Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

Chapter 406 The ancestral grave was dug

"Hey, stop talking about this and get down to business."

Jingzhi pointed in the direction of the kitchen and continued in a low voice: "He doesn't seem to want me to know, but..."

"What on earth is this new stuff covered in mud?"

The fat man looked away from the bean sprouts, patted his hands clean, crossed his arms, and rubbed his chin. "Well... you live with Brother Ying now, so it's not that you can't talk about it."

He suddenly pinched his neck, rolled his eyes, and said:

"You know, Tomb of the Dead, we take over the new goods dug up by tomb robbers and sell them to auction houses. Sometimes we come across good goods and keep them for ourselves. If there is a suitable buyer or a high bidder, we will resell them."

Jingzhi sat up straight and leaned back, took a deep breath, and suddenly understood why Cheng Ying was unwilling to get involved in such things.

In his previous lives, he was a Taoist priest. He believed in reincarnation and retribution, so naturally he would not want to get involved in things like digging up people's graves.

Even Lin Jiu in his first life, when he heard that Master Ren wanted to dig a grave, his first reaction was to refuse politely.

How heartless this is.

But curiosity still prevailed.

"Whose tomb did you rob?"

Seeing Jing leaning back, the fat man was not surprised.

The same thing happened to his several girlfriends. As soon as they heard that he was making money from the dead, they all ran away.

"Oh, we didn't go into the tomb, we just resold it. They are all goods from the mainland."

"Here, I brought one more today. Old Yang who went to the tomb said that there is no one in this tomb, only burial objects. You don't have to be afraid." He rummaged through his pocket and took out a red cloth.

The cloth has a bulge in an arc shape, and there must be something wrapped inside.

Jingzhi's attention was drawn to another name in his words, "Lao Yang?"

She looked at Xiao Yang.

Xiao Yang shrugged helplessly, "Yes, it's my dad. Otherwise, how do you think I, at such a young age, could be a spy for the gang? The one that Brother Wei trusts is my dad."

Good guy, Jingzhi exclaimed.

It seems like this is a family industry chain, with one link after another.

She tapped her index finger twice near the red cloth. "What is this?"

The fat man raised his eyebrows mysteriously at her. "Old Yang has checked the goods. This small glass bottle from the Tang Dynasty is genuine. Although it's missing a lid, it's very old."

He raised a thick palm and said, "At least it can be sold for this amount."

Jingzhi: "How much?"

The fat man raised his lips proudly, "Five hundred thousand a pair."

"A couple?" She was a little confused.

It was the Tang Dynasty, and she had lived in the Tang Dynasty. How could something so small be there, and they were a pair?

Seeing her puzzled expression, the fat man slowly uncovered the red cloth and said, "You can only look but not touch. Don't touch me. If I lose a little skin, it's not worth the price."

The moment Jingzhi saw the thing, his eyes went dark. When he looked again, they went dark again.

By the way, her family’s grave was dug up. Does Cheng Ying know about it?

She was impressed by the two small glass bottles lying on the table without lids.

That was clearly the small bottle containing poison that Zhu Jiuhe had left in that thatched cottage.

She held her confused forehead and turned around to ask:

"How much did you say?"

Xiao Yang opened his eyes innocently and said, "Five hundred thousand, your memory is not very good."

"Shut up!" It was his father who dug her family's grave, so Jingzhi couldn't help but vent her anger on him.

She took a deep breath and asked the fat man:

"You said there was no one in the tomb. How could there be no one?"

The fat man pointed at Xiao Yang and said, "He knows better than me."

Xiao Yang pursed his lips, made a zipper-zipping gesture, threw away the key, and spread his hands.

Jing Yizhi was confused. If she wanted to know what happened to Zhu Jiu and the corpse in Cao Lu, she had to bow her head.

Jingzhi gritted her teeth and forced a smile, "Xiao Yang, come on, it was my tone that wasn't very nice just now."

There is murderous intent hidden in the smile.

The fat man had been in society for many years. He touched his nose and lowered his head to pick vegetables.

Although he didn't know what happened, it really was none of his business.

Xiao Yang is a child with a gentle and straightforward temper. He doesn't really care whether she is angry or not.

"My dad said there were three coffins in the tomb, but they were empty. There were only a few pieces of clothing inside, and no inscriptions were left."

"There are many weapons in the tomb, most of them are swords."

“There are also many porcelains, calligraphy and paintings.”

