Era: My backyard is the garbage dump of the universe

Chapter 502 The Sealed Thing
Although the road to the market is open to traffic, it is bumpy and difficult to travel on.

Liu Qingsong had no choice but to slow down the military jeep and head towards the market at a speed of twenty yards.

Just as they were about to reach the entrance of the market, Xiao Guoba suddenly reached out to wipe his tears and spoke timidly: "Brother, how do you know so much about my family's affairs?"

After all, her home is too remote.

There is no car or electricity, and transportation is blocked. Generally speaking, it is difficult for outsiders to know the personal information of the Wuxi production team, especially those who have died.

"Do you believe what I saw through surveillance?" Liu Qingsong replied sarcastically.

"I believe it!" Little Guoba nodded his thin little head: "But...but what is surveillance?"

"You don't even know what surveillance is, and you still say you trust me?" Liu Qingsong was amused. After parking the military jeep, he got out of the car holding Xiao Guoba.

"Because my brother is a good man! Mom said that good people will not lie." Little Guoba replied seriously.

"Do you hate your mother for selling you?" Liu Qingsong looked at Xiao Guoba.

He didn't want to ask this question at first, but Xiao Guoba mentioned "Mom", so he decided to ask it anyway.

"No hate!" Little Guoba cried again with red eyes: "My parents sold me because they didn't want me to starve to death."

"Is that so?" Liu Qingsong nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

After all, Xiao Guoba is so sensible, and asking him about Hei Niu and Wang Chahua would just be causing trouble.

Of course, he also believed that Hei Niu and Wang Chahua would never be willing to sell their child Xiao Guoba unless they had no choice.

Seeing the busy flow of people at the entrance of the market, Liu Qingsong put away his thoughts, held the small pot crust in his arms, avoided the pedestrians, and walked quickly into the market.

The market was bustling with shouts and hawking sounds, but the environment and sanitation were quite poor. Not only were there piles of garbage on the ground, but Liu Qingsong smelled a pungent stench as soon as he walked in.

The foul smell was drifting from the southeast of the market. Liu Qingsong was about to cover his nose and move away, but the small rice crust in his hand suddenly flew into his arms. He dared not look around anymore.

"What's wrong?" Liu Qingsong asked softly.

"My uncle is selling fish at the stall in front. Brother, please stay away. I don't want to see him." Little Guoba replied in a low voice.

"Why?" Liu Qingsong