil and took a deep breath.
The sudden exclamation interrupted the crowd that was worshipping their ancestors not far away, and everyone looked over here in unison.
"Liu Jingheng, what do you want to do?" Qin Du's cold voice matched his cold expression perfectly.
Qin Du walked through the crowd and strode towards Liu Jingheng.
The ancestor worship activity requires everyone to be focused and sincere. Even if there are incidents in the middle, they should first ask the ancestors before taking any action.
But Qin Du ignored the host's eye signal and left the neat sacrificial team without permission.
The crowd began to whisper, with Qin Yuan as the representative:
"Well, you see, no one is as dear as his mother."
"You don't know yet, but the columbarium is where the old man's ex-wife, Qin Du's biological mother, is buried. She was the one who cheated on him and gave birth to a child for someone else."
As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Yuan's eyes suddenly went dark.
Qin Chuyao punched Qin Yuan, knocking him to the ground.
"You bark again, you bastard?! My grandma isn't that kind of person!"
Qin Yuan shouted:
"Of course not! You were still drinking milk when she was kicked out by your grandfather. What the hell do you know?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Chuyao rode on Qin Yuan and pinned him down. He raised his fist high and brought it down fiercely, punching him hard in the flesh. Several relatives came up to stop him but failed.
Qin Yuan's face was now fat and swollen, with blue and red mixed together.
Old Master Qin closed his eyes tiredly, his voice low and full of majesty:
"Qin Chuyao, if you continue to act like a fool in front of our ancestors, get out of here."
Qin Chuyao's flying fist that was about to fall suddenly stopped in mid-air, trembling, and his eyes were red with anger.
Qin Yuan was still shouting: "Go ahead and hit me! Let our ancestors see why they raised a useless thing like you!"
It was bustling over there, but on Liu Jingheng's side, it was dead quiet.
He was still lying on the ground, his face covered in black and yellow patches, like a little beggar.
A few small ants scurried past his hand in shame.
"Have you had enough of the trouble?" Qin Du's voice was cold and sharp.
Liu Jingheng's single-core processor ran for a long time before she remembered that she was a green tea cannon fodder.
He organized the lines in his head:
[I don't know what grudge Cheng Yunqing had against your ancestors. He wanted to dig up your ancestral grave. I didn't expect him to be such a bad person. I couldn't stand it and intervened. I'm sorry for meddling in other people's business.]
Liu Jingheng repeated it in her head, and when she saw a string of ants running by, she opened her mouth and said:
"Ant...bad, bad...?"
What's bad? A bad guy? This guy isn't even human.
Qin Du's fierce brows slowly furrowed, and his gaze followed Liu Jingheng's finger to the ant army.
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