My master is invincible

Chapter 1876 Yin Yang Rice (80)

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but stare at the woman without even daring to blink, mainly because I was worried about missing something.

It was found that the woman's facial expression was very rich, it was as if a song of Romance of the Three Kingdoms was being performed on her face.

After half a minute, she burst into tears.

"Woo, I knew that he was obsessed with that matter."

"Ugh, why is this happening!"

"My son, I'm sorry for my mother!"

......

With words like this, the woman cried for nearly 3 minutes, and the woman stopped crying until the old yellow driver hung up the phone and came over.

"Why are you crying? You killed your son yourself, and now you have the face to cry here." The old yellow driver didn't give him a good look.

"Brother Huang, please tell me, before my son died, do you want me to avenge him!" The woman grabbed the driver Huang's arm tightly.

I was afraid that he would speak out, so I quickly winked at him.

The old driver Huang was worthy of being an old driver. He immediately understood and said, "Yes, your son is just like you, holding my arm tightly and asking you to avenge him."

As soon as these words came out, the woman cried even more sadly.

Seeing this, I felt that the time was ripe, so I hurriedly asked: "Auntie, if you have any secrets, just tell them, and I will definitely help you."

"And me, I will help you too." The old yellow driver echoed from the side.

The woman listened to what we said, glanced back and forth between our two faces, and said, "It's him, it's him, it's all his fault, if it wasn't for him, my son wouldn't have died."

"Who is he?" I asked quickly.

To my disappointment, the woman didn't know whether she was thinking of something or what was going on, she stopped abruptly, she stopped talking, and kept sobbing.

I was also speechless about this, so I gave the old driver Huang a wink, which meant to tell him to persuade him quickly, after all, he was familiar with this woman.

The old yellow driver immediately understood what I said, looked at the woman, and comforted him: "Sister Chrysanthemum, it's already this time, what are you trying to hide, now that your son is right in front of you, don't you want me to hide it? Your son will not rest in peace, hurry up and tell who that person is, and this little brother and I will make the decision for you, besides, even if we cannot make the decision for you, the people’s police will definitely not let those who commit crimes go unpunished.”

The woman looked up at the old driver Huang and said, "Brother Huang, it's not that I don't want to say it, it's that I can't say it."

As she said, she fumbled around and took out a stack of banknotes and handed it to Lao Huang, and continued: "Brother Huang, this is my income for this year. I hope you don't dislike it. You must find a job for my son." Good coffin, buried behind our house."

While speaking, she stuffed the money into the hands of the old yellow driver.

I roughly glanced at it, about [-] or so.

And the old yellow driver grabbed the money and said, "Sister Chrysanthemum, why are you so persistent, what is more important than your son's life!"

She shook her head vigorously and kept crying, but didn't speak.

I am also speechless about this, I really don't understand what is going on in this woman's mind.

However, if she doesn't say it, I can't help it. I can't put a knife on her neck and force her to say it!
But, then again, I reckon, even if you put a knife on her neck, she might not be able to speak.

Based on this consideration, I did not speak any more.

And the old yellow driver obviously didn't want to let it go, and said a lot of words to the woman, but basically it didn't work.

Because the woman, who has been sobbing there, has never spoken.

After speaking for about three or four minutes, a piercing siren sounded.

Looking up, a police car drove by.

In the next period of time, the woman was taken away by the police, and according to the police's instructions, the child's body had to be sent back to the crematorium in the county.

The woman knelt on the ground and begged bitterly, presumably because she was moved by the woman's crying, the policemen didn't insist anymore, and escorted the woman away.

After the woman left, I looked at the old driver Huang, and the old driver asked me: "Little brother, what do you think we should do now? Should we carry the child's body back to the village, or?"

I thought about it for a while, and it would definitely not work to drag the child's body back to the village like this, let alone whether the villagers would agree, just because there are still two corpses lying in the village, once they are pulled back, the small village may fall apart God.

Seeing that I didn't speak, the old yellow driver asked me: "Little brother, you are talking, you are my backbone now."

I glanced at him and said softly, "Put the corpse in the car first!"

"What!" He exclaimed, and hurriedly said: "Little brother, you are not mistaken, my truck is newly bought, and the whole family depends on this truck for dinner."

I understand what he means, for some drivers, the truck is their lifeblood, but right now, there is no other way to do this, it can only be placed in his car, and you can't just find a place to bury it, that's too sorry The woman is gone.

Not to mention taking the corpse off the truck and putting it on the ground. Once it was breathed into the ground, but not buried, that would be a serious crime.

"Old Huang, look... can you give me a few more days?" As I said that, I pinched my fingers and calculated. According to Mrs. Yuan's birthday, her auspicious day for funeral is the day after tomorrow, which means that I have to put three pieces of paper on the truck. sky.

The child's body can only be brought back after the funeral of Mrs. Yuan and others.

As soon as the old yellow driver heard what I said, he said: "Little brother, this truck is my job. If I give it a few days, what should I do with my car? If something unclean is caused, I will die for the rest of my life." But it's over!"

I nodded and quickly said, "Old Huang, don't worry, afterward, I promise to keep your truck clean and never mess with any dirty things."

"Really?" He seemed a little disbelieving.

I hummed, "Don't worry, I swear in my name, Chen Baxian, that I will never let your car get into any dirty things."

He thought for a while, and said with great reluctance: "Okay, I'll take it as a good deed, but, little brother, you promise, you must help me get rid of bad luck."

"Don't worry, I will give you a satisfactory explanation." I quickly agreed.

Later, the old driver Huang and I got the suitcase from the cab to the carriage. Considering that the child died tragically in the suitcase, I dared not be careless. I found a few tree stumps and put them in the carriage, and then put the suitcase in the carriage. The carriage is near the position on the right.

The old yellow driver asked me what this meant.

I told him that trees have a saying of separating yin and yang, and placing them on top of stumps will prevent children's grievances from polluting the truck.

The old yellow driver smiled slightly and said to me: "Little brother, you have a heart, by the way, why didn't you go back and mess with those two corpses."

I was not polite, so I told him what happened after entering the village.

Considering that the only person I can trust in front of me is the old yellow driver in front of me, I just kept going and told the old yellow driver all my guesses about the old lady Yuan and the golden coffin.

What I didn't expect was that when he heard it, he almost didn't jump up, and cursed a few words, saying that everything is out of the world, how can there be such a vicious person, and what did he say? That Yuan Qingtian is too selfish, can't Patronizing the rise of an industry, but disregarding human life.

Regarding his reactions, I caught my eye one by one and asked him: "Old Huang, how much do you know about the customs here?"

(End of this chapter)