Liu Mingzhi looked at the confused look on Ling Yang's hand-held jade pendant, and felt slightly at a loss.
"Could someone deliberately use that information to mislead us?"
Ling Yang held the jade pendant and shook his head with a gloomy expression: "I don't rule out this possibility, but what is his purpose for doing this?"
"You want us to be branded as being unfilial?"
"Being unfilial may cause some criticism, but it won't cause us any loss, right?"
"And we are the only ones who know that we opened the coffin to conduct the autopsy. Qi Yun, Miss Yun Shu, and Weier need not say much about their feelings for you. Naturally, this matter will not be spread out and make you bear the name of being unfilial. "
"As for me, I won't be so stupid as to spread the word about digging my parents' graves."
After hearing this, Liu Mingzhi lowered his head and pondered for a moment.
"In other words, the authenticity of the information contained in the information is actually very certain."
Ling Yang hesitated for a moment and nodded slightly.
"maybe!"
Liu Mingzhi hesitated for a moment, squatted into the coffin again, raised his hand and gently tugged on the rotten brocade clothes.
When Ling Yang saw this, he also looked over.
Quietly looking at the exposed bones, Liu Mingzhi began to fumble with his fingers.
"Looking at the bone quality, he is about forty years old, which is almost the same age as his third uncle. The pubic bone can be seen to be a man, which is very consistent with the identity of his third uncle."
"Could this skeleton really be that of Third Uncle, and have we really been misled?"
Ling Yang looked at the bones in the coffin, with a hint of sadness in his eyes.
"Besides these, is there any other way to tell whether this skeleton is my father?"
Liu Mingzhi shook his head regretfully: "After so many years, I can only make guesses like this."
"Unless there is something obviously different about Third Uncle from ordinary people."
Ling Yang was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and muttered: "Different places?"
After thinking for a long time, Ling Yang's eyes lit up and he suddenly hit the calf bone of the arrow bone with one finger.
"When my father was exterminating bandits, his left leg was unfortunately shot by a stray arrow and the bone was injured. If it hadn't been for the rejuvenation of your father's master Sai Huatuo, my father might have become a lame long ago. Although the wound was healed, But there should be scars on the bones from the past."
"Look at it quickly!"
Liu Mingzhi breathed out softly and hesitantly picked up the leg bone under his feet and started to look at it.
When he saw the mark left by the arrow on the leg bone, Liu Mingzhi's eyes revealed a sense of relief, but also a look of surprise and uncertainty.
Liu Mingzhi saw the marks on the bones, and Ling Yang could also see them clearly.
The confusion in his eyes was self-evident.
Everything shows that this skeleton is his biological father, Ling Daoming.
Liu Mingzhi glanced at the other two skeletons, with a look of doubt on his face.
Carefully putting the leg bones back into place, Liu Mingzhi reached out and took the jade talisman in Ling Yang's hand and put it back into place, then jumped out of the coffin with a slight jump.
Looking at Ling Yang who was also at a loss, Young Master Liu sighed melancholy.
The two brothers are confused now. Things seem to be a little beyond their expectations.
"Really the third uncle?"
"Facts speak louder than words!"
Liu Mingzhi turned around and glanced at the coffin on one side, with lingering doubts in his eyes.
After letting out a long sigh, Liu Mingzhi nodded slightly.
"Seal the coffin!"
Ling Yang nodded hesitantly, kowtowed to the coffin a few times, picked up the sword stuck on the ground and walked slowly towards the distance until he completely disappeared.
Liu Dashan saw the situation and nodded with a wry smile.
He began to sort out the coffin lid alone.
After a few sticks of incense, Young Master Liu knelt in front of the newly piled grave, lit another ingot candle, kowtowed a few times, and walked towards the three daughters of Qi Yun not far away with a complex expression.
The third uncle and the two aunts have spirits in heaven, so don't blame the children for their nagging.
The child is now in a daze. He always feels like there are a pair of invisible big hands covering the child's head, controlling everything about the child.
