Chapter 945 Find Someone to Dig It Up
How could he forget?
Best time ever spent in this tiny rental.
No machinations, no struggles, no pretense, no hypocrisy.
For more than twenty years, he seemed to have truly lived a life only here.
But...he still forgot about her.
Huo Baiyuan tightly covered his eyes, lowered his head, and suddenly sobbed like a child, tears oozing from between his fingers.
Qin Miao stared at Huo Baiyuan in astonishment, not understanding why Huo Baiyuan suddenly became like this, so he could only probe cautiously.
"Master..."
Suddenly, Huo Baiyuan grabbed Qin Miao's wrist violently, as if grabbing a life-saving straw, raised his head, looked at Qin Miao with a pair of red earnest eyes, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Where is Song Lishu? His tomb...where is it?"
Qin Miao was stunned and had no time to react.
Obviously, he didn't care about Song Lishu's funeral, and he was the one who asked him to bury Song Lishu anywhere.
Why did they suddenly ask about Song Lishu's cemetery?
Seeing that Qin Miao didn't answer for a long time, Huo Baiyuan's eyes seemed to drip blood, and he roared, "I asked you where she is?!"
The night was already deep, and the cold moonlight poured down. A gust of autumn wind brought a biting chill, and the dead branches were blown off and fell gently to the ground.
Qin Miao took Huo Baiyuan to a secluded public cemetery. There was no one to guard it, no one to clean it. The tall graves were piled up randomly, the garbage was scattered on the ground, the graves were covered with withered grass, and the howling wind sounded like a devil may cry.
It's just that Huo Baiyuan asked Qin Miao to dispose of Song Lishu's body casually.
After all, Qin Miao still couldn't bear it, so he found such a remote place and buried his body without cremation.
Stepping through the tombs, Qin Miao bent down to carefully identify them, and finally stopped in front of a tomb without a stele.
"Master, this is it."
Huo Baiyuan squatted down slowly, stretched out his hand, and caressed on the high pile of graves, just like he once stroked Song Lishu's cheek, he tightened his fingers inch by inch, grabbed a handful of loess, and said very calmly: "Look People dig it up."
Qin Miao's eyes widened in astonishment: "What? What did you say?! Eldest young master, why bother? Eldest young mistress is already dead, please let her rest in peace."
Huo Baiyuan turned his head, staring at Qin Miao with a pair of cold eyes in the dark night: "Hurry up."
Qin Miao opened his mouth, but he couldn't disobey Huo Baiyuan's order, so he took out his mobile phone and made a call.
Not long after, several strong men walked over with shovels. Even though they were mighty, at this moment, they couldn't help but feel intrusive.
Several strong men brandished their shovels and began to dig the grave. The loess was scattered everywhere, and the tall mounds gradually became shorter. Under the moonlight, a white hand was exposed from the loess.
Huo Baiyuan stopped immediately.
Several strong men retreated aside one after another holding shovels.
Huo Baiyuan stepped in front of that hand, and knelt down with a plop. He tremblingly grasped the hand in the loess, as if confirming something. Suddenly, Huo Baiyuan began to dig up the surrounding loess with his bare hands, like a madman. As usual, the loess was flying around him.
Qin Miao was frightened by Huo Baiyuan, and hurried forward a few steps: "Young master..."
But no matter how he called, Huo Baiyuan didn't hear it, like a puppet who couldn't think and control, kneeling on the ground, bent deeply, and kept repeating the action of digging the loess, even if his ten fingers were already dripping with blood. .
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