One person: The heroic spirit of Cao Wei, challenging the peak!

Zhang Chulan beside him clenched his fist unconsciously. When he was a child, he moved frequently. Although his grandfather didn't say it...

But our Zhang family must have offended someone, and my grandfather died for unknown reasons...

Now even his grave has been dug up after his death. What on earth do these bastards want to do!

He looked at Feng Baobao with a hint of gloom in his eyes. Who is she?

Cao Ning patted Zhang Chulan on the shoulder. Although Chulan looked carefree and innocent on the surface, this was just his disguise.

It’s not that I, as your brother, don’t want to tell you that the old man is still alive, but that the old man himself doesn’t intend to tell you.

Double-handed Lü Liang, no...

To be precise, Lu Liang doesn't know how to use both hands yet, but he has inherited the Lu family's natural magic of soul enlightenment...

When you are processing the fake old man’s corpse, I wonder if you will be able to collect the surprise I have prepared for you!

Zhang Chulan's originally nervous mood soon relaxed, but his fists clenched unconsciously. He and his brother had been hiding in the city for survival for these years, and now they had found them!

What exactly happened back then!

With a heavy heart, he said to Lao Zhang:

"Is there anything missing from the scene?"

Lao Zhang shook his head doubtfully and said:

"No, that's what I find strange. We searched the tomb and found that all the burial objects were still there, only the old man's body was gone..."

After years of investigating cases, tomb robbery is not something I haven't seen before...

But this is the first time I've seen someone stealing an old man's body, and he's been dead for so many years, so the body must have turned into a pile of bones, right?

Cao Ning said to Feng Baobao:

"Sister Baoer, what do you think about this matter?"

Feng Baobao looked around and said:

“The room is well decorated, very tasteful.”

Upon hearing this, the corners of Cao Ning's mouth could not help but twitch. It turned out that Feng Baobao's focus was always different from that of others.

He did not continue to ask, but turned to Lao Zhang and said:

"If you have any clues, please call me immediately. Is that the end of today's incident? I'm tired after sitting in the car all day."

Then he pondered for a while and continued:

"Have you reported this matter?"

Old Zhang's pupils shrank slightly, he sighed, and said helplessly:

"Only our director knows, and you know too..."

He paused and did not continue speaking, but turned around to look at the strange scene around him and the horrifying corpses at the stairs.

Cao Ning waved his hand and said:

"Well, don't report this matter. This group of people is not ordinary."

A trace of powerlessness appeared in Old Zhang's eyes, and he said with a little frustration:

"Okay, if I have any clues, I will contact you as soon as possible. This matter is full of weirdness."

After Lao Zhang and the police left, Cao Ning walked to the side of the tomb and looked at the funerary objects placed at the burial site. A hint of intriguing taste rose in his starry eyes...

This burial object was not completely lost. I clearly remember that I also put a night pearl in it.

Tsk tsk tsk...

As the heir of the Xiangxi clan, is Liu Yanyan so short of money?

Zhang Chulan asked curiously:

"Did you notice anything strange?"

Upon hearing this, Cao Ning shook his head and said:

"Do you think I'm a god? What can I find out?"

Zhang Chulan glanced at Feng Baobao who was playing with the expensive jewelry again, pointed with his finger, and said while comparing his lips:

"Is she real?"

Cao Ning shook his head, patted his shoulder and said:

"Is this true? I see you must be tired after sitting in the car all day. Let's find a hotel to rest."

Zhang Chulan's face turned black, Brother!

I was telling you something in private, why did you blurt it out all of a sudden?

Feng Baobao was seen picking up the funerary objects in the tomb. Then she climbed out of the pit, put on ten gold rings, and said as if to show off:

"Cao Ning! Would these ten gold rings look good on my hands?"

As he spoke, a hint of desire appeared in his watery eyes...

Cao Ning patted his forehead and said helplessly:

"Take it if you like it."

As expected, women can't resist shiny things, even Feng Baobao is no exception, especially this kind of yellow shiny...

Feng Baobao's beautiful face showed a happy smile, like a child who got something for nothing, but the next moment:

"Gululu."

There was a loud sound, and Feng Baobao blinked innocently.

Cao Ning yawned and said to the two of them:

"Are you hungry? Let's go eat first and wait for the police to notify us about this matter."

Chapter 5 Crying in mourning

under the moon.

A desolate moonlight was reflected on the countryside. The breeze unique to summer kept floating in the air, and the trees on both sides of the road were rustling.

On the winding and bumpy road, there were two men and one woman walking. The leading man was about 1.87 meters tall, thin and tall, with neat and handsome hair.

Under his thick sword-like eyebrows are a pair of mysterious starry eyes, and the whole person seems to be carved by nature.

Another man had shoulder-length hair tied into a four-leaf clover shape at the back of his head, and he was carrying five or six paper figures on his shoulders...

The paint on the paper-made figure has not dried yet, as if it had just been made in a hurry.

The girl walking at the end had fair skin and beautiful looks, with ten gold rings on her delicate little hands. In her arms was a paper bag filled with small steamed buns, which she would feed into her cherry mouth from time to time, with a hint of joy between her brows.

The three people were Cao Ning and his companions who went up the mountain to worship, and this worship was proposed by Zhang Chulan...

They said there were too many people there and it was embarrassing to cry in front of the grave.

Cao Ning wanted to scalp him after hearing this, this brat...

Fortunately, the old man is not dead yet, otherwise he would have crawled out and skinned him.

Zhang Chulan gasped for breath and said weakly to the two of them:

“Huff, huff, huff…please walk slower, I really can’t hold on any longer.”

Cao Ning looked back and saw that Zhang Chulan's white short-sleeved shirt had been dyed with colorful paint, and beads of sweat were all over his forehead...

He said somewhat speechlessly:

"I told you not to buy these paper figures, but you insisted on buying them. Not only did you buy them...but you even ordered them custom-made from the merchant."

After lunch in the afternoon, Zhang Chulan insisted on dragging Cao Ning to the store to buy paper shoes and figures.

After looking around for a long time, I was not satisfied, so I had to customize one...

The inside is made of solid bamboo and wood, each weighing at least 40 to 50 kilograms...

Zhang Chulan touched the sweat on his forehead with difficulty, and said breathlessly:

"You've been filial to Grandpa, repairing his grave and building a nightclub for him... If I don't build something, won't it seem like I'm unfilial?"

Cao Ning said speechlessly:

"So, you hired a group of people to mourn for you at the foot of the mountain?"

This immediately woke up Zhang Chulan, as if he hadn't heard the sound of mourning for a long time. He quickly took out his cell phone and made a call, cursing:

"What are you doing? I called you here to mourn, not to sleep at the foot of the mountain!"

After I hung up the phone angrily, I heard a vague cry:

"Master...you died miserably? I, Zhang Chulan, am here to see you!"

"Grandpa, I, Zhang Chulan, miss you so much!"

"Wow, wow, wow... your filial grandson Zhang Chulan is here to pay tribute to you! My lovely grandpa!"

"My poor grandpa, goodbye!"

......

Cao Ning heard these cries and screams, and was suddenly a little amused and cried, it was really too filial...

It's really powerful!

If the old man knew about this, he would not give him two beatings. No one would cry like this.

Zhang Chulan put the paper figure on his back on the ground, sat down on the ground and said:

"Sister Baoer, can you help me quickly? This is a paper figurine I'm burning for Grandpa!"

Feng Baobao looked indifferent and said in a Sichuan accent:

"Zhang Chulan, do your own thing."

As she said this, she swayed her hips and walked happily towards the cemetery. Cao Ning shook his head and followed her...