Just a quick calculation, you are a fugitive!

"Brother Biao, are you trying to trick me?"

"Isn't it bad luck to carry that in my good car?"

A Biao looked at him with a half-smile: "Don't you never believe in evil? Okay, I'll give you a red envelope of 52 yuan later, is that okay?"

Zhang Wei smiled: "Brother Biao, you are really kind."

Seeing Su Chen crawling into the tall weeds, A Biao took the last puff of his cigarette, threw it away, went back to the car, picked up the shovel, and chased after him.

"Hey, wait for me."

Lin Jingyu and Zhang Wei followed.

"Crack, crack~"

Su Chen moved forward neatly, breaking the stems of the weeds one by one and pressing them down to make it easier for Lao Ye to follow. He walked to a dense place and stopped.

"Brother, is Awang buried in this soil?" A Biao said as he stepped forward, spat on his palm, rubbed it, and swung the shovel to dig.

Zhang Wei looked weird and muttered subconsciously.

"There's nothing on top, how do you know it's underneath? You're kidding, right?"

Lin Jingyu glared at him and said nothing.

A Biao used his brute force to dig a big hole in a short while, but there was nothing except some big rocks.

Seeing that the hole was about to bury his people, Zhang Wei couldn't help it: "No, there's nothing here, I think you should dig somewhere else."

Unfortunately, not only did Lin Jingyu not listen to this, but Old Ye beside him didn't move at all.

Su Chen coughed lightly: "Go down about one meter."

A Biao was a little exhausted, and he took a deep breath after hearing this: "I'll take a rest."

Old Ye couldn't help but want to go down, but was stopped by Su Chen.

What a joke.

He was covered with long hair, if Zhang Wei saw him, he would be scared to death, who would take them back then?

"Let me do it."

Lin Jingyu rolled up his sleeves and was about to jump down, but was stopped by Su Chen: "Wait a minute."

He took out yellow paper and cinnabar, pressed it on his knees to draw a talisman, and pasted it on Lin Jingyu: "It can save energy."

A Biao was not happy.

"No, brother, you are not kind. Why don't you give me the talisman that can save energy?"

Su Chen smiled at him: "Brother Biao, you are full of energy and not weak. Do you still need this? If you really need it, I will draw one for you."

A Biao straightened up proudly in an instant, and waved his hand without panting: "No, no, I am not as weak as A Yu, hehe."

Brother Biao, Brother Biao, you are really stupid.

Do you really believe that a talisman can save energy?

Zhang Wei couldn't bear to watch it.

But the two of them dug together, and it was much faster than before.

After a while, there was another pile of soil beside the big pit. A Biao and Lin Jingyu dug more and more vigorously. Just as A Biao swung the shovel again, Su Chen said, "Stop!"

The two of them paused, and then in ecstasy, they threw away the shovels and started digging with their bare hands.

Old Ye also hurried forward and lay down beside the pit.

"Awang, Awang, my Awang!"

Zhang Wei couldn't help muttering: "You start to mourn when there is nothing, are you crazy?"

The next moment, Lin Jingyu brought up a military water bottle.

Old Ye hurriedly scraped the mud on the water bottle, and saw his name, and cried: "It's mine, it's mine. When Awang was going out, I gave the water bottle to Awang. It's really my Awang, Awang~"

Zhang Wei was dumbfounded.

No way?

This time he couldn't help but walk up, and saw a skeleton lying in the mud, and the fragments of clothes could be vaguely seen on the skeleton.

Su Chen handed over the body bag, and A Biao and Lin Jingyu began to carefully pack the bones.

Then he heard Old Ye grit his teeth and said, "Young man, was my A Wang murdered?"

As soon as the voice fell, a strong wind blew up.

Zhang Wei was careless and took two steps back before he could stabilize his body.

He muttered in his heart, why is the wind at the seaside stronger than a typhoon?

Su Chen said in a deep voice: "Uncle Ye, Brother A Wang was indeed murdered, but... the person who murdered him is dead."

"What?"

The wind stopped again.

Lin Jingyu and A Biao, who were hiding in the pit and were not affected, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Old Ye looked at Su Chen in a daze.

Su Chen sighed: "It was his stepmother who killed Awang."

Old Ye staggered: "Yes, it was her? This vicious woman, my Awang had to go to Southeast Asia to avoid her, why didn't she let Awang go, why?!"

"Because she wanted to sacrifice Awang so that she could give birth to a child."

Lin Jingyu and A Biao were both stunned.

"Look at Awang's skull, is there a nail?"

The two of them hurriedly checked, and sure enough, there was.

Lin Jingyu was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said: "It seems that Uncle Ye's wife died of dystocia before..."

Su Chen nodded: "So the law of nature is clear, and retribution is inevitable."

"This magic method is impossible to pray for a child. It was destined that she got pregnant."

"In the end, she died of dystocia and failed to give birth to children. This is her retribution."

Even so, Old Ye slowly knelt down and howled: "Awang, Dad is sorry for you. If Dad hadn't married her, you wouldn't have died, Awang~"

Zhang Wei couldn't help sighing after hearing this.

When the corpse was lifted up, he also silently helped to send it out of the weeds.

Lin Jingyu handed Old Ye incense, candles and paper money.

"Uncle Ye, this is where Awang has been buried for many years. It's better to burn it."

Old Ye nodded, said thank you, and silently went into the weeds again. He didn't come back until an hour later.

On the way back, everyone was silent.

When we were about to get off the bus at Chunming Street, Old Ye spoke up: "Ayu, I'll have to trouble you to help me sell the store. I have to choose a good cemetery for Awang and me, and move his mother here."

Lin Jingyu nodded: "Okay!"

"Funeral..." Old Ye sighed, "Hold mine and Awang's together."

Zhang Wei: "???"

What do you mean?

This old man was so desperate that he wanted to commit suicide after finding out his son was dead?

Don't.

He kept winking at A Biao, wanting him to persuade Old Ye.

But A Biao nodded slowly: "Uncle Ye, I'll do it with A Yu, don't worry."

Old Ye nodded, and then got off the bus with the body bag.

A Biao wanted to follow him, but was pulled back by Zhang Wei.

"Awei, I'll give you the red envelope later."

"Brother Biao, I'm not talking about this. No, didn't you hear that this uncle wanted to commit suicide? Why did you nod?"

"Suicide?" A Biao was about to explain, but after thinking about it, he found an excuse, "I was just dealing with it. Uncle Ye is sad now. Whatever he says, A Yu and I will watch it anyway."

Zhang Wei understood: "I said, why did you all nod?"

"Okay, I'll leave first."

When A Biao returned to the store, he saw Su Chen and Lin Jingyu had already started to clean up the messy store. Old Ye was in the back room, and had taken out the bones from the body bag and carefully brushed them clean with a toothbrush.

Hearing the footsteps, Old Ye said: "Awang used to love cleanliness the most, but I didn't expect that he would be buried in the dirty soil for so many years. It's too unfair for this child."

A Biao nodded: "Yes, I'll buy a jar later to ensure it's clean and dry."

Old Ye didn't say anything and continued to scrub.

A Biao quietly retreated to help clean up the store.

By the time Old Ye had cleaned the bones, the store had already been cleaned up, and Lin Jingyu had brought back two large urns.

A Biao asked him quietly: "We need a coffin, right? Brother Awang has turned into bones, but Uncle Ye is still here, isn't he?"

Lin Jingyu shook his head and pointed at Su Chen who was sitting next to him drawing talismans: "He said that zombies cannot be left."