Chapter 10459
I heard the old man talking to himself continuously.
The two brothers exchanged glances several times, and both saw surprise in each other's eyes.
Listening to what grandpa said, it seemed that my eldest brother was not dead, but went to study in another place. If something was missing, I would send a message to my family and try to help.
It seems that it is still a place that comes and goes...
A gust of wind blew by, causing the ashes of the papyrus in front of him to fly up.
Like a group of black butterflies, they flew up and pounced on Brother Yang Yongqing's face.
Yang Yongqing quickly raised his arm to wave away.
Yang Yongjin also stepped aside.
And under the feet, or behind the big tree, or next to the ears, the top of the head...
In short, at a very close distance, the grandfather and grandson heard a cough very clearly.
This cough sounds like the sound of a person who smokes too much and has a bad throat, and needs to clear his throat from time to time.
This kind of sound is very common. Everyone clears their throat. Even if you don't smoke, sometimes your throat just feels uncomfortable and you feel that there is phlegm stuck in your throat, so you will clear it.
Not unusual at first.
However, at this moment, when it was put here and passed into the ears of these three masters, it struck them like a bolt of lightning!
Why?
Because none of them cleared their throats!
In the nearby forest, there was no fourth person at all.
So, who made that real throat-clearing sound that just hit my ears?
"Second brother, don't look at me, I swear I didn't clear my throat!"
Seeing Yang Yongjin staring directly at him, Yang Yongqing quickly waved his hand.
Yang Yongjin cast his blank gaze on Old Yangtou again, seeming to be asking.
Old Yangtou's pupils shrank slightly, and the muscles on his face twitched.
"It's me, my throat doesn't feel right."
"Xu..."
Yang Yongqing breathed a sigh of relief.
"Master, you scared me. If you had told me earlier, I thought it wasn't the three of us..."
Yang Yongjin did not breathe a sigh of relief, but continued to look at Old Yangtou with suspicion.
If I remember correctly, the clearing of the throat earlier did not come from the mouth of the old man.
The clearing of the throat before was obviously the sound of a relatively young person, a person in their prime!
Besides, it’s not like Yang Yongjin has never heard me clearing my throat, it’s not like this at all!
Okay, I want to take over this matter...then take it over!
"Master, the fever is almost done, let's go back!" Yang Yongjin suggested.
I don’t want to stay in this damn place any longer.
Old Yang nodded, "I will burn the book in my hand and leave. If you are in a hurry, just wait for me outside the forest."
"What are you talking about? We are not in a hurry!" Yang Yongjin said.
Yang Yongqing also grinned and said, "I'll leave you here alone. What will you do if you get lost? It will be even more difficult!"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a crisp sound behind the three of them.
This crisp sound is so familiar to them!
Because they went into the forest first, they didn’t hear too many noises like this!
That was the sound of branches being trampled down.
The three of them turned their heads, only to find that there was no one behind them.
But the dead branch on the ground not far away was indeed broken by trampling on it, and the broken part was still trembling slightly.
"Nothing, nothing. There are a lot of squirrels in this forest. Maybe that squirrel jumped on top and crushed it!"
Old Yangtou was the first to retract his gaze and explained this imagination in a calm tone. However, the movement of burning the book in his hand became more urgent...
Yang Yongqing stood up, took a few steps forward with his head in his head, and glanced at the broken dead branches on the ground.
"Master, you're not good at this. This dead branch is a bit thick. Unless the little squirrel weighs thirty or forty pounds, it can jump down and crush it..."
"But the question is, is a little squirrel that weighs thirty or forty pounds still a little squirrel? Could it be Piggy?"
Even if it is a piggy, it takes several months to raise a piggy to have this weight.
"You know best, come back quickly and pack your things before we leave!" Yang Yongjin shouted to Yang Yongqing.
"Okay, okay." Yang Yongqing responded, turned around and stepped forward.
"Crack!"
He himself broke a dead branch.
This dead branch is about the same thickness as the one that broke just now.
"Hey, Master, second brother, have you seen it? It takes a man of my weight to have the strength to break such dead branches..."
After speaking for a while, Yang Yongqing stopped abruptly.
Because, he found that the faces of his father and second brother were as gloomy as the clouds before the rain.
There was another one with a solemn face and anxious eyes, wanting to rush forward and cover Yang Yongqing's mouth.
A cool breeze blew through the woods.
Once again, the ashes of burned paper in front of the grave were raised, and black butterflies were flying everywhere, and they landed on Yang Yongxian's grave.
In the wind passing through the forest, there was a faint silent sigh...
The three of them shuddered at the same time.
Yang Yongqing jumped directly to Yang Yongjin and grabbed Yang Yongjin's arm nervously.
Old Yangtou also put the remaining half volume of the unburned book directly on the stone platform in front of the tomb, letting it burn by itself, as much as it could burn.
"It looks like it's going to rain, let's go, let's go!"
Old Yangtou said hello, turned around and walked ahead.
"Master, why don't we take the basket?"
Not just baskets, but also bowls for offerings.
Although the offerings must be sprinkled on the grave, most families will still take the bowl back.
A basket is even more important.
However, Lao Yangtou left without looking back.
"I won't take it with me anymore. Let's go quickly. It's going to rain..."
After saying this, the old man had already walked about ten steps.
Brothers Yang Yongjin and Yang Yongqing looked at each other, and they quickly followed suit, not even asking for the bowls and baskets they brought over...
The three grandfathers and grandsons walked out of the dense forest in one breath, their footsteps were windy, without looking back or speaking, they returned along the way they came in tacit agreement.
It wasn't until the three of them finally came out of the dense forest and came to the three-way intersection outside. When they saw an old man leading a yellow bull grazing nearby in Lijia Village, the three of them finally slowed down and relaxed. Back in the stomach.
Yang Yongqing held his thighs with both hands, bent over, stuck out his tongue and panted like a dog, looking at the lush forest behind him. He couldn't help but said to Lao Yangtou and Yang Yongjin beside him: "But it's figured out, then Even if I was beaten to death in the woods, I would not go back again, I was so scared that I broke out in a cold sweat!"
When Yang Yongqing said this, Yang Yongjin happened to raise his hand to wipe the sweat from his head.
That sweat... is cold.
So after hearing Yang Yongqing's words, Yang Yongjin secretly nodded.
Although they didn't see anything, that feeling... still made the two brothers frightened. They instinctively resisted the idea of entering that dense forest again.
The old Yangtou next to him also regained his composure at this time.
(End of chapter)
