Chapter 92 Grave Digging

In an instant.

The whole Fufeng Mountain is filled with a strong sense of shit.

The north wind whistled, and there were sounds of retching one after another.

Lu Chaochao took out two pieces of cloth very experiencedly. Yuan Man looked at the white cloth in front of him and felt very...

Speechless.

"Who did this?!!"

There were angry curses all over the mountains and plains.

"It's those two cubs. The cubs we just sent up the mountain today, find them quickly!"

"You damn bastard, vomit...it's too smelly, no, it's too smelly, I can't stand it..."

"What did she think about blowing up a cesspool?"

Lu Chaochao put his hands in his pockets with a cold expression.

At this moment, the Fufeng Mountain cottage was full of stench, and Song Yu frowned.

"What happened outside? Why is it so smelly?" He was offering sacrifices, holding incense in both hands and raising his head high, worshiping devoutly.

The second master held his nose and said, "The two brats who went up the mountain just now threw firecrackers into the latrine and blew up the latrine on the spot."

Song Yu waved his hand: "Send someone to deal with it. Don't disturb father's sleep."

"Today is the anniversary of my late father's death. Please don't disturb me." Song Yu looked calm.

He looked paused.

"Don't hurt that little girl. It's normal for children to be naughty." The little girl looked very much like his daughter who died young.

This was probably the reason why the Dong family's wife abducted her.

The second master immediately agreed and hurriedly retreated.

Song Yu looked at his deceased father's corpse with a gloomy expression.

Mother Song sighed: "Your father said something before he died."

"He said that his fate was once told by an old blind man. He said that he was a bandit at the age of twenty and could make his way into the world."

"But bad luck struck him and he died at the age of forty."

"But the old blind man said something else, saying that when he was fifty, he would suffer a calamity." Mother Song was puzzled.

"It has come true that your father died at the age of forty. But what does it mean that he was fifty years old? Your father has been dead for ten years." Mother Song tossed and turned countless times at night, but she couldn't think of the reason.

What calamity can a dead person have?

Today happened to be the anniversary of his death at the age of fifty, and Song's mother suddenly remembered this matter.

Song Yu waved his hand: "It's just a charlatan. What kind of calamity can you get after being buried for ten years? Mother, don't worry about it, just take care of yourself."

Mother Song sighed: "Are you really not willing to accept the imperial court's invitation?"

"If you submit to the imperial court, you can still find a future with your talents. Being a bandit for generations is not a long-term solution after all." Song's mother had had enough of fighting and killing.

Song Yu frowned.

"Mom, don't mention it again. Back then, my father fell into trouble and became a bandit. Fortunately, Fufeng Mountain took him in, and the Song family has survived until now. It makes no sense to abandon them now." Song Yu's brows revealed a faint smile.

"Being a cow or a horse for the imperial court, how can you be as happy as being a local emperor in Fufeng Mountain?" Song Yu said with a chuckle.

Song Yu was busy paying homage to his late father.

But Lu Chaochao pulled Yuan Man up the back mountain.

The little guy was panting heavily from exhaustion. He sat on a round bulge, held the milk bottle and took a few sips.

"The pot is full, and there is meat..." Next to the round little earth bag, there are actually candles burning scented wax paper money, as well as chickens and ducks for tribute.

Lu Chaochao's eyes lit up.

I grabbed the roast chicken and took a few bites.

It's still warm.

"Hey, hey, you can't eat this blindly. Come down quickly, this is the grave, used to worship the dead."

"I'm going to vomit, it's something ominous." Yuan Man was startled by her and hurriedly pulled her down.

"Never again, never again." Lu Chaochao took a few bites of the chicken leg, but Yuan Man finally took it away and put it back on the plate.

Yuan Man looked around and was suddenly frightened.

There were crows crows all around, and grave mounds were standing everywhere, which made him shiver.

"There is a mushroom gugu..." Lu Chaochao pointed to the mushroom growing on the grave, with a look of surprise on his face.

Yuan Man had no intention of caring about her anymore. The little boy squatted in the corner, crying.

"Uuuuuu, I miss my parents so much... Grandpa and grandma, when will you come to save Manman." The single biography of the tenth generation was named Yuan Man, which shows that his parents care about him.

"I'm so homesick, so scared... Wuwuwu" He lay crying under the tree. He had been busy traveling these past few days, and was frightened and homesick. At this moment, he leaned against the tree and fell asleep directly. passed.

There were still tears on his face.

Lu Chaochao looked disgusted and pouted: "Crying bag."

After saying that, the little guy took out a small shovel from the space while there was no one around. The small shovel was extremely delicate and was used by her to dig up spiritual herbs.

It looks small, but can be easily pried open from solid rocks.

She squatted beside the grave and shoveled away the mud.

"Hey yo hey yo hey yo..." The little guy buried his head, stuck out his butt and worked seriously.

"Wow, there really are mushrooms..." After a while, a pure black coffin was revealed.

There were many small mushrooms growing on the side of the coffin, in clumps and piles.

Lu Chaochao was so happy that she was not even taller than the coffin, so she took it off with her feet on it.

After picking it, she stared at the coffin lid again and thought about it.

"What's inside?" No matter what, open it and take a look.

A trace of spiritual energy surged out of Lu Chaochao's hands, and he pushed the coffin lid open with his feet, little by little.

Lu Chaochao lay beside the coffin and took a look.

Many small mushrooms grew out of the dense white bones.

It was probably out of sight, but the mushroom grew extremely well, and Lu Chaochao immediately began to howl.

He climbed into the coffin on his hands and knees and picked the mushrooms one by one.

He also trampled the bones to pieces.

Finally, when she was about to climb out of the coffin, she took off the skull again, put it in her arms, and took it away.

Lu Chaochao looked at the mushrooms on the ground, feeling filled with a sense of accomplishment.

The little guy lifted up his clothes and filled a bag full of mushrooms before stepping forward to wake Yuan Man up.

"A pot full of pots, a pot full of pots..."

When Yuan Man woke up, he looked a little confused.

Seeing that she was covered in mud, he was shocked: "What happened? Did you fall into the pit?"

Lu Chaochao just giggled and said in a milky voice: "Guo Guo, mushrooms..."

"Get rid of the fat, use the fat to stew the mushrooms."

Yuan Man saw that she was leaving and there were graves behind her. He didn't dare to look back at all and hurriedly followed her.

When the two returned to the village, they were immediately caught by the vicious bandits, who carried them by the neck and were taken to the main hall.

After working hard all day, there is still a faint stench in the air.

Fortunately it's not too strong.

"Stinky girl, look at what you did!!" The second master scolded angrily. He was so stinky that he didn't eat for a whole day.

"Believe it or not, I will beat you to death! How can you be so naughty at such a young age?" The third master raised his hand.

Song Yu raised his hand slightly, and everyone was silent.

He looked at Lu Chaochao. Lu Chaochao was only one year old. Although he was a little embarrassed when he came, he could tell that he had grown up with a lot of pampering.

Now, after only one day's work, he is covered in mud and his little one is drooping, looking extremely embarrassed.

Like a little fairy in the sky, pinned down in the mud.

"Wo, Wo didn't mean it..." Lu Chaochao's eyes were filled with tears, and his long and narrow eyelashes trembled slightly, which made people's hearts melt.

Song Yu was stunned.

He had a daughter.

She was also cute and charming, delicate and innocent, and was the love of Song Yu's life.

He even thought about accepting the court recruitment for the sake of his child's safety.

When she was two years old, the child occasionally caught wind and cold. Song Yu tried his best but could not keep her.

The wife missed her daughter very much, and later died after her daughter.

Lu Chaochao approached cautiously.

"Mud, do you want mushrooms?" The little milk baby with tears in her eyes carefully stepped on her feet and brought the mushrooms to her.

"Chaochao, pick it up for the mud."

Song Yu seemed to see his daughter again.

What a cute, well-behaved child.