Chapter 945

How could he forget?

The best time I've ever spent in this small rental house.

There is no conspiracy, no struggle, no disguise, no hypocrisy.

For more than 20 years, it seems that only here can he really live.

But... He forgot her.

Huo Baiyuan tightly covered his eyes, lowered his head, and suddenly sobbed like a child, with tears seeping through his fingers.

Qin Miao stares at Huo Baiyuan in amazement. He doesn't understand how Huo Baiyuan suddenly becomes like this. He can only test carefully.

"Young master..."

All of a sudden, Huo Baiyuan grabbed Qin Miao's wrist like a straw. He raised his head and looked at Qin Miao with a pair of red and sincere eyes. His voice was hoarse and he asked: "where is song Lishu? Where is her grave? "

Qin Miao was stunned. There was no time to react.

It's clear that he didn't care about song Lishu's future, and he asked him to bury song Lishu anywhere.

Why did you suddenly ask about song Lishu's cemetery?

Seeing that Qin Miao didn't reply, Huo Baiyuan's eyes seemed to be dripping with blood. He yelled, "I ask you where she is!"

Night has been deep, cold moonlight pouring down, a burst of autumn wind with a piercing chill, branches were blown down, gently fell on the ground.

Qin Miao takes Huo Baiyuan to a secluded public cemetery, where there is no one to look after and clean. The high grave bags are piled up at random, garbage is floating on the ground, and the head of the grave is covered with withered grass. The wind is like a ghost crying.

But Huo Baiyuan let Qin Miao casually dispose of song Lishu's body.

After all, Qin Miao couldn't bear it, so he found such a remote place and buried his body without cremation.

Walking through the tombs, Qin Miao bent down to identify them carefully. Finally, he stopped in front of a tomb without a monument.

"Young master, this is it."

Huo Baiyuan squatted down slowly, stretched out his hand, and stroked the grave. It was like stroking song Lishu's cheek. His fingers tightened inch by inch, grasped a handful of loess, and said calmly: "find someone to dig it."

Qin Miao widened his eyes: "what? What did you say?! Young master, why? The eldest and youngest grannies are all dead. Let her rest in peace. "

Huo Baiyuan turned his head, in the dark night, a pair of cold eyes staring at Qin Miao: "hurry up."

Qin Miao opened his mouth, but he could not disobey Huo Baiyuan's order. He had to take out his mobile phone and make a call.

Before long, several strong men came over with shovel. Even though they were very strong, they could feel the infiltration of people at this moment.

Several strong men waved shovel and began to dig the grave. The loess was everywhere, and the tall burial bag was a little bit short. Under the moonlight, a white hand came out of the loess.

Huo Baiyuan immediately stopped.

Several strong men were pushed aside by shovel.

Huo Baiyuan stepped up to the hand and knelt down with a plop. He trembled and grasped one of the hands in the loess, as if he was confirming something. Suddenly, Huo Baiyuan began to dig up the Loess around him with his bare hands, just like crazy, and the loess was flying around him.

Frightened by Huo Baiyuan, Qin Miao stepped forward quickly: "young master..."

However, no matter how he called, Huo Baiyuan didn't listen. He was like a puppet who couldn't think and control. He knelt on the ground, bent down deeply, and kept repeating the action of digging the loess, even if his ten fingers were dripping with blood.