In the dark, the child's feeling became clearer and clearer, but he couldn't catch anything.
Maybe the child is under too much pressure and has fantasies of being persecuted.
But the child knows very well how awake he is now.
This passive feeling is really uncomfortable.
"Yun'er, Wei'er, Yun Shu, let's go back!"
Hearing Young Master Liu's words, the three women hurriedly came forward to greet him.
Ling Weier's pretty face looked at Young Master Liu with confusion: "Brother Zhi, is it... inside?"
Liu Mingzhi frowned slightly, looked at Ling Weier with a complicated expression and nodded hesitantly: "Third uncle... I guess so!"
Ling Weier's expression was a little painful and a little disappointed, and she sighed slightly.
"Brother Zhi, Weier feels uncomfortable and sad right now. Can you understand my mood now?"
"Yes, Weier, the deceased is gone, let her pass by."
Ling Weier nodded lightly, glanced at the newly piled graves not far away, walked towards the horse beside her, grabbed the water bag on the horse's back and handed it to Young Master Liu.
"Brother Zhi, wash your hands."
"good!"
Young Master Liu could now smell the stench of decay on his body. He took the water bag handed over by Ling Weier and began to wash it gently.
Qi Yun and the two girls also hurriedly took off the water bag and handed it to Mr. Liu, for fear that one water bag would not be enough.
After drinking tea, Young Master Liu felt that his body was much cleaner. He returned the water bag to the three girls, looked back at the graves of Ling Daoming and his wife, got on his horse and turned towards the south of Jinling City.
"Go and pay homage to sister Ruyi, and then let's go back home!"
The three women also got on their horses and turned around. Ling Weier looked around on the horse and did not find Ling Yang's figure.
He looked a little disappointed and looked at Young Master Liu regretfully.
"Brother Zhi, brother is gone again?"
"Yeah, he's getting more and more like a dragon but never ends!"
"Sometimes even I don't know what he is busy with. After the death of my third uncle, his temperament changed drastically!"
Ling Weier sighed slightly.
"That's all. As long as he's fine, Wei'er will be relieved. Let's go pay homage to sister Ruyi first."
The horses' hooves rolled, and the four divine horses trampled through the muddy snow and rushed towards the south of the city.
After being away from home for many years, Liu Mingzhi had not paid homage to this girl Ruyi for a long time. Now, taking advantage of the opportunity of his third uncle, he happened to stop by to pay homage and make up for the guilt he felt back then.
It has been ten years since the wishful things happened. How many decades can there be in life?
Even so, Liu Mingzhi still couldn't let go of the past when Ruyi died tragically because of him.
If I hadn't been a bad person back then, maybe this little girl would have a good home now.
The four people and their horses disappeared on the muddy path, and a figure flashed around Ling Daoming's grave. It was Ling Yang who had just walked away with the sword in his arms.
Glancing at the newly piled graves, Ling Yang held his breath and looked around before leaping towards the woods not far away.
Picking a tree trunk with a thick trunk, Ling Yang jumped lightly and landed on the trunk, hiding his figure.
His eyes happened to fall on the tomb dozens of steps away. Although it was blocked by dead branches, the view was already good.
Half an hour, half an hour, an hour...
The sky darkened, and Ling Yang quietly felt the cold wind whistling above the tree trunks, staring intently at the tomb not far away.
After knowing that the afterglow of the sun has completely disappeared, not to mention the silhouette of a human being in front of the grave, not even a single bird has fallen down.
Ling Yang's cold eyes were full of disappointment, and he closed his eyes resignedly.
There is a self-deprecating smile on the corner of the mouth!
"Resurrected from the dead, how could I have such a ridiculous idea!"
When Ling Yang opened his eyes again, there was a hint of resignation.
Gently leaping down the tree trunk, Ling Yang's figure disappeared under the dim sky.
Only a solitary grave was left standing in the cold wind.
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