There is also a cemetery in Fuyang City, which is also located in a wasteland west of the city.

The West is a place to bliss, and the withered tombs are also a must-pass place to go to Jiuquan, so many places are in the west of the city, and only a few places are in the north of the city.

A car that only pulls one person in the eyes of others, with heavy things on it. Even if two horses are pulled together, it is a bit tired. After leaving the city of Ximen, you have to walk a while. After passing a section of yellow sand, there will be some hard-to-see weeds. Further ahead is the cemetery of Fuyang City.

It was approaching dusk, and it was Qiu Zhihe's request to go out at this time. There were only four people around the car, and the number of people should not be too many. This was also arranged by Qiu Zhihe. Only in this way can it not attract too many people's attention. He did not want to spread the news about his son's death the next day, so he had to do this as secretly as possible.

Even Yao Ting, who was before getting on the bus, didn't know about this.

There are always two idle people who want to know what will happen when they see suspicious things. Of course, the premise of doing these things must be to have the means to deal with the things that are about to happen. Men Zhi confidently believes that he is such a person.

With great martial arts attainments, he followed the car very carefully. Because it was dusk, he did not follow the streets openly, but looked at the direction they left the city, lying in the cemetery in advance, hiding behind the tombstone that he didn't recognize. He knew that he was very disrespectful, and silently recited it in his mouth, not knowing where he eavesdropped on the unstandard sutra of rebirth, and then felt much more at ease.

As expected, the carriage appeared, after entering the cemetery, he followed the narrow road and went to a long distance until Menzhi could not see the shadow. At this time, the sun completely set in the west, and even the last rays disappeared.

Menzhi walked in the jungle and followed.

Who would usually choose to come to such a place? Basically, no one would dig a pit where a large coffin can be placed. It is not difficult, as long as there is enough manpower.

When he walked to a big pit, the carriage stopped, Yao Ting got out of the carriage, and the four people who followed him lifted the coffin from behind the carriage and placed it on the ground.

"It's really a big deal. The eldest son of the Qiu family is dead. That old guy Qiu Zhihe is secretly revealed. Does he think this can be hidden until when?" When Men Zhi came here, he was already looking at the pit.

The coffin was placed next to it, and the leader took out a stick of incense from the car and lit it in front of the deep pit.

"This life is not beautiful, I will look for it again in the next life. Young Master, don't blame the master for being cruel. He did this for you. Who made your disease so difficult to treat? Your family can no longer cause greater losses because of your affairs..."

The person who took the lead said a lot, besides the words of the dead, that is, he can't help but be in control.

After Yao Ting got off the car, she took a basket to the way she came.

"Come here and pick me up when you leave."

Yao Ting had no interest in meeting a dead person. Even though that person was her nominal husband, she thought of something bad.

There are things that you dare not think about in many things. Things like ghost marriage are not not happening. If you listen to them, you dare not think about them. She doesn’t know if Qiu Zhihe will kill herself in the end. She wants to do something while she can still do things.

"Yes, Grandma Big Young."

The more important things that the four of them began to be busy. In addition to that funeral, Qiu Zhihe prepared a complete set of preparations for his son.

"This woman is a bit difficult. She seems to be the girl from the Yao family. No wonder she is so cruel."

Men Zhi did not choose to keep up. Compared to the woman who didn't know much, he wanted to know more about what these four big men wanted to do to this corpse. Judging from their appearance, it didn't seem like they were going to do what Qiu Linqi, the eldest son of the Qiu family?

The coffin was not buried at the first time. Four people pushed the coffin away and walked out one by one. Men Zhi had seen this person. Although it was night and he had lost a lot of weight when he first saw him, his identity never changed. He was the dead young master Qiu Linqi in the mouth of Qiu Zhihe.

"Just throw this thing down and follow your original plan. After that, you four can go back and report."

After Qiu Linqi finished speaking, he coughed twice as a cooperation. The four people were not doing anything. They knew that the young master's illness was real, but they didn't understand why the person had to make such an arrangement before he died. This was very unlucky.

"Yes, young master..."

The strong man who led the lead was a little hesitant. The instructions he received were to transport the coffin here and open it before burying the soil to determine if the person inside was dead.

"Don't tell the things here, no matter who it is, don't talk too much. When I come back, you can still live."

When Qiu Linqi left, he said something extra, which made those people very confused. Finally, in Qiu Linqi's eyes, they could only nod and said that they had accepted this matter.

"The father is not like a father, and the son is not like a son. This family is really interesting. Now I really want to know more about how this daughter-in-law will do it?"

Men Zhi is lying on the part of not knowing who it is. If it is someone else, he is probably thinking about how to get farther away and try to keep himself from getting involved. On both sides, no matter which one it is, it is not something that ordinary people can afford to offend.

The way Qiu Linqi walked out of the cemetery, and if he wanted to leave here, he could only take that path.

When strong people cry, they always stay in front of the people they are closest to, or when there is no strange talk, Yao Ting tries to control her emotions as much as possible. She does not let her people cry. This has nothing to do with face, it is just a simple self-esteem in her heart.

When Qiu Linqi was walking on the road, except for not many trees around the cemetery, there were basically any cover. It was understandable that gusts of wind would be heard from time to time. It was just that the cry of a woman suddenly appeared. Even if he didn't think about the haunted place, he was a little scared, especially when he had just crawled out of the coffin.

"Who is there?"

A figure appeared from the darkness, appearing with that voice.

Qiu Linqi calmed down, and the clothes behind him were already wet. He was a very timid person and would not go out at night even if he was in the city.

What does the ghost in the middle of the night want to do? Will you still ask who you are?

Of course not. They will not be able to distinguish between men and women, and they will be fine with meat and vegetables.

Chiu Lynch walked over.

"Come here to pay tribute late at night, are you Yao Ting?"

Qiu Linqi knew that he had come here with him, and his married wife, but she didn't know that she was still alive.

"Do you know me? Who are you?" Yao Ting asked after taking two steps back, determining the safe distance.
Chapter completed!