Chapter 169 Only a Skeleton Remains

Everyone present looked at Ling Chu eagerly, waiting for her to rescue Zhao Dabao.

No one noticed that a large shovel and a small hammer appeared above the chicken coop.

Huang Dongyun saw Ling Chu standing still and not saving people. She was annoyed in her heart, but her face was aggrieved, "Fairy, why don't you save people? Do you want to collect money first?"

Ling Chu glanced at Huang indifferently, said nothing, but raised her hand and waved!

The small hammer immediately hit the roof of the chicken coop.

Bang!

The loud noise came, and everyone was startled.

They turned their heads and saw that there was a big hole in the chicken coop of Sun's family.

Seeing the chicken coop with a big hole, Huang Dongyun's eyelids jumped fiercely.

She quickly took out a silver ingot from her sleeve pocket and handed it over, "Fairy, I'll give you the silver. Can you help me save my son first?"

"You Taoist nun, you are really greedy for money!"

Ling Chu glanced at the silver and raised her hand and waved again.

Bang!

The shovel flew over and slammed hard at the pigpen.

A large part of the wall collapsed instantly.

Fear spread from the soles of her feet to the top of her head. Huang quickly took out another silver note and knelt in front of Ling Chu with a bang, "Fairy, you are so powerful in magic. Please, save my son first. If you delay any longer, he will die."

Ling Chu ignored her and turned to look at Zhao Yishan. I don't know if he saw the big shovel and the small hammer and felt hesitant. He didn't grab Zhao Dabao's neck at this time, but grabbed his shoulders.

Zhao Dabao may be a child. After the initial panic, he found that there was no danger. At this time, he was still staring at the big shovel and the small hammer with curiosity.

Others also found that Zhao Dabao seemed to be in no danger, but just couldn't get down. In addition, they finally found that the magic of this Taoist nun was not ordinary, so they didn't dare to say anything at this time.

Ling Chu saw that Zhao Dabao was not in danger, and felt relieved. He controlled the small hammer and the big shovel, smashing one hammer on the left and swinging one shovel on the right.

After a series of ping-pong sounds, the chicken coop and pigsty were razed to the ground.

Huang was so shocked that she felt dizzy.

She subconsciously wanted to run, but she couldn't bear to see the child still in the air.

Huang prayed that the nun would stop after demolishing the chicken coop and pigsty.

She bit her tongue hard to calm herself down, and tried to comfort herself in her heart that Zhao Yishan had been dead for more than a year, and maybe only a pile of bones were left. Who could recognize him?

Even if he was dug out, as long as she insisted that her husband had not returned from transporting goods to the south, the nun could not do anything to her.

With this fluke, Huang did not leave.

After the chicken coop and pigsty were demolished, Ling Chu simply did it all at once. First, he controlled the shovel and shoveled the demolished bricks, stones and mud to the side in a few strokes.

Then he turned on the system, scanned the specific location of Zhao Yishan's body, and prepared to dig.

The shovel compensated by the system was not only large, but also extremely sharp.

Zhao Yishan's body was not buried very deep. Ling Chu controlled the shovel and dug it up in a few strokes.

Seeing that there was indeed a body buried in their own land, Aunt Hu's family was really unbelievable.

But in fact, it was not their fault that they did not find Zhao Yishan's body. After all, this land was still some distance away from Aunt Hu's house.

Originally, the land here belonged to the village. Aunt Hu's family came here to build a house half a year ago. When they built the house and laid the foundation, they did not dig here.

Later, although a firewood room, chicken coop and pigpen were built here, because they were not for people to live in, they were built more casually and did not dig a deep foundation.

So they never found that there was a dead person buried underneath.

Seeing the bones exposed in the soil, Huang was happy.

The heart that was hanging high finally fell to the ground, the tension on her face disappeared, and she returned to her previous weakness.

Ling Chu controlled the shovel and shoveled away the soil around the body before stopping.

Zhao Yishan's body was not buried in a coffin, but was buried in a pit.

More than a year later, only a pile of bones remained.

No one present could recognize who it was.

But someone suddenly shouted, "Zhao Jianghai is here."

A man in his forties hurriedly squeezed in from the crowd.

Zhao Yishan's puppet soul wiped away tears when he saw the man.

Zhao Jianghai was his eldest brother.

It turned out that someone ran to Zhao Jianghai's house and told him that his second brother Zhao Yishan was killed.

Zhao Jianghai didn't believe it at first, but the man's words were convincing. In addition, he remembered that Zhao Yishan had not returned after the agreed time, so he decided to come and see what was going on.

Zhao Jianghai was troubled when he saw that what was dug out was a pile of bones. He couldn't tell who it was.

But he soon remembered that his second brother was wearing a jade ring on his left index finger.

Although he was a little scared when he saw the bones, Zhao Jianghai still bravely turned over the left hand of the corpse.

Seeing his action, Huang Dongyun's legs softened. How could she forget the jade ring?

He removed the dirt on the left hand of the corpse in a few moves. Seeing the familiar ring, Zhao Jianghai burst into tears, "Second brother..."

After crying for a few times, Zhao Jianghai suddenly remembered that the informant said that Zhao Yishan was killed by his wife. He turned around and wanted to question Huang Dongyun.

But Huang staggered to the corpse and cried, "Impossible, impossible, I don't believe it. Boss, how could you be so cruel to abandon us orphans and widows? How can you let us live!"

Seeing Huang Dongyun crying so miserably, Zhao Jianghai swallowed back his questioning words.

He knew that his second brother had always liked Huang, and Huang would never kill him.

"Huang Dongyun, how did your husband Zhao Yishan die?"

Huang was uneasy. She didn't know how this Taoist nun knew that Zhao Yishan was dead, and also knew where he was buried.

"I... I don't know why the head of the family died suddenly. He clearly transported a batch of goods to the south to sell."

"Head of the family, how could you be so cruel to abandon us? How can I live with my two children in the future..."

Seeing Huang crying so sadly, Ling Chu smiled sarcastically. If she didn't know the truth of the matter, she would have believed her lies like Zhao Jianghai.

"Zhao Jianghai, turn the bones over and check them."

Although he didn't know what the nun meant, Zhao Jianghai still turned the bones over.

Seeing the dagger stuck in the bones, Zhao Jianghai felt cold in his heart. His second brother was indeed killed.

Huang's heart tightened. How could she have forgotten this thing in such a panic?

Zhao Jianghai found that there seemed to be words engraved on the dagger. He took a closer look and said with gritted teeth, "Zhao Dingcai..."

At this time, a man happened to walk hurriedly outside the crowd. When he suddenly heard Zhao Jianghai's gritted teeth, his face changed and he immediately turned around and left quietly.

Zhao Yishan's puppet soul whizzed and pounced on the man...

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