I don’t know when he started digging, but he wanted to steal my grandfather’s body and never wanted to do anything good!
The matter between my father and my mother has made me extremely depressed. How could I let him succeed?
"Uncle Chen, I understand what you mean. I will notify the Feng family to send someone right away! I will ask my grandfather to come out tonight. My dad is also in trouble. The fool of the Wang family gave him a secret job. Can you solve it? What?" As I spoke, Blind Chen did not let us stand here any longer, but walked out of the fruit forest.
The two of them walked in a hurry, and I briefly told the story about my mother and the stupid Wang family again.
Including what I encountered and saw today.
Blind Chen's expression was always solemn.
It wasn't until we reached the end of the village that he suddenly said: "You don't have to worry about your mother's body being dug up and buried in the Wang family. The Wang family fools don't have the ability to do that."
"The evil mother of twenty-two years is not an ordinary sneaky person. She has been following you."
Stopping on the road at the entrance of the village, Blind Chen’s words made my heart skip a beat.
He reached out and patted my shoulder, as if to comfort me, and then continued: "Your father's plot has not yet come true, I can solve it. You must dig out your grandfather, and you must not let the old widower get his hands on it!"
At the end of the sentence, Blind Chen's voice became much more solemn.
"Xiao Hei, stay here with Shiliu." He patted the wolf mastiff on the head and hurriedly walked towards the village.
I didn't dare to delay, so I took out my cell phone and called Feng Zhirong.
I roughly said that I wanted to dig up the cement floor at the end of the village road, and hoped that he would help me clear some necessary connections, reduce trouble, and give me manpower. I wanted to see people as soon as possible.
Feng Zhirong immediately agreed, saying that it was a small matter and that he would let me wait for one hour at most.
After hanging up the phone, I walked to the side of the road and waited.
From this position, looking in the direction where the old widower lives, basically nothing can be seen. After a few dozen meters of the path, you can only see bushes and willows.
I took out the compass, and the pointer quickly changed from a correcting needle to a floating needle.
My eyelids twitched slightly. The old widower must not have poached my grandfather that easily.
Although this compass cannot determine a specific point, it can reflect the good yin, which means that grandpa is still down there.
The wolf mastiff didn't lie down either, but walked back and forth around me, as if on patrol.
While I felt calm, I was also very nervous.
The series of events involving returning to the village left me at a loss!
Originally, I thought I should have some abilities.
I can't say that I'm able to handle things with ease, but at least I can handle my parents' and grandfather's affairs steadily.
But I didn’t expect that each of these things would be more serious than the last. If it weren’t for the help of Liu Wensan and Chen Xiazi, I would definitely not be able to withstand them.
Especially when the affairs of my father and my mother were intertwined, and the murderer, the fool of the Wang family, surfaced, it became even more clear to me how low my strength was now.
No matter how hard I was, I wouldn't be so passive.
Time passed very slowly, and at this moment, the wolf mastiff suddenly started barking! Its voice is extremely ferocious. I have rarely seen it so ferocious!
A Jingling came back to his senses, only to find that there was an old man limping over on the path we had just come up on. He got closer and was already on the roadside.
The wolf mastiff was almost about to pounce!
"Xiao Hei!" I shouted in a low voice, not letting the wolf mastiff come forward, and at the same time staring at the old man with constricted pupils.
This man is the old widower!
He was so old that all the hair on his head was almost gone, leaving only a few clusters of white hair.
The calf of his right leg was missing, and there was a cloth bag wrapped from the knee down, with a dirty wooden stick stuck on top.
If you stay in the countryside for a long time, this kind of disabled person is not uncommon.
In the early years, which family had the money to make prosthetics? Even in today's rural areas, it is considered good to be able to move easily, and there are even more people using crutches.
The old widower's face was very pale, but there were two blushes. There was a foul smell of alcohol coming from his body, the kind of alcohol smell that comes from not brushing his teeth and taking a bath for who knows how many years.
He had an inexplicable aura about him. He looked like a bad old man or a disabled alcoholic. But after taking a second look, I felt horrified, as if he had walked out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
He ignored me and went straight across the Xiaoliu River. I noticed that he entered the canteen at the entrance of the village.
He walked out again within a few minutes. When he passed me and returned to the path, he turned to look at me and smiled.
Under the moonlight, the age spots looked just like corpse spots, very oozing.
Especially a pair of eyes that are cloudy and cloudy, which makes people very uncomfortable.
I glanced at his face a few more times, trying to figure out his features.
But what makes my heart palpitate is that I can't see anything...
"The Tang suit you are wearing disgusts me. My temper has improved in the past two years." The old widower suddenly spoke.
His voice had a bit of a drake's voice, and seemed to be squeezed out from the crack of the door. It was very dry and hoarse.
He looked at me intently for a few seconds before continuing: "If you dared to appear outside my door in the middle of the night, I would have chopped you up a few years ago, and I would have stewed the dog next to you. "
My eyelids jumped wildly and I stared at the old widower. He must have known who I was!
Suddenly the car engine sounded.
In an instant, several cars stopped beside me, and their headlights shone directly on the old widower. The old widower didn't say anything more, turned around and left.
The first person to get out of the car was Feng Qu, whose face was covered with gauze. He respectfully called me Mr. Luo.
My chest was rising and falling, but my eyes were still on the old widower. Then I shouted in a hoarse voice: "Old widower, you don't have to scare me."
"After all, you have a broken leg. It's not that easy to kill Luo Zhongliang's grandson!"
"And your hands and feet are still too slow!"
The old widower suddenly paused. He turned back and stared at me, his eyes almost bulging out.
The next moment, he suddenly walked forward, obviously trying to rush back to the yard.
