Chapter 1857 Double Pressure

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Ye Hong didn't need to approach, he could see the prominent words on the tombstone.

It is the tombstone that An Xiaoying once erected for An Zaitian.

But this tombstone was smashed and discarded in the rubbish heap at will!

Since ancient times, the state of Yan has always been the greatest of the dead.

Digging people's ancestral graves and destroying people's tombstones was the first of the mourning virtues in ancient times, and would be cast aside by thousands of people.

It's not a bloody feud, and basically you can't do such a wicked thing.

Although An Zaitian is still alive, although this is a fake tomb, this kind of behavior is undoubtedly the biggest insult to An Zaitian!

Besides, taking ten thousand steps back, even if this is a fake tomb, it shouldn't be treated so rudely.

If the tombstone is erected by mistake because the living person is dead, there is a special tomb removal ceremony in the local area.

According to the saying of the older generation, if it is not handled properly, this person will have bad luck in the future, and everything will not go well.

And An Zaitian came this time to properly dismantle the tomb.

Unexpectedly, what I saw in the end was such a heart-warming scene!

"what happened?!"

An Zaitian and Ye Hong turned their heads together, glaring at An Ruoxu.

Locked by the cold eyes of the grandfather and grandson, and feeling the double pressure, An Runiu was so frightened that he couldn't speak.

Obviously, he didn't expect this tombstone to cause such a strong reaction from Ye Hong and An Zaitian.

"Don't scare the village chief!"

Ye Zhinuo groaned and comforted An Runiu: "Don't be afraid, Uncle Village Chief, tell us everything you know."

With Ye Zhinuo's comfort, An Runiu finally took a breath and returned to normal mood.

He sighed silently: "These are all the faults of Mrs. Qiao.

About a year ago, in order to transform the factory into a live broadcast house, Mrs. Qiao asked people to expand the factory.

The tombstone in front of you that you are talking about is knocking on the road of expansion.

At that time, Mrs. Qiao asked people to ask all over the village, but no one claimed this tombstone.

So Mrs. Qiao asked people to shovel the tombstones and throw them in the garbage..."

An Zaitian heard the blue veins burst out on his forehead, and his eyes seemed to eat people.

And Ye Hong's eyes were also awe-inspiring.

It is none of his business how Mrs. Qiao does in Anjia Village. Anyway, her mother, An Xiaoying, has long since had no feelings for this village.

As long as An Zaitian's tomb is dealt with, Mrs. Qiao will have nothing to do with Ye Hong no matter what she wants to do in Anjia Village.

But the scene in front of him made Ye Hong furious.

From this moment, Mrs. Qiao officially entered Ye Hong's sight!

"Take us to Mrs. Qiao."

An Zaitian's face returned to calm.

He took the tombstone handed over by Jingong Fifty-Six and rubbed it slightly, his eyes neither sad nor happy.

But at this moment, An Ruoxu felt the surrounding temperature drop for a while.

There seems to be a storm that is about to erupt from Anzai's body.

He remembered the terrifying skills of Shengong Fifty-six, his eyes were happy, and he nodded vigorously: "I'll take you there!"

However, before they could leave, there was a chaotic sound of footsteps around the corner.

Then, a group of people appeared in front of everyone.

There are about a dozen of them, all young and strong, tall and tall.

The most striking thing is the shoulder-length long sticks they hold in their hands.

And the person who took the lead was Qiao Tiezhu, who had previously collected village fees outside the village.

He is also the grandson of Mrs. Qiao as An Runiu said.

"Finally let me find a few of you!"

Qiao Tiezhu squeezed his fist with a sinister smile: "I brought the brothers here on purpose, this time I will definitely give you some color!"