At this point, he chuckled, as if thinking of something funny. "It rained heavily a few days ago, and the land next to this tomb has slipped."

"My dad said that the new tomb was built on top of the old one, so the foundation was unstable. A heavy rainstorm caused both tombs to collapse. There were also a lot of modern furniture and other things in the tomb. My dad almost missed these things. Fortunately, he was more careful."

What two tombs? It’s obviously just one tomb.

Those modern furniture were used by Zhu Jiu and her.

Jingzhi held up her face, looking somewhat melancholy.

In fact, since the person was dead, there was no need for her to worry about a pair of corpses. After all, accompanying Cheng Ying was the most important thing now.

However, how could she be so heartless as not to find out the whereabouts of her former lover's body?

The balcony suddenly became quiet.

Jingzhi then opened a bottle of beer and drank it slowly, occasionally peeling a cucumber and cutting some konjac noodles.

But my thoughts have already flown away.

The turtle that was buried with the two people should be a small one.

He was quick-witted and Jingzhi had reason to suspect that the tomb built by Xigui was a fake one, designed to deceive tomb robbers like Lao Yang.

As for the real tomb, she also had some ideas.

The collapse of the tomb may have destroyed the deception set up by Xigui.

This sleight of hand also has a limited scope.

Judging from the magical power of the turtle, there should be a real tomb within fifty meters around the tomb.

The Jiangnan water town where I used to live was probably in the Jiangsu and Zhejiang areas.

Now Cheng Ying is sticking to her so tightly that she seems unable to escape for even a moment.

Moreover, the police now have spies planted near Cheng Ying's home, so if he wants to leave the port, he might be followed.

Tsk, that’s hard to do.

"Wow!"

The glass door opened.

Jingzhi, whose face was red from the sun, turned her head away.

Cheng Ying gently put his arm around her shoulder and said, "The ingredients are ready. I'm going to take a nap. Do you want to sleep?"

The fat man instantly revealed a lewd smile. It was an invitation to sleep. Brother Eagle was really bold.

Jingzhi: "You go to sleep, I'm not sleepy."

"Besides, it's so boring for them to be alone. I'll go to my room and get the game console and game cards, so we can play together for a while."

Cheng Ying pursed his lips and waved at her, "You sit down, I'll get it."

Two big light bulbs, so annoying.

His nap hug with Jingzhi was gone just like that, huh.

……

Jingzhi returned to the kitchen, gathered a bunch of snacks from the cupboard, and took out the lemon duck feet that had been soaked overnight from the refrigerator and placed them on the coffee table.

The two guests were sitting cross-legged on the carpet in front of the coffee table, each holding a game console, their eyes fixed on the game screen on TV.

"Nmd, Xiao Yang, look at this move of mine! I'll do it!"

Compared to the fat man's excitement, Xiao Yang's tone remained calm, "You can't beat Brother Ying in real life, and you can't beat a kid like me in the game either."

《Game over! 》

The fat man looked at the fallen hero, slapped his thigh, and shouted for a rematch.

The two of them, one still and one active, were having a lot of fun.

Cheng Ying and Jingzhi sat behind the coffee table.

They didn't sit on the sofa, but chose to sit on the carpet together.

Jingzhi ate potato chips while watching the two people playing games.

Suddenly, my shoulders felt heavy.

Cheng Ying leaned sideways and rested his head gently on her shoulder.

Jingzhi froze and carefully put down the bag of potato chips in his hand.

I didn't even dare to chew potato chips for fear of waking him up.

She tilted her head slightly. Cheng Ying was sleeping soundly, his legs slightly bent, his arms resting on his arched knees, his hands hanging naturally.

His tightly closed eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes, and his sharp gaze was gone, making him look more casual.

Jingzhi curled her lips, wiped her fingers with a tissue, and gently touched his hair that was pulled back.

He always looks very well behaved when he is asleep.

She stretched out her idle left hand and gently held his right hand, and her bored fingers gently twirled his pinky ring.

The tangled thoughts in my mind came up again.

Should I tell Cheng Ying how to use this ring?

But Caolu said that they have different personalities.

Cheng Ying might not like anything Zhu Jiu has used.

But this... originally all belonged to him.

The fat man in front of the coffee table just turned his head to take a look, then rolled his eyes and went back to playing games.

The sour smell of love is back again.

They have to hold hands when sleeping. Isn't it so beautiful for Brother Eagle?