She is a real daughter with a thousand layers of vest

Chapter 945 Find someone to dig it up
How could he forget?

The best time I've ever had in this tiny rental house.

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

For more than 20 years, it seemed that only here did he truly live his life.

But...he still forgot about her.

Huo Baiyuan covered his eyes tightly, lowered his head, and suddenly sobbed like a child, with tears streaming down from between his fingers.

Qin Miao stared at Huo Baiyuan in astonishment, not understanding why Huo Baiyuan suddenly became like this. He could only test him cautiously.

"Young Master..."

Suddenly, Huo Baiyuan grabbed Qin Miao's wrist fiercely, as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw, raised his head, looked at Qin Miao with a pair of red and earnest eyes, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Where is Song Lishu? Where is her grave?"

Qin Miao was stunned and had no time to react for a moment.

It was obvious that he was the one who did not care about Song Lishu's funeral, and it was also he who asked him to bury Song Lishu anywhere.

Why are you suddenly asking about Song Lishu’s grave?
Seeing that Qin Miao was hesitant to answer, Huo Baiyuan's eyes seemed to be dripping with blood, and he roared: "I asked you where she is?!"

It was late at night, the cold moonlight poured down, and an autumn wind blew with a biting chill, blowing the dead branches off and dropping gently to the ground.

Qin Miao brought Huo Baiyuan to a secluded public cemetery. There was no one to look after it and no one to clean it. Tall graves were piled up randomly, garbage was scattered on the ground, the graves were covered with dead grass, and the whistling wind sounded like ghosts crying.

It’s just that Huo Baiyuan asked Qin Miao to dispose of Song Lishu’s body as he pleased.

Qin Miao couldn't bear it after all, so he found such a remote place and buried the body directly without cremation. Walking between the graves, Qin Miao bent down to identify carefully, and finally stopped in front of a grave without a tombstone.

"Master, this is it."

Huo Baiyuan slowly squatted down, stretched out his hand, and gently stroked the high mound of grave, just like he had stroked Song Lishu's cheek before. His fingers tightened inch by inch, grabbed a handful of loess, and said calmly: "Find someone to dig it up."

Qin Miao's eyes widened in astonishment: "What? What did you say?! Master, why bother? The Madam is already dead, just let her rest in peace."

Huo Baiyuan turned his head, and in the dark night, he stared at Qin Miao with a pair of cold eyes: "Hurry up."

Qin Miao opened his mouth, but could not disobey Huo Baiyuan's order, so he took out his cell phone and made a call.

Not long after, several strong men came over with shovels. Even though they looked strong and powerful, they still looked creepy at this moment.

Several strong men wielded shovels and began to dig the grave. The yellow earth was scattered everywhere, and the high grave mound became lower and lower. Under the moonlight, a white hand appeared from the yellow earth.

Huo Baiyuan immediately called a halt.

Several strong men holding shovels stepped aside.

Huo Baiyuan walked up to the hand and knelt down with a plop. He tremblingly grabbed a hand in the loess, as if he was confirming something. Suddenly, Huo Baiyuan began to dig up the loess around him with his bare hands, like a madman, and the loess flew around him.

Qin Miao was frightened by Huo Baiyuan and hurriedly took a few steps forward: "Young Master..."

But no matter how he called out, Huo Baiyuan acted as if he had heard nothing, like a puppet that could not think or be controlled. He knelt on the ground, bent over deeply, and kept repeating the action of digging in the loess, even though his ten fingers were already covered in blood.

(End of this chapter)