Chapter 9
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Under the moonlight, two figures sneaked into the ancestral grave of the Qi family. She saw hundreds of gloomy tombstones silently looking at the two strangers who had intruded without saying a word. It was so quiet that it seemed that even the nearby frogs and insects were buried with them. The warm spring breeze in the distance also turned cold here. There was a gloomy air everywhere that made one's hair stand on end.
Forsythia's face was pale. She shrunk her neck and followed Ning Shu closely. She did not dare to look around, afraid that the ancestors of the Qi family would suddenly jump out of the tombstones and choke her.
Ning Shu walked leisurely as if she was strolling in a garden. She nimbly passed through the rows of gloomy tombstones and carefully looked for traces of the elegant second husband.
"What are you afraid of? The people lying here have long rotted into a pile of bones. Even if there are any left, there are only ghosts floating here. Ghosts are not as scary as people. "
"Re … really?" Forsythia swallowed hard and desperately tried to gather her courage.
"How can it be fake?" Ning Shu mischievously said, "Some ghosts have terrible faces, broken hands, missing heads, and bleeding stomachs, but their hearts are very simple. They don't often eat people. Even if they do, they will eat the one in the crowd who is the most afraid and screams the loudest."
Ah ah ah ah! Forsythia was so scared that she was about to scream, but she quickly stopped herself and stared at her young miss with resentment.
After playing around, the two quickly quieted down to do business. After about half an hour, Ning Shu stopped in front of a tombstone.
The tombstone of the twenty-sixth generation of the Qi family, the second son of the first wife, Huai Jin.
This was it.
Ning Shu's eyes lit up, "Bring the tools and dig!"
"Are, are we really going to dig?"
"How can it be fake? It's not easy to come to see second husband, so we have to meet him face to face. It's not rude. "Moreover, some things could not be seen without personally examining it.
Forsythia made up her mind. She covered her mouth and nose with her handkerchief and started digging the grave with Ning Shu. Because it was a new grave, the soil was not tight. In less than an hour, they found the coffin. As soon as she opened it, the smell was extremely pungent. Even through the thick handkerchief, she almost fainted from the smell. However, she saw that Ning Shu didn't care and bent down to check the body.
"Second Husband, I'm sorry to offend you."
The corpse was seven feet and five inches tall. Its limbs were long and slender, and its bones were intact. However, the corpse had long decayed and was emitting a thick stench. The brocade robe wrapped around the corpse was also slightly tattered, and it tore with a single tug. His skin was purplish black and clung tightly to his bones. His hair had all fallen off, and his once handsome and elegant face was no longer as charming as before.
Ning Shu sighed in her heart. She ordered Forsythia to bring the silver needles over. She pricked his mouth and nose, and the needles worked as usual. He then examined his neck and internal organs, but the silver needles still did not turn black. There were no wounds on the corpse either.
"Forsythia, help me flip him over."
Both of them used their strength to flip him over, and the results were the same.
"Dagger."
Ning Shu took it and cut open his stomach. She found that his heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys were all shattered.
Forsythia gasped, "It's the same as Young Master Yun!"
Ning Shu frowned and checked inch by inch from his skull down. With the help of the hazy moonlight, she could vaguely see that there seemed to be a darker patch on the side of his neck, but she couldn't make out its shape. Ning Shu was about to take a closer look when she suddenly heard a commotion coming from afar.
"Forsythia, quickly close the coffin and hide."
However, the sound was getting closer and closer. Ning Shu immediately said, "It's too late. Take away a few of the burial items. We'll hide."
Both of them immediately put away all their tools and tidied up Qi Huaijin's corpse. They hid behind a thick locust tree and kept quiet.
Creak, creak, creak. The even sound of the wheels was especially clear in the night. Through the thick branches, Ning Shu saw a carriage parked not far away. The interior of the carriage was luxuriously decorated. The coachman was a young man who was not even twenty years old. He was tall and handsome. He jumped off the carriage nimbly, then turned around respectfully. He bowed and extended his arm towards the carriage, "Sir, please slow down."
A hand reached out from inside the carriage, lifting the curtain.
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