Chapter 988: Open a grave

As Wang Le drove his car closer and closer to the floating mountain where his mother, Wang Xiaodie, was buried, this mind became even more frightened.
Because he had to think about the day before he left Feicheng, when he went down to the mountain in front of his mother's grave, he met the old white-haired farmer.
The reason was that the old man's things were stolen, and the thief ran to Fushan to worship his daughter, the yangzi.
Of course, these are just the words of the white-haired old man. There is no substantive evidence, but Wang Le believes in 10%. He has no doubt that the other party is telling lies.
After all, it is because the old man has no causal relationship with his Wang Le, so there is no need to spread this panic.
"What kind of treasure did Grandpa steal?"
"Well, I went to work and ran away, causing my grandson to suffer after him."
As Wang Le drove his car on the concrete road to Fushan, he thought of the tragic encounter that he had encountered the old man last time and then fled, and the owner of the inevitable murmured in his heart.
Thinking of this, Wang Le's brow frowned slightly, because today he moved the grave for his mother. As a son, he must be present.
Then the trouble that followed was what to do if the old man changed?
The hilltop of Fushan will be leveled and developed, and the old man lives here. Of course, he will know this, and then he will think a little deeper and know that the grave of Fushan will be removed.
At that time, Wang Le and Ji Yang came to worship Wang Xiaodie, and the old man knew it. Otherwise, Wang Le would not be stopped by him later, forcing Ji Yangzi's whereabouts to fall.
Wang Le's martial arts skills at the time were innate. In the face of this old man, he could only escape by looking at the wind. Now his combat power has increased greatly, but he still plays drums in his heart.
Because the grandfather Jiyang's practice is the existence of martial arts, but he is still a thief, instead of fighting with the old man to take things from the other's hands to the right and them away, which is evident.
Therefore, Wang Le, who has always been cautious in nature, is full of vigilance in his heart, and it is no surprise.
Even when Wang Le's mind was not his own, he ran down all the way, and at about nine o'clock in the morning, the two cars finally arrived at the foot of Fushan.
Along the way, Lu Yousan, who was sitting in the burgundy BMW X6 of the fat man, had already contacted the nearby residents through his mobile phone, so when they got there, these local farmers were already waiting at the foot of the mountain with tools.
After getting off the car, everyone didn't say a lot of greetings. Wang Le stuffed the seven local farmers in their fifties with two packs of Ninety Five Supreme Cigarettes, and then went up the mountain with the tools.
"Hope everything is going well today, don't kill that old guy again."
When he went up the mountain, Wang Le, who was walking in front of him, blinked his eyes and looked around, praying silently at the same time.
Of course, the worst plan, when Wang Le came here by car, he had already prepared his mind long ago, and said that he couldn't fight against each other.
As for victory or defeat, Wang Dashao didn't think much about it, even if he lost, escape was no problem.
So when eating at the roadside stall in the morning, Wang Le also shot the vaccination ahead of time with the fat man, that is, do n’t move in any situation today, just pretend that you do n’t know, and you must walk too close.
Although the fat man was so confused that he was about to move to a grave, how could he die and live, but he did not hesitate to agree, and he did n’t ask much.
Because in the eyes of the fat man, this dead party has always been targeted and will not talk nonsense without any reason.
In this way, over a dozen individuals, led by Wang Le, spent twenty minutes at Wang Xiaodie's grave.
At this time, three shots were made, and the sun was also very strong. In addition, climbing up from the foot of the mountain was a violent exercise. Wang Le and the seven local farmers were okay, and their physical strength was sufficient, but Fat and Lu Yousan were two. No more, sweating heavily, walked off the mountainside to take off the coat, and tore open the collar.
Especially when Lu Yousan climbed up, he stooped and spit out a dim sky, apparently the master who emptied his body with wine.
When Wang Le saw this, he had to let the fat man and Lu Yousan find a place to rest and recover their strength. As for the next thing, he led the seven old farmers to work.
According to the local customs of Yuefang, the grave should be taken out before the sun rises, but the fat man is too young to think so much. Although Wang Le gradually started to believe in these things, he did not realize this. So I ran here at half-morning.
As for the old farmers, of course they ca n’t eat and remind them of these very taboo things. One thing is not as good as one thing. They just need to work to get money and work.
However, the old farmers were still a little conscience. They prepared the black gauze tents in advance. They were very skilled in nailing four long wooden sticks on the ground around Wang Xiaodie's grave, and then tied the gauze tents on it to become a sunshade. The sun shone into the grave.
With good hands and feet, he made these preliminary preparations. Wang Le took the cigarette in his mouth and lit long firecrackers and fireworks.
"Ping Pong Pong"
"Bang Bang"
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When the firecrackers and fireworks were all blown up, the seven veterans took their tools and were very familiar with the excavation of the grave.
Wang Leci started to dig a bit with a shovel symbolically, and then stood behind the sun with his hands on his back, showing no emotion on his face, Gu Jing watching silently.
Many people have great power, UU reads www. uukanshu.com Moreover, these seven veterans are all good at working, so as time goes by, Wang Xiaodie's grave is gradually dug up, exposing the corner coffin boards.
When the overweight fat man took a bottle of mineral water and walked to Wang Le and handed it to the other party, he saw the old peasants in front of him weird and whispered in suspicion.
"Well, look at this exposed coffin board like it's new?"
"I see that the tombstones outside have been beaten by the wind and rain for less than 20 years. It is supposed that the coffins buried in the soil have almost decayed, right?"
"Many graves have been opened recently. It's really a strange thing today, a little unlucky!"
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Wang Le and the fat man saw the work of these old farmers slow down, and whispered, apparently absent-minded, with a strange feeling that could not be explained.
Especially Wang Le, because her own mother was buried underneath, and she felt the spine bones numb.