Chapter 778: Sky casket
Qian Yingluo couldn't bear it in her heart, and she pulled his fingertips sadly.
"You come with me..."
She walked to the nearest new graves.
"Every spring, I will come here to worship him... Bring him some flowers and talk with him! I know he is not you, but he died for you... So, he shouldn't be here alone ..."
A coolness faded in Ling Yunfeng's eyes: "It's not that he alone shouldn't be here, all my brothers shouldn't be here!"
Qian Yingluo glanced at him sadly, after all, she didn't say anything, but stopped in front of a small tomb.
Ling Yunfeng took two quick steps: "This is it?"
Qian Yingluo had no words, but nodded slightly.
Ling Yunfeng looked strangely: "Are you sure?"
Qian Yingluo looked at him unclearly, so she said, "That's right... At the time of the burial, many people came, and I came too... I watched the coffin buried with my own eyes!"
"Do not……"
Ling Yunfeng stepped back and slowly turned around.
"This is a new grave!"
When he said this, Qian Yingluo also instantly realized that it was wrong.
Yes!
The soil on this tomb is new.
Ling Yunfeng's gaze fell on his feet, pinched a soil bump, and gently crushed it.
"This grave was dug in the last two days!"
Under his feet, there are traces of piled soil.
"Has been dug!?"
Qian Yingluo gasped, as if thinking of something.
"Then... there!?"
The purpose of digging a grave in the mass grave is of course the remains inside.
"Dashuai Ling, could it be you...your son did it!?"
Ling Yunfeng slowly shook his head: "No! If she did it, she should have told me already!"
"Who would it be!? Who would dig this grave!? What's the use of digging?!"
"Yeah, what's the use of digging?!"
Ling Yunfeng's pupils shrank suddenly.
"What's the use... It depends on whose hands it falls!"
He took out the folding shovel and gestured sideways.
"Girl Yingluo, you help me out, I want to see with my own eyes, is there any in it!"
Qian Yingluo picked up another shovel and said stubbornly: "I'll help you! Apart from the two of us, there is no one here!? Don't look!"
Before Ling Yunfeng could reply, she had already digged.
Although the movements looked awkward, but after all her intentions, Ling Yunfeng didn't insist on it anymore.
Because it was a newly dug grave, the two didn't have much effort.
After a short while, the coffin was dug.
At the moment they saw the coffin, the faces of both of them became strange.
The coffin was almost decayed, but the cover of the coffin was ajar.
Qian Yingluo glanced at Ling Yunfeng carefully, and muttered in a low voice: "Someone has really opened a coffin..."
Ling Yunfeng's face was gloomy, and he gently pushed the coffin away.
Sure enough, there was nothing inside.
When the two were silent, there was a sudden humming noise behind them.
"Who? What are you doing?!"
A mausoleum guard curled his neck and copied his hand.
He has not seen the condition of the grave.
"I said, you two want a tryst, and you can't find this mass grave?!"
Qian Yingluo took a breath, her eyes turned sharply: "Marshal, don't move, I'll deal with it!"
As soon as her footsteps moved, Ling Yunfeng's pupils suddenly shrank, his gaze slowly slanted up, and the murderous intent appeared.
The endless coercion was released suddenly, and the tomb guard was firmly suppressed.
"Say, where are the heads inside?!"
