Chapter 362 Crushed to Ashes
"Not everyone has a conscience."
Xie Nanzhi's eyes were firm yet gentle. "Not everyone is as kind as you. Wei Chizheng, it's their fault. They are the ones who should feel ashamed."
Wei Chizheng looked at her, his eyes red-rimmed. Only in front of her could he vent his emotions without restraint.
Because the case occurred so long ago, the investigation is extremely difficult, especially since the person in charge at the time, Wei Chizheng's older brother, has passed away. It is incredibly difficult to find out the truth of what happened back then.
However, the escalation of this incident led to the complete demise of the Wei Group.
The Wei Group's stock crashed in just a few days, and the once-glorious Wei Group became history.
Wei Chizheng chose an auspicious burial site for Lu Yiming and a date for his burial, thinking that the matter was now settled.
On the day of Lu Yiming's funeral, Wei Yongxian arrived.
Wei Yongxian's hair turned white overnight, and he looked ten years older. He had always been ambitious and wanted to take over the Wei Group.
In the end, he did achieve it, but he never expected it to be just a flash in the pan.
Perhaps having experienced it before, it wasn't all that great. Wei Yongxian was more peaceful than expected. He came to the funeral, offered a bouquet of flowers, and said softly, "Your uncle was a good person. He didn't have many tricks up his sleeve. He was an honest man. I just never thought he would end up like this."
Wei Chizheng stood in the bleak wind, the rustling leaves disturbing his peace of mind. "You still remember my uncle, that's really something."
Wei Yongxian laughed, "I am ambitious, but I have never had any ill intentions towards your uncle. He is a simple and honest person, which makes it impossible for me to be bad to him."
Lu Yiming is a rough and unrefined man, without many tricks up his sleeve. In all the years he has run a construction team, he has never been late with his workers' wages. Just based on this, he is much better than most contractors.
Setting down the chrysanthemums in his hand, Wei Yongxian took off his sunglasses and looked at Wei Chizheng. "I'm here today to tell you something. It's about your uncle from back then."
Wei Chizheng's pupils dilated for a moment, and he hurriedly looked over.
"Actually, your uncle contacted me before he disappeared. He and your older brother had a huge dispute over building materials. Not long after, I heard that the two of them got into a fight. Your older brother was hospitalized that time. According to people who were there at the time, your uncle was really bad, and he was yelling, 'How could you be so cruel? He's your own brother!' Two days after this incident, your uncle disappeared."
From what she had overheard, Xie Nanzhi had a rough idea of ​​why Wei Chizheng's older brother wanted to take action against Lu Yiming.
She looked at Wei Chizheng, whose eyes clearly revealed murderous intent.
Although it was the height of summer, the wind in the cemetery carried an eerie atmosphere that sent chills down one's spine.
After the funeral, Wei Chizheng remained silent on his way back.
As they approached the city, Wei Chizheng suddenly stopped them. "Mulin, let's go to Wei Xuechen's grave. I want to see my good brother."
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As the black sedan stopped at the entrance of the cemetery, the last rays of sunlight on the horizon were swallowed up by dark clouds.
Wei Chi pushed open the car door, his leather shoes making a dull sound on the soft soil, much like the heavy hatred pressing down on his heart, so heavy it was hard to breathe.
Xie Nanzhi walked beside him, with Mu Lin following behind.
The cemetery was eerily quiet, with only the whistling of the wind through the leaves and the occasional chirping of insects in the distance, which only made it seem more desolate.
Every year on the anniversary of Wei Xuechen's death, he would come to pay his respects. He could walk this road with his eyes closed and never make a mistake.
We soon found Wei Xuechen's tombstone, a cold black marble slab engraved with her name and dates of birth and death. The person in the photo smiled gently, but now it seemed more hypocritical than the twilight of the cemetery.
Wei Chizheng squatted down, his fingertips tracing the name on the tombstone, his tone full of sarcasm, his nails almost digging into the cold stone, "Good brother, I've come to see you. Aren't you surprised that I'm coming to see you at this time? Of course, I want to see what color your heart is."
Hatred coiled around his heart like vines, tightening ever more.
Suddenly, Wei Chizheng kicked the tombstone, a sinister smile on his face. "Mu Lin, dig it up."
Mu Lin was taken aback. "What?"
He thought he had misheard.
Wei Chizheng stared at the photo on the tombstone, his smile deepening. "Dig out the urn."
Mu Lin and Xie Nanzhi exchanged glances, their eyes clearly pleading for help, hoping Xie Nanzhi would persuade Wei Chizheng not to act impulsively.
Xie Nanzhi glanced at it casually and said, "I remember there's a shovel in the trunk. Mu Lin, go get it."
What?
He wanted Xie Nanzhi to persuade the Second Master, but instead, she ended up helping him.
These two are both incredibly crazy.
Helpless, Mu Lin had no choice but to go to the car to get a shovel as Xie Nanzhi instructed. By the time he returned, the sun had already completely set.
The entire cemetery became even more eerie.
This was the first time Mu Lin had ever dug up someone's grave, and he was a little unsure where to begin.
Seeing this, Wei Chi snatched the shovel from Mu Lin's hand and shoveled it into the soil, again and again, his movements rough and decisive. Soil splattered onto his suit pants, but he was completely unaware.
Sweat trickled down his forehead and down his cheek, finally dripping into the soil, mingling with the turned, damp earth, making it impossible to distinguish whether it was sweat or a silent accusation.
After digging for about half an hour, Wei Chizheng finally stopped when the shovel hit the wooden urn.
He was breathing heavily, the hatred in his eyes almost overflowing. He reached out and took out the urn, a smile curving his lips, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.
"Wei Xuechen, you have wronged me so much. Now that you are dead, I must do something."
Mu Lin stood beside Xie Nanzhi and asked in a low voice, "Sister-in-law, is Second Master going to grind my bones to ashes?"
Xie Nanzhi felt no sympathy for Wei Xuechen, even though she had never met him, even though he was now nothing but ashes. "He deserved it, didn't he?"
Fine, let's pretend he didn't ask.
Without saying a word, Wei Chizheng opened the urn containing ashes.
The next second, Wei Chizheng was stunned.
There was no further action taken.
Mu Lin and Xie Nanzhi, not knowing what was going on, stepped forward and asked, "What's wrong?"
Wei Chizheng showed the urn to Xie Nanzhi with a puzzled look on his face. It was empty, with only a thin layer of dust, and not a trace of ashes.
Xie Nanzhi frowned, "How could this be..."
Wei Chizheng's mind was also blank.
Could it be...?
Did Wei Xuechen not die back then?
Is this all a scam?
Countless questions swirled in Wei Chizheng's mind. Holding the empty urn, he stood in the cold cemetery, feeling a chill run from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, making him shiver involuntarily.
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