Requiem Chapter 71: Digging up the Grave and Taking the Bones
Huang Chen is no longer as handsome . His face is full of fat, and his eyes are invisible when he smiles. He is dressed in a suit and leather shoes, and is covered with famous brand accessories. Although he is smiling, there is a deep sullen look between his eyebrows.
After thinking about it, Yin Hun understood what was going on. It must be that Huang Chen didn't know him and was bothered by Old Zhao telling outsiders about Zhang Xiuting's affairs, so he was not in a good mood.
I often see this "devoted" guy on TV. When he is interviewed, he always holds a pen and a stack of documents, and is accompanied by a few followers, looking like a willing ox. Even though he doesn't notice it, sometimes he even holds the pen upside down.
Although the other party was the mayor of a city, Yin Hui was not afraid of standing here alone. Without claws and fangs, he would become a toothless tiger.
What Yin Hui hated most in his life was not the real villain, but the hypocrite. What's more, it was this kind of ungrateful person with blood on his hands? He immediately snorted coldly from his nose: "It turns out to be Mayor Huang. I have heard of you for a long time. If you dare to do it, you must dare to take responsibility. You think your methods can deceive the world and confuse right and wrong. But you don't know that the law of nature is cyclical and will not be missed?"
"Yin Hui!" After all, the other party's identity was someone he couldn't afford to offend. Old Zhao scolded him hypocritically, forced a smile, and clasped his fists to Huang Chen: "My apprentice, young people are ignorant, I'm sorry."
"It's all my fault, don't blame me!" Huang Chen waved his hands, as if he had regrets in his heart. He didn't delve into anything, but just walked between the two of them, walked to the low tombstone, and kowtowed heavily: "Xiuting, what else do you want? My wife is dead, my son is dead, and my whole family is broken. Are you still not satisfied? Do you still want innocent lives to be buried with you?"
“Knock, knock…”
"Bang..." Huang Chen banged his head against the tombstone without hesitation. The marble-carved conjoined cemetery was surrounded by weeds, making it all look particularly hideous and desolate. Next to the tombstone, a white jade Guanyin quietly looked at this monotonous world with a sad face. It seemed to be sighing for its own helplessness, or just to watch coldly. The Guanyin's facial features were beautifully carved, round and white, but what was surprising was that from a distance, they were exactly the same as the black and white photo of Zhang Xiuting.
"It's not too late to mend the fold, get up! Maybe there is still a way to save it!" Old Zhao said, turning his head. For some reason, he was particularly allergic to this Guanyin . In fact, he knew very well that the Bodhisattva in front of him was no longer the original Guanyin Bodhisattva, but a human-shaped stone puppet captured by Zhang Xiuting's evil spirit.
I have to say that Zhang Xiuting on the tombstone is indeed very beautiful. Once you take a look at her, you won't want to look away. Even Yin Hui is a little moved. Although this laser photo is monotonous black and white, her eyes and smile are full of vitality, as if she is standing in front of you. A touch of bright red mouth is printed on that standard oval face, long hair draped over the shoulders, and the white cheeks reveal incomparable purity, and a hint of sadness.
"Well, alright!" Huang Chen stood up pretentiously as if he had been pardoned: "Then Senior Zhao, what are you going to do?"
After all, when people were in panic and in danger of losing their lives, it was Zhao Deshui who went back and forth to free everyone from the nightmare. So no matter whether it was out of sincerity or falsehood, Huang Chen kept some face for Zhao Deshui in his words and deeds, which was also astonishing. Old Zhao sighed, looked at Yin Hun who was a little puzzled, put his hands behind his back, and explained tactfully: "Hehe! Boy, you don’t know yet? Zhang Xiuting is also very powerful. Over the years, she has successively harmed Mayor Huang’s wife and children, as well as dozens of lives in the funeral home. After careful consideration, this debt can be regarded as double repayment, but... Alas!" At this point, he couldn't help shaking his head: "She still refuses to give up! It seems that she wants everyone to be buried with her!"
Upon hearing that Huang Chen had suffered such a retribution, Yin Hun was secretly happy in his heart.
Turning the stairs, Old Zhao took out two rusty old shovels from the weeds.
"Yin Hui, here." Old Zhao lit a cigarette, leaned on the shovel with one hand, and handed the other to his apprentice with the other hand.
"Master, what are you doing?" Yin Hun weighed the shovel in his hand in surprise, not understanding what it meant.
"If I hadn't been forced by the situation, I wouldn't have done the unethical business of digging up people's graves. Well, make more efforts, and before the midday sun's energy fades away, quickly work with the old man to open this grave. If we can seize the ashes of the mother and daughter, we may be able to threaten Zhang Xiuting." After saying that, Old Zhao spit out the cigarette in his mouth, crushed the fire with his leather shoes, spat between his hands, and then smashed the shovel down without hesitation.
Zhao Deshui had miscalculated the solidity of the marble. When he swung the shovel, not only did he fail to make a crack, but he also felt a pain in the palm of his hand, and even a piece of iron broke off the shovel head.
Yin Hun was only concerned about Tang Yan, so he didn't care about anything else at the moment. Seeing that Old Zhao couldn't handle it alone, he also started working.
Everyone gathered firewood and the flames grew high. Soon, the marble that had been resisting was finally broken at both ends, revealing the urn inside.
Ten years of ups and downs have not caused any changes to the urn, and it is not even covered with dust. Yin Hun wanted to reach out to take it, but was stopped by Old Zhao.
"Wait a moment..." Old Zhao waved his hand, then took out a bottle of Erguotou from his pocket, rinsed his mouth, and spit it out. Then he took another sip and sprayed it on the palm of his left hand with a splash. He put his right index finger and middle finger together, made a pen shape, and wrote a "door sealing talisman" on the palm of his left hand with the smell of alcohol. Then he leaned over and pressed it on the tombstone. After doing this series of actions, he still felt it was not enough, so he bit his finger and put a drop of blood from his fingertip on the center of Zhang Xiuting's eyebrows in the photo. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and signaled Yin Hun to go and get it.
Following Old Zhao's instructions, Yin Hun not only took out the heavy little box, but also pried open the seal in front of the two people. Suddenly, a rotten smell hit his nose, making his mouth twitch.
When the strange smell in the urn had almost died down, everyone began to take a closer look at the items inside.
Although Huang Chen had cremated Zhang Xiuting at that time, the baby in her belly, for some unknown reason, could not be burned thoroughly. When the cremator took it out of the furnace with a hook, only a small skeleton was left, curled up into a ball. The ashes were black and it startled everyone present.
The green box was filled with granular ashes with a small piece of condensate remaining in it. If you look carefully, you will find that many parts of the skeleton have not yet developed. But the unfortunate child was burned into ruins alive together with his mother before his feet even touched the ground .
Huang Chen knelt down with a thump, looking at the half skeleton, choking up. This was his own flesh and blood after all! If he had promised Zhang Xiuting to give birth to this little guy, he would at least be in elementary school now, right? Maybe he would still jump and call him dad.
"What a sin!" Huang Chen hit his head hard. At this moment, he had lost all his former glory, and looked like an old man with cloudy eyes and not much time left.
