The Plow

A hand suddenly grabbed the edge of the coffin.

Slender, pale, thin, slightly blue veins when exerting force.

"Is it easy for me to stay with the dead all the way? You don't even say give me a hand."

Ling Shu coughed a few more times, and cooperated with Lao Yuan to push the coffin lid back a little more, barely protruding his head and shoulders.

"Ouch!"

He gasped.

Old Yuan: "What's wrong?"

Ling Shu: "I seem to be stepping on the chest of the second master's daughter-in-law, won't I break her breastbone?"

Old Yuan: ...

He couldn't do anything with Ling Shu, so he stretched out his hand and pulled him out forcefully.

"lighter!"

"Are you a big girl with yellow flowers? My hands are not strong. When you had no food for three days and three nights and lived by eating snow, you were not so delicate. At that time, you still said I couldn't do it. Now after all Who can't?"

Feng Shui took turns, Lao Yuan couldn't help but sneer.

He was usually reticent, and others thought he was a dumb person. If the fourth master and the others saw that this dumb person opened his mouth and opened his mouth to make a series of words, they would be able to prove that Lao Yuan was possessed by a ghost.

But to Ling Shu, this old Yuan was the old Yuan he knew.

For those who want to talk, Lao Yuan can be like a chatterbox, talking for three days and three nights without stopping.

Obviously, in the Guan family before, after the old man left, no one wanted him to speak.

"Can I compare with you? I have major injuries and minor injuries. When it rains, my bones hurt. A minor injury can cause a fever and a cold. If it wasn't for the effort I had to get out of that guy two days ago, we're fighting now. You may not be my opponent yet!"

Ling Shu couldn't speak that long, coughed intermittently, and with all his strength, climbed out of the coffin and sat down on the ground without moving.

"Come on, you can still play. If I hadn't knocked you out with a palm outside the hospital before, you can just run in and throw yourself into the trap. It will look good then!"

Lao Yuan found that Ling Shu's face darkened as soon as he finished speaking.

When there is no smile on that pretty face, it looks quite creepy.

Lao Yuan has seen Ling Shu like this.

At that time, he had just killed five or six enemies, and lost another five or six comrades in arms. He and Lao Yuan struggled in the sea of ​​corpses and blood, and managed to save a life.

At that time, Ling Shu met gods and killed gods, met demons and demons, and gods and demons were unstoppable, even he dared not provoke him.

At that time, Ling Shu was very young and in good health, and he could carry him for tens of miles. If it wasn't for Ling Shu, he might have become a lonely ghost now, wandering around somewhere.

After the reunion, Ling Shu was almost unrecognizable to Lao Yuan at first glance.

The appearance is the same as before, but the spirit is obviously much worse than before.

Panting after walking two steps, never lying down when able to sit, never being diligent when able to be lazy, eating finely, getting cold on the bed and bedding if you don’t sleep enough, no matter where you used to be, you still have more than a dozen scars on your body, and your right hand is almost useless Ling Shu who didn't change his face?

At this moment, the man didn't smile anymore, and he looked a bit like before.

"You value Yue Dingtang very much? What's your relationship with him, aren't you a subordinate?"

"After this matter is settled, I want to go back to the city." Ling Shu answered irrelevantly.

Lao Yuan frowned: "Are you crazy? In the eyes of the Guan family, you are the murderer who killed the second daughter-in-law. Why do you want to go back and send it to your door? Yue Dingtang is so important to you?"

Ling Shu remained silent.

Lao Yuan: "But don't you think this incident is very strange? He went out with his front foot, and the car blew up with his back foot. Well, even if someone wanted to blow up the Japanese, but the wrong car was blown up, what happened afterwards? He alone He was hospitalized, and he was not with anyone else, so why would anyone want him to die? He was close to Ying Zuo, and Ying Zuo was a member of the Municipal Office. Don’t tell me Yue Dingtang had something to do with the Japanese, right? Yue Dingtang He is a blood relative of Old Master Guan, if he is not suspicious at all, I naturally hope that he is safe and well."

Ling Shu sighed: "I know he hides deeply, I know that we go in and out together every day, and he also hides something from me, and I also know that Yue Lao Er has a good relationship with the Japanese. I know. But when I close my eyes now, his bloody figure is dangling in front of me. If you don’t let me take a look, I can’t feel at ease. Don’t worry, I know how to measure. I'll help you get things done, but I'm not familiar with Fengtian City, and I may need your help at that time."

Old Yuan sneered: "Now because of the assassination of that big man, the city is full of wind and rain, and people are searching everywhere. People are eager to escape, but you want to go back instead. Are you tired of working?"

Ling Shu smiled.

His smile was light and loose, as if he didn't pay attention to this problem at all.

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Lao Yuan couldn't laugh.

"My life, as early as that time, was gone. I am lucky to be able to live until now. Why don't you let me do what I want?"

Lao Yuan was speechless for a while.

He remembered the bullet Ling Shu blocked for himself at that time.

With his clothes open, blood gushed out from the wound, as if he didn't want money, which made him feel chills.

But Ling Shu survived.

After so many years, he is still alive until now.

The friendship between life and death, the reunion of old friends, they were supposed to be pleasantly surprised, but I pulled him into another vortex.

"sorry."

Lao Yuan said sullenly, he fumbled in his pocket for a long time, took out a pipe and a handful of shredded tobacco, lit it and started smoking.

"Yo, I've known you for so many years, and it's the first time I heard you say I'm sorry." Ling Shu laughed, "Don't just say nothing, turn around ten donkey meat pots, you owe me, you can discount it."

Old Yuan scolded with a smile: "You have never changed your problem of asking for money!"

Ling Shu: "That's not right, my family is poor, so I should be in charge long ago!"

Having had enough rest during the bickering, the two began to move things outside the coffin.

It's not about moving the corpse, but what's under the corpse.

Lao Yuan reached out and took out a small yellow cloth bag, placed it carefully by his feet, and started to take out again.

Looking at Ling Shu again, he also moves in the same way as him.

In the end, the two dug a total of five such small yellow cloth bags from the coffin.

These cloth bags were buried at the bottom of the coffin and covered with rice, and when He's body was placed on top, no one could see anything unusual.

Lao Yuan bent down to untie the small cloth bags, and checked them one by one.

"I just watched it yesterday, and I watched it again today, and I won't be greedy for you." Ling Shu teased.

"These things are precious and cannot be destroyed in my hands."

Old Yuan didn't even raise his head.

Inside the cloth bag are pieces of yellowish ivory and gold flakes, with countless words carved densely on them.

The scriptures intercepted by Ling Shu and Yue Dingtang on the train were exactly the same.

"Since it is precious, why does the second master also have it?" Ling Shu asked.

Old Yuan: "That's a smoke bomb deliberately released by the old man to confuse people. He said that you can't transport everything away, you have to keep a little to attract the attention of others, so that you can keep things secret. I also think it makes sense."

Ling Shu: "So, the pagoda that Yue Dingtang got is also one of the smoke bombs?"

Old Yuan coughed lightly: "That's also the old man's idea. The pagoda is so dazzling that people can't put it down just by looking at it. Only such treasures can make people fall in love. Otherwise, how can the plan be implemented smoothly?"