If Chen Xia said the word husband to Xiang Que, it would be enjoyment, but the two bright red lips in front of him spit out the word husband and the word Xiang Que, that is, endure it, this woman spoke with her mouth, and the bloodshot heart on her chest jumped one by one, and the smell of blood was extremely strong.
The little students next to him all gathered around, carrying lanterns in circles, leaning over and tiptoeing, as if they were going to carry their heads to the ground at any time when they walked.
Xiang Que frowned, turned his head and suddenly exhaled at the nearest Xiao Sheng, "Whew" A gust of wind blew, and the lantern in Xiao Sheng's hand suddenly fell to the ground, and was just stepped on by Xiao Sheng behind him.
"Boom" The fire burst out, engulfing the little student in an instant, and the paper figure burned directly, and the little student had no reaction, just a moment before turning into a handful of paper ashes.
"Giggles, giggles" The woman in the sedan chair pursed her lips and smiled, and threw a wink at her: "Husband, you bully the slave and maid, it's so bad" Xiang Que sighed faintly and said, "How much resentment do you have to be?"
"When people see you, where do you get any resentment, husband······ The slave family is very similar to you" The woman pulled a long tone, and the tone was like a little girl flirting with a proud guy, the voice was very tired, if it was placed in broad daylight, even if it was in KTV, you could listen to your bones.
But now I can only feel my body tingle when I hear it.
The woman in the sedan chair suddenly leaned out, stretched out a white arm that was a little excessive, her fingers gently lifted Xiang Que's chin, her big fiery red lips came to Xiang Que's ear, and she exhaled like an orchid and said: "Husband, since you are here to greet you, then the slave family will go with you, okay?"
It's not early, let's take a break, shall we?
” A cool breath penetrated into Xiang Que's ears, and the feeling of hooking the soul in this woman's eyes was very strong, which made Xiang Que couldn't help but tremble in his heart.
"Going to bed?
Then you lead the way," Xiang Que said with a nod.
"Giggles, giggles, husband, you're so anxious" The woman threw her wink, re-blocked the sedan curtain and said: "Then don't hurry up and come over with the slave family, we'll go" Xiang Que said to Huang Sanye next to him: "I'll follow over and have a look" Huang Sanye frowned and asked, "With your ability, just clean them up, why do you follow them?"
” Xiang Que said: "I can clean it up, but I didn't check the cause and effect, I started, it's too damaging to Yin Virtue, anyway, I'll go over and see what's going on."
Two rows of small students carrying lanterns leaned out to lead the way in front, and the sedan chair man lifted the big sedan chair and followed behind one by one, and walked slowly next to the sedan chair wrapped in a down jacket.
"The spring breeze and willows are thousands of red rains turning into waves, and the green mountains are intentionally turned into bridges······" The sedan chair came out of the melody again, and the big green clothes resounded tactfully and brightly in the silent and dark snowy mountains.
In the woods, the tune of opera has been wafting, one after another, and the people listening to it in the empty mountain forest tremble a little, if it were another person, I am afraid that they would have been frightened suddenly.
The "crunch, crunch" procession, the little student carrying the lantern and the sedan chair bearer walking silently, only the crunch of Xiang Que's feet in the snow.
Looking back, a team of more than a dozen people only left a series of clear footprints in the snow, which seemed very lonely.
After walking somehow far, the team slowed down and stopped on a hillside.
The sedan chair fell lightly, and Da Qingyi lifted the sedan curtain and walked out.
At this time, Xiang Que looked up at the sky, and a touch of fish belly white loomed in the sky in the distance.
In the city, dozens of miles away, the sound of roosters suddenly sounded, and the people who got up early had already begun to get up.
When Xiang Que lowered his head again, the little student in front of him, the sedan chair, and the big green clothes that had just walked down all disappeared in an instant, and there was only a flat snow in front of him, and the ground was flat without a trace of the existence of people, and the entire hillside There was only one person standing there alone.
"Hoo ······" Xiang Que rubbed his hands and gasped: "It's almost dawn."
"Bang" Xiang Xiang lost a cigarette, and walked towards the front while smoking, and after searching for a while, he stopped at the bottom of the hillside, and there was a bulging dirt bag in front of him, about thirty centimeters high, and more than two meters wide.
Xiang Missing Foot slammed it on the ground, and the thick snow under his feet instantly scattered from his feet and exposed the ground, and the bulging dirt bag was also exposed.
The middle part of the dirt bag has collapsed, revealing a hole filled with snow, Xiang Que walked to the dirt bag and pulled it with his foot a few times, and after ten minutes or so, the snow in the hole has been almost cleared.
A few scattered white bones were exposed and very badly damaged, and it didn't take long for a tattered coffin to appear after digging for a while.
When it was almost dawn, Xiang Que cleaned up all the dirt bags, and the scene inside was clear.
Tubao is a lonely tomb, and there is only this one tomb within a radius of several miles.
Xiang Que bent down and picked up a piece of coffin wood on the coffin, and with a slight pinch of his hand, the sawdust fell, the board was already very soft, and it was not something that could be weathered to this extent in just a few years.
The whole coffin was already in tatters, and the broken wood was scattered in the pit, mixed with white bones and strips of cloth that could no longer be seen, and it could only be vaguely seen that when it was intact, it should be a red cloth garment, with some patterns on it.
Xiang Que squatted on the grave, pulled it a few times with his sword, and found that there was a hairpin that had been broken in two, as well as a few broken brocade boxes and some scattered things.
After looking down for a long time, Xiang Que smashed his mouth and said, "You really sang before you died?"
” The dilapidated tomb had obviously been dug up, and the thieves had dug up the grave and scooped up everything they could take, leaving only a pile of rags that could not be taken away.
"If you really don't have professionalism, you will rob the tomb if you rob the tomb, then you are a little virtuous, just make trouble for me" Xiang Que spat out, quite helpless.
If this tomb hadn't been stolen and dug up, those paper figures would definitely not have come out, and the thieves who robbed the tomb only stole the burial goods and did not care about the owner of the tomb, which is what happened before.
"This man has been dead for so long, and there are still descendants alive?"
The age of this lonely grave must be very old, he estimates that there are hundreds of years, but people are buried in this barren mountain and wilderness is obviously not well managed, if there are really descendants, I am afraid that a good place to bury them would have been found a long time ago Finish.
But the strange thing is, who burned the paper figure for her?