Chapter 614 Grave Bag

"Ah..."

The man with a hoe in his hand dressed as a villager and was shocked by the weekend's fist. He couldn't help but take three steps back and exclaimed at the same time.

"No...don't kill me...don't kill me..."

The villagers looked panicked and looked at the weekend like ghosts.

Not only that, but the other seven or eight villagers also threw away the hoes in their hands. Their faces were frightened and their legs couldn't help trembling. The two timid young men even simply crawled on the ground and shouted repeatedly, "Forgive me...don't kill us... spare our lives..."

Looking at the seven or eight frightened villagers around him, and then looking at the lonely grave bag, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief on the weekend. Fortunately, he appeared in time. Otherwise, the grave bag would have been dug up by these villagers.

"Why did you dig my grandfather's grave?"

Although the grave bag was not damaged, he was still angry on the weekend. He swept everyone coldly and asked coldly.

"We...we..."

The villagers were shocked one by one and could not speak well.

It's not to blame these people for being timid. It's really too strange to appear on weekends, as if they appeared out of thin air. Moreover, his fists are infinitely powerful characters that these mountain people have never seen before.

"Ty!" Seeing that everyone hesitated, the weekend was even more angry.

At this time, the female bandit Qi Baobao and Zhou's father and mother all caught up.

Seeing the villagers whose faces were almost collapsed by the weekend's fist, Zhou's father frowned slightly and then asked, "Lao Luo, what are you doing?"

"Hmm?"

After listening to Zhou's father's words, the villager "Lao Luo" was slightly stunned and then reacted: "Are you Lao Zhou?"

With that, Lao Luo looked at the weekend and asked uncertainly, "Are you Lao Zhou's son on the weekend?"

When he saw Lao Luo looking at himself on the weekend, he frowned slightly. At this time, he finally remembered that Lao Luo was his neighbor in Xiaosang Village, but because he had not seen him for more than ten years, he was almost unable to recognize him. Because I was angry, I simply pretended not to know Lao Luo, "Uncle Luo" on weekends.

"Yes!" Zhou's father nodded slightly, and his face was full of anger. Obviously, he was also very angry with the behavior of the villagers. After a pause, he asked Lao Luo and said, "Lao Luo, how can you dig my grave? This is not a real thing!"

"No." After listening to Zhou's father's words, Lao Luo quickly explained and said, "Zhou, did you misunderstand?"

"Misunderstanding?" Zhou's father was slightly angry and said, "What's the misunderstanding after you all carried the hoe to the grave?"

"Alas...that's it?" After listening to Zhou's father's words, everyone was dumbfounded, especially Lao Luo, and quickly explained, "Lao Zhou, you really misunderstood. We are not here to dig your grave, but to dig herbs!"

With that, Lao Luo also took out a pile of roots of plants from a linen pocket on the ground and showed them to others on the weekend.

"Yes, yes!" Everyone also said quickly, "Lao Zhou, how can our villagers dare to dig graves such an immoral thing? We are digging herbs to sell them on the street!"

"Hmm?" After listening to Lao Luo and others, I noticed on the weekend that although there were traces of excavation around the grave bag, the only grave bag was not damaged.

The village name of Xiaosang Village will go to the mountain to dig herbs and sell them on the street in late autumn and early winter. He lived in Xiaosang Village for a few years on weekends. He still remembers that he also went up the mountain with Zhou's father when he was a child.

Before, he didn't see it clearly because it was far away, and subconsciously, he was worried that Zhou Mingxue's grave bag would be dug up by the villagers on weekends, so he misunderstood Lao Luo's villagers.

"Is that true?" After Lao Luo's reminder, Zhou's father also found that everyone was not digging graves but herbs, and his face couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

The murderous weekend a second ago, he became a handyman in the baby travel agency. Like serving those tricky diners in a small restaurant, he quickly took out three yuan a pack of cigarettes from his pocket with a smile, and then handed them to the villagers present one by one.

It's not that he is stingy on weekends and doesn't want to give Jinkang to everyone to draw, but that the villagers are simple. The "Baikang" with three yuan a package is satisfied. If it is Jinkang, there is a suspicion of contempt for the villagers.

"Uncle Luo, I'm really sorry. I'm just too worried that something will go wrong with my grandfather's grave to misunderstand you." While handing over cigarettes on the weekend, he explained, "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry!"

Of course, although Lao Luo and other villagers were misunderstood on weekends, these villagers' practices are still quite excessive. How can they dig herbs next to other people's ancestral graves?

Moreover, judging from the extent of the excavation of the hoe, if it goes further, the grave bag will really be destroyed.

The reason why Lao Luo and other villagers dig herbs here is mostly because they think that their family has moved to Kangcheng on weekends. They will leave after digging herbs and will not be found.

Otherwise, why is it that only Zhou Mingxue's grave is dug up, and the other graves are fine?

It is also because of the fluke mentality that after receiving the cigarettes on the weekend, a group of villagers felt embarrassed and quickly left in frustration.

Lao Luo and other villagers left, and the surroundings became quiet.

So, on the weekend and others began to worship Zhou Mingxue's grave bags, burning incense and paper, which was smoky.

Not to mention this, he personally swung his head on the weekend and repaired all the weeds around the grave and the places that were turned over by Lao Luo and other villagers.

Then, Zhou's father and mother bowed deeply in front of the grave, and knelt down directly in front of the grave on the weekend.

At present, the female bandit Qi Baobao is at most a weekend girlfriend. She is not a weekend woman. Naturally, she has no obligation to kneel down, but she took the initiative to do so and kneel side by side in front of the grave with the weekend.

Then, he kowtowed respectfully with Qi Baobao on the weekend, three times in a row.

"Good! OK!" Looking at the scene of Zhou and Qi Baobao kowtodding in front of the grave, Zhou's father, who seldom talked, couldn't help sighing. He looked up at the sky and his eyes turned red, "Dad, Uncle Ming, I finally grew up on the weekend!"

Then, under Zhou's mother's insistence, the female bandit Qi Baobao stood up and stood up, but on the weekend was unwilling to stand up anyway, especially when she heard the "Uncle Ming" in Zhou's father's mouth.

"Dad, Mom, and Grandpa, Grandpa Zhou, you have suffered for me!" On the weekend, I stared at the grave bag, as if I saw the old man in rags and carrying wine gourds everywhere.

The grandfather in the weekend is naturally Li Xuanming, who is also Zhou Mingxue, while Grandpa Zhou is Zhou's father, the man who was a life-and-death brother with Li Xuanming and was then killed by Li Xuanji.

"Son, you just came back from the imperial capital. You should know everything, right?" Zhou's father listened to the weekend's words, sighed long, and then stared at the grave bag and was stunned.

"Hmm!" On the weekend, he emphasized, "For good that my sister is here, otherwise you would have been killed by Li Dameng's big stick a few days ago!"

"It's all over!" Zhou's father smiled faintly and didn't care about anything.

In fact, when Li Dameng sent a big god stick to kill Zhou's father and mother overnight, Zhou's father and mother almost died, and Zhou Xiaomo appeared in time to kill the big god stick.

However, when asked this weekend, Zhou's father just smiled faintly and didn't care at all. Obviously, he was unwilling to let himself blame himself on the weekend.

On the side, Zhou's mother also said, "Son, since you already know everything, work harder to be worthy of Uncle Ming, your murdered parents and grandmother..."

"Dad, Mom, I know!" After listening to Zhou's father and mother's words, he clenched his fists on the weekend.

At the time of the bloody explosion, he was just born on the weekend. He couldn't remember the appearance of his biological mother, and couldn't remember whether his grandmother had a chance to hug him at that time. He couldn't even remember how Li Xuanming held himself and resisted the power of the bomb with his dark strength and body...

Although I visited that bloody history on the weekend, I didn't have many memories.

"Child, get up quickly. The past can't be traced. If Uncle Ming is still there, he doesn't want you to kneel here. It's easy to catch a cold and is bad for your health." Zhou's mother came forward and helped her up on the weekend.

"Children, life still needs to go on." Zhou's father also said, "Uncle Ming tried his best to save you from the sea of fire. I hope you can become a talent and continue the incense of the Li family. Since you know what happened in those years, don't be discouraged. You should work hard to take back the glory and glory that once belonged to you!"

"Dad, Mom, I will definitely work hard!" He nodded hard on the weekend, "But you will always be my parents!"

"Good!" Zhou's father and mother looked at each other and smiled, with moist eyes.

The female bandit Qi Baoyi beside her listened to the dialogue of the family of three, and her throat was choked and her eyes were wet.

Then, on the weekend, the height of one box after another in the car was moved to the grave, one bottle was opened, and all of them were poured by the grave.

"Grandpa, you drunken old man, Sun used to have no money to buy you wine and drink, but also deducted your wine money to buy toys. Now, I bought you several boxes. You can have a full drink..."

Several large boxes of Erguotou fell on the grave, making the air around it filled with the smell of wine.

After a pause, Zhou's father said to the weekend, "Son, Grandpa explained before he died. He said that if one day you make a fortune, he hopes to move his grave to the ancestral hall of the Li family."

"That's what I plan to do!" On the weekend, he nodded vibly, "Grandpa is the eldest son of the Li family and the legitimate heir. Just because of Li Xuanji, the adopted son of the wolf's ambition, he left his hometown, died in a foreign country, and became a lonely ghost!"

He has already thought about the weekend. In the past two days, he has asked A Weiwei, Li Tian and others to move the grave.

After paying tribute to Li Xuanming, the group left the grave bag reluctantly on the weekend.

The fiery red Ferrari is running on the country road, which is very eye-catching, causing countless children to scream in the village...

......

In the evening, another luxury car drove into Xiaosang Village.

However, this car is not a fiery red Ferrari, but a silver-white Hummer.

The car, as its name is, the Hummer is galloping on the country road, like a run-deed wild horse.

Soon, the Humma che stopped at the end of the road. An old man in a black robe and a crutch in his hand got out of the car and walked to the grave bag halfway up the mountain. Behind him, he followed two men in red suits.

The old man has a pair of black toad sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, which is Li Xuanji!

"Brother, it's been 22 years, exactly 22 years, and we have finally seen it!"

Staring at the tomb bag without tombstones, Li Xuanji's eyes were full of murderous intent: "Now, you are lying under the ground, and I am still alive. Is this victory or defeat?"

"No! I thought I had won, but I didn't expect that you were not killed. Not only were you not killed, but you also hid in Kangcheng.

"I don't blame you for enjoying happiness in Kangcheng. I hate you for raising a grandson who is right with me!"

When he said this, the dragon crutch in Li Xuanji's hand suddenly stabbed into the grave bag and said, "You must be looking forward to seeing my joke now, right? But what I want to tell you is that I will soon be killed on the weekend!"