After the divorce, the female CEO of Bingshan begged to get back together.

"Did you see that?"

Hearing this, Qin Yun frowned.

Qin Yun looked at his empty eyes and cursed in his heart that he was not blind. How could he see?

Old Uncle Mo seemed to understand Qin Yun's thoughts, and took another puff of smoke and said: "It's true that I am blind, but I am blind and blind. The third aunt was killed by a ghost, and the ghost was not from the cemetery. "

The corner of Qin Yun's mouth trembled. He felt that the old man seemed a little nervous.

Just when he thought Uncle Mo was talking nonsense, Uncle Mo sighed and said, "Someone doesn't want to call us Liu Shangcun Ansheng."

"What do you mean?"

Hearing this, Qin Yun became curious again.

Uncle Mo held his pipe in his mouth, raised his head and looked at the sky and said inexplicably: "I haven't heard the birds chirping for a long time. Ever since this place was sealed by reinforced concrete, not to mention the birds, even the dead have no place to live~ "

After saying that, he stood up on his knees and walked towards the distance with three unsteady steps.

Qin Yun looked at his back and felt that there was something in the old man's words.

According to the custom of Liushang Village, a person who died unexpectedly can be buried at most three days after leaving the coffin at home. Today is the second day, so there is still one day left before the burial.

In the evening, the people who came to help left one after another, and Liu Wu and Qin Yun were the only two people left in the entire courtyard.

Liu Wu walked up to Qin Yun with several plates of food and said, "Mr. Qin, I'm sorry, there is no good food at home. You can just make do with it when I go to buy some food early every morning."

Qin Yun looked at the plain and simple food in front of him, shook his head and said, "This is good."

After saying that, he glanced in the direction of the coffin. For some reason, he always felt a strange feeling.

Liu Wu forced a smile, turned around and said, "Mr. Qin, I'll serve you some food."

Qin Yun came to his senses and nodded, but the moment Liu Wu turned around, he seemed to see that vague black energy emerging around him again.

Qin Yun frowned instantly, secretly thinking that this matter is not over yet?

After eating, Liu Wu arranged a place for Qin Yun to stay. According to the rules, as a filial son, he had to keep vigil, so he couldn't go anywhere at night.

Qin Yun saw that it was still early and had nothing to do, so he was going to go out for a walk. After saying something to Liu Wu, he turned around and left.

After walking out of the courtyard, the street outside was pitch black. The street lights that were not very bright not only failed to provide any lighting, but even added a touch of terror.

Qin Yun looked around and chose a direction to walk.

It was only eight o'clock in the evening, but there was no one on the street. Qin Yun was walking alone on the quiet street and could even hear his own heartbeat.

He kept walking along the cement road in the village. Unknowingly, he reached the end of the village. Beyond that was the provincial road.

Qin Yun saw that he was about to leave the village in front of him, so he turned around and prepared to go back.

However, at this moment, he suddenly noticed a faint light in front of him. The light seemed to come from a cigarette.

Qin Yun walked over curiously and found a man sitting on a stone bridge at the end of the village in front of him. When he got closer, he found that this man was actually Uncle Mo.

Qin Yun walked up to Old Uncle Mo and asked curiously: "Old Uncle Mo, if you don't go home to sleep in the middle of the night, what are you doing here?"

Old Uncle Mo glanced in Qin Yun's direction, blew out the burned ash from his pipe and filled it with a new bag of cigarettes, then said slowly: "I can't sleep, come out and sit for a while."

Qin Yun nodded when he heard this, then looked towards the provincial road in the distance and asked, "Where is that place over there?"

"Cemetery, southern suburbs cemetery."

Old Uncle Mo replied.

"That's where Liu Wu's godmother works?"

Qin Yun frowned. He looked over there and didn't seem to find any strange feeling. Although it was a bit yin, it was not strong.

"Yes, that's where he got caught."

Old Uncle Mo nodded, then turned his head to look at Qin Yun and grinned.

Under the moonlight, Old Uncle Mo looked a bit scary.

Qin Yun frowned again, feeling that something was wrong with the old man.

"Uncle Mo, do you know something?"

Qin Yun sat next to Old Uncle Mo, took out a pack of good Su cigarettes from his pocket, and handed him one. Although he didn't smoke much, he usually had a pack on him.

Although Old Uncle Mo couldn't see it, he heard the sound of Qin Yun unpacking the cigarette. He fumbled and took the cigarette, put it to his nose and smelled it. He smiled and said, "Hey, agarwood, it's 100 yuan a pack."

Qin Yun didn't expect that the old blind man could smell the cigarettes just by smelling them. He was surprised, and then handed him the remaining cigarettes and said, "If you like it, I'll give you the whole pack."

Old Uncle Mo was not polite and took it directly and put it in his pocket.

Seeing his decisive look, Qin Yun shook his head helplessly.

"Baby, I know you are extraordinary, but there are some things you should not get involved in."

At this moment, Old Uncle Mo suddenly said something incomprehensible.

Qin Yun was stunned, looked at him and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Is someone forcing us to know? The death of Liu Wu's godmother was not accidental or accidental, but there was someone behind the scenes."

Uncle Mo lit the cigarette and took a breath.

When Qin Yun heard that there was indeed an inside story, he asked, "Uncle Mo, please stop beating around the bush."

Old Uncle Mo blew out a puff of smoke, looked at Qin Yun and asked, "My dear, do you think ghosts are scary?"

Qin Yun glanced at him and shook his head: "Ghosts are not scary, people are scary."

Uncle Mo was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter: "You are really smart, yes, talent is the scariest thing! Especially when it is linked to interests!"

"Benefit?"

Qin Yun raised his eyebrows, as if he had guessed something. He looked at Old Uncle Mo and said, "Uncle Mo, does the death of Liu Wu's mother have anything to do with profit?"

"Yes, my dear, Sangu's death was caused by ghosts, but behind the ghosts are people. Even though Tiannan County is a small place, there are a lot of evil people."

Old Uncle Mo nodded, took another puff of cigarette and continued: "Tiannan County has been developing for so many years, and it seems to be getting better and better. In fact, these good things are all fake. Do you know why Liushang Village is in the center of the development zone? Has the location never been developed?”

"Because we didn't agree on the price?"

Qin Yun asked speculatively.

"Of these relationships, the biggest relationship is because of the cemetery."

Old Uncle Mo nodded. His invisible eyes looked in the direction of the cemetery like two bright lights and said, "Don't move there. If you move, there will be thunder and lightning!"

"How to say?"

Qin Yun felt that this matter was getting weirder and weirder.

Old Uncle Mo sighed and said, "Do you know what is buried under the cemetery?"

"what?"

Old Uncle Mo said excitedly: "There are 83 loyal souls who sacrificed their lives for the country! If they are dug up there, we, the people of Tiannan County, will feel sorry for our ancestors!"