Yushan Village, back mountain.
The wind was blowing, and the coldness swept through the surrounding flowers, plants and trees, making a rustling sound.
Xie Lanzhi and Qin Shu stood on the top of the hillside, looking at a dozen people with flashlights digging a grave at the bottom of the valley.
Qin Hairui, who was called over, said with an unpleasant expression: "What was Sixth Uncle thinking? Why did he bury Qin Baozhu here?"
On the opposite side of the hillside is the Qin family’s ancestral tomb, which stretches for several kilometers.
Qin Shu pulled her windbreaker and said calmly, "Sixth Uncle is more humane than us."
Seeing that Qin Shu was cold, Xie Lanzhi opened his woolen coat and wrapped her petite body in the warm clothes.
"I see there are quite a few graves down there. Should it be okay for Qin Baozhu to be buried here?"
Qin Shu leaned in the man's arms: "It may be okay for others to be buried here, but I can't say for sure about Qin Baozhu. I suspect she has some hidden plans."
Qin Hairui became interested and asked in a low voice, "Do you suspect she is dead?"
"Hmm——" Qin Shu responded lazily.
Qin Hairui was just joking, but when he saw that Qin Shu really believed it, his face suddenly darkened.
"That can't be possible. Qin Baozhu is a criminal. If she dies, there will definitely be an autopsy."
In his opinion, Qin Baozhu's plan to escape from prison was nothing but a daydream.
Qin Shu said in a depressed tone: "I'm not sure either, it's just a guess. Once we're done, we'll find out after we check it out."
She didn’t know if it was because of the bad weather today, but she felt particularly cold.
The chill of the cold wind penetrated her clothes, like countless tiny needles drilling into her bones.
"Ooooooooo… my precious orb!"
"Why can't you just let it go? Isn't it better to live a good life?"
Suddenly, the crying of Zhao Erniu was heard from the bottom of the valley.
The three people standing on the hillside looked in the direction of the sound and found that Qin Baozhu's coffin had been buried.
Qin Jianmin looked at his pregnant wife, who was heartbroken, and stared at her belly worriedly, scolding her in an unhappy tone.
"Why are you crying? It would be better if she died. It would save our Qin family from shame!"
Zhao Erniu watched the younger generations of the clan begin to bury the body. She knelt on the ground and cried, but she did not dare to speak any more.
Half an hour later.
A new grave appeared in the col.
Qin Jianmin supported the weak Zhao Erniu and left without stopping, not waiting for even a second.
As soon as they left, Qin Hairui followed.
"I'll go call someone. You and your brother-in-law wait for a moment."
"Got it, go and come back soon."
Xie Lanzhi watched his brother-in-law run away, with an expression of wanting to say something but stopping himself.
He lowered his eyes to look at Qin Shu, whose face was tense in his arms: "Are you sure you want to do this?"
Qin Shu raised her delicate face illuminated by the moonlight and said in a playful tone, "I'm not afraid to tell you that I asked my eldest brother to dig up the Qin family's ancestral grave yesterday."
"..." Xie Lanzhi's breath was choked: "Ah Shu, the dead are the greatest, it would be bad if others knew about it."
Qin Su dragged out a casual tone and asked in a calm voice: "Are you someone else too?"
Xie Lanzhi pinched her earlobe and said with a gentle smile, "I am one of us. It's just that if people knew about the digging of our ancestors' graves, it would be used as a handle to attack you."
Qin Shu sneered and said indifferently: "I'm not afraid. Do you think Sixth Uncle doesn't know that the Qin family's ancestral tomb is guarded by clan members all year round?"
Qin Hairui and his cousins were able to successfully dig up the ancestral grave, which must have been done with the consent of their sixth uncle.
The Qin family ancestral tomb is the tomb of their ancestors.
It is also an important place of the Qin family, and outsiders cannot enter easily.
When Qin Hairui and his companions stepped into the cemetery, they had already been noticed.
Xie Lanzhi didn't know what was going on in the Qin family. He was stunned for a moment and asked in confusion, "Why do you want to dig up the ancestral grave?"
Qin Shu concealed the deep thought in her eyes and said in a low voice, "My grandfather's body is gone."
My grandfather has only been dead for a few years, it is impossible for his body to rot. There must be something fishy going on.
But I don’t know if Sixth Uncle is aware of this.
"Ah Shu!"
Qin Hairui's low voice calling out came from behind, along with the sound of messy footsteps.
Qin Shu broke away from Xie Lanzhi's warm embrace and turned to look at Qin Hairui and other brothers in the clan.
Qin Hairui, holding a shovel, said anxiously, "Ah Shu, the situation has changed. Sixth Uncle is bringing people here!"
Hearing that Sixth Uncle was coming, Qin Shu's eyes darkened. She pulled Xie Lanzhi's hand and hid in the bushes nearby.
"All of you find a place to hide, don't let Sixth Uncle find you!"
"knew!"
Qin Hairui and his cousins immediately found a place to hide.
A few minutes later, the Sixth Uncle led the young men of the clan to Qin Baozhu's grave.
The old man's majestic voice was filled with a chilling tone: "Dig it up!"
"Yes, Patriarch!"
A group of shirtless young men wielding shovels dug up the newly buried grave.
Qin Hairui quietly came to Qin Shu's side and asked in a low voice: "What is Sixth Uncle going to do?"
It seems... that he has bad intentions.
Qin Shu stared sharply at her sixth uncle who was standing at the foot of the mountain: "Let's take a look first."
Sixth Uncle, please don't be in cahoots with Qin Baozhu.
Otherwise, don't blame her for using her status as the heir of the Qin family to clean up the mess!
Soon, Qin Shu knew what Sixth Uncle was going to do.
"Nail the coffin for me!"
Qin Baozhu's coffin was dug out, and Sixth Uncle stepped forward and gave orders in a stern voice.
Then, Qin Shu saw the tribesmen below take out long iron nails and nail the coffin tightly.
“Bang!”
"Bang! Bang! Bang—"
The dull sound of hammers hitting each other rose and fell in the back mountain, creating a terrifying and eerie atmosphere.
Qin Shu swallowed nervously twice, her heart beating hard.
If Qin Baozhu was really alive, Sixth Uncle would have suffocated her to death in the coffin.
After a while, someone reported: "Chief! They were all nailed to the cross!"
The Sixth Uncle took out a stack of yellow paper talismans from his bosom and handed them to the people around him: "Stick the talismans on the coffin and cover it with soil again."
When Qin Hairui saw this scene, his mouth opened wide.
"Oh my god! How come Sixth Uncle is still into feudal superstition!"
Qin Shu looked at the busy tribesmen below and wondered how she would know.
Xie Lanzhi suddenly asked, "Do you smell any blood?"
Qin Shu sniffed the air and really smelled a faint smell of blood.
"Where did the blood come from? Is anyone injured down there?"
She subconsciously thought that some of the tribesmen were injured while digging a coffin or hammering nails.
Xie Lanzhi pointed to the Qin clan members who were sticking talismans on the coffin in the valley.
"I suspect the talisman paper is made of blood."
Qin Shu didn't take it seriously and looked at him with raised eyebrows: "You seem to understand a lot."
Xie Lanzhi frowned and said, "Hong Kong attaches great importance to Feng Shui metaphysics. Grandpa also attaches great importance to these things. I know a little bit about them."
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