Chapter 92 Digging the Grave

 In an instant.

The whole Fufeng Mountain is filled with a strong sense of shit.

The north wind whistled, and there were sounds of retching one after another.

Lu Chaochao took out two pieces of cloth very experiencedly. Yuan Man looked at the white cloth in front of him and felt very...

  Speechless.

 "Who did it?!"

 Sounds of anger filled the mountains and plains.

"It's those two cubs, the ones we just sent up the mountain today, find them quickly!"

 "Damn it, vomit...it's too smelly, I can't do it, it's too smelly, I can't stand it..."

"What did she think about blowing up a cesspool?"

Lu Chaochao put his hands in his pockets and looked cold.

At this moment, the Fufeng Mountain cottage was full of stench, and Song Yu frowned.

"What happened outside? Why is it so smelly?" He was offering sacrifices, holding incense in both hands and raising his head high, worshiping devoutly.

The second master held his nose and said, "The two boys who went up the mountain just now threw fire sticks into the latrine and blew up the latrine on the spot."

Song Yu waved his hand: "Send someone to deal with it. Don't disturb my father's sleep."

"Today is the anniversary of my late father's death, so please don't disturb me." Song Yu looked calm.

 His expression paused.

"Don't hurt that little girl. It's normal for children to be naughty." The little girl looked very much like his daughter who died young.

 This is probably why the Dong family's wife abducted her.

 The second master responded immediately and hurriedly retreated.

 Song Yu looked at his deceased father's memorial tablet with a gloomy expression.

Mother Song sighed: "Your father said something before he died."

"He said that his fate was once told by an old blind man. He said that he was a bandit when he was twenty years old and could make a name for himself in the world."

 "But bad luck happened and he died at the age of forty."

"But the old blind man said something else, saying that when he was fifty, he would suffer a calamity." Song's mother was puzzled.

"It has come true that your father died at the age of forty. But what does this calamity mean when he turns fifty? Your father has been dead for ten years." Song's mother tossed and turned countless times at night, unable to think of the reason.

 What calamity can a dead person have?

Today, it happens to be the anniversary of his death at the age of fifty, and Song's mother suddenly remembered this matter.

Song Yu waved his hand: "It's just a charlatan. What calamity can you expect from being buried for ten years? Mother, don't worry about it. Just take care of yourself."

Mother Song sighed: "Are you really not willing to accept the imperial court's invitation?"

"If you submit to the imperial court, you can still find a future with your talents. Being a bandit for generations is not a long-term solution after all." Song's mother had had enough of fighting and killing.

Song Yu frowned.

"Mom, don't mention it again. My father fell into the trap and became a bandit. Fortunately, Fufeng Mountain took him in, and the Song family has survived until now. It makes no sense to abandon them now." Song Yu's brows revealed a faint smile.

"How can you be as happy as a local emperor in Fufengshan if you work as a cow or a horse for the imperial court?" Song Yu said with a chuckle.

Song Yu was busy paying homage to his late father.

But Lu Chaochao pulled Yuan Man up the back mountain.

 The little guy was panting heavily from exhaustion. He sat on a round bulge, held the milk bottle and took a few sips.

"The pot is full, and there is meat..." Beside the round little earthen buns, there are actually burning wax paper money, and there are chickens and ducks for tribute.

Lu Chaochao's eyes lit up.

 He grabbed the roast chicken and took a few bites.

 Still warm.

"Hey, hey, you can't eat this blindly. Come down quickly, this is a grave, used to worship the dead."

"I'm going to vomit, it's something bad." Yuan Man was startled by her and hurriedly pulled her down.

"Neng times, times times." Lu Chaochao took a few bites of the chicken legs, but Yuan Man took them away and put them back on the plate.

Yuan Man looked around and was suddenly frightened.

There were crows crows all around, and graves were standing everywhere, which made him shiver.

 "There is a mushroom Gugu…" Lu Chaochao pointed to the mushroom growing on the grave, with a look of surprise on his face.

Yuan Man had no intention of caring about her anymore. The little boy squatted in the corner, crying.

"Uuuuuu, I miss my parents so much... Grandpa and grandma, when will you come to save Manman." The tenth generation single biography was named Yuan Man, which shows that his parents care about him.

"I'm so homesick, so scared... Wuwuwu" He lay crying under the tree. He had been busy traveling these past few days, and was frightened and homesick. At this moment, he leaned against the tree and fell asleep directly. past. There are still tears on my face.

Lu Chaochao looked disgusted and pouted: "Crying bag."

 After saying that, the little guy took out a small shovel from the space while there was no one around. The small shovel was extremely delicate and was used by her to dig up spiritual herbs.

 Looking small, it can be easily pried open from solid rocks.

She squatted beside the grave, shoveling away the mud.

 "Hey, hey, hey, hey..." The little guy buried his head, stuck out his **** and worked seriously.

"Wow, there really are mushrooms..." After a while, a pure black coffin was revealed.

There were a lot of small mushrooms growing on the side of the coffin, in clumps and piles.

Lu Chaochao was so happy that she was not even taller than the coffin, so she took it off with her feet up.

After picking it, she stared at the coffin lid again and thought about it.

 "What's inside?" No matter what, just open it and take a look.

Lu Chaochao had a trace of spiritual energy in his hands, stepped on his feet, and pushed the coffin lid open little by little.

Lu Chaochao lay beside the coffin and took a look.

　　Many small mushrooms grew out of the dense white bones.

 It was probably out of the sun, but this mushroom grew extremely well, and Lu Chaochao immediately began to howl.

 Climb into the coffin on hands and knees and pluck the mushrooms one by one.

 The bones will be trampled to pieces.

When she was about to climb out of the coffin, she took off the skull again, put it in her arms, and took it away.

Lu Chaochao looked at the mushrooms on the ground and felt a sense of accomplishment.

The little guy lifted up his clothes and filled a bag full of mushrooms before stepping forward to wake Yuan Man up.

 "The pot is full, the pot is full…"

Yuan Man looked a little confused when he woke up.

　　Seeing that she was covered in mud, he was startled: "What's going on? Did you fall into the pit?"

 Lu Chaochao just smiled stupidly and said in a milky voice: "Guo Guo, mushrooms..."

 "Get rid of the fat, use the fat to stew the mushrooms."

Yuan Man saw that she was about to leave and there were graves behind her. He did not dare to look back at all and hurriedly followed her.

When the two returned to the village, they were immediately caught by the vicious bandits, who carried them by the neck and were taken to the main hall.

 After a day of hard work, there is still a faint stench in the air.

 Fortunately it's not too strong.

"Stinky girl, look at the good things you have done!" the second master scolded angrily. He was so stinky that he didn't eat for a whole day.

"Believe it or not, I will beat you to death! How can you be so naughty at such a young age?" The third master raised his hand.

Song Yu raised his hand slightly, and everyone stopped talking.

He looked at Lu Chaochao. Lu Chaochao was only one year old. Although he was a little embarrassed when he came, he could tell that he had grown up with a lot of love.

Now, after only one day's work, my whole body is covered with mud, my little knot is drooping, and I am extremely embarrassed.

 Like a little fairy in the sky, pressed into the mud.

"Wo, Wo didn't mean it..." Lu Chaochao's eyes were filled with tears, and his long and narrow eyelashes trembled slightly, which made people's hearts melt.

Song Yu was stunned for a moment.

 He once had a daughter.

The girl was also cute and charming, delicate and innocent, and was the love of Song Yu's life.

Even, he once thought about accepting the imperial court recruitment for the sake of his child's safety.

When she was two years old, the child occasionally caught wind and cold. Song Yu tried his best but could not keep her.

 His wife missed her daughter very much, and later died after her daughter.

 Lu Chaochao approached cautiously.

"Mud, do you want mushrooms?" The little milk baby with tears in her eyes carefully stepped on her feet and brought the mushrooms to her.

 "Chaochao, pick it up for the mud."

Song Yu seemed to see his daughter again.

 What a cute and well-behaved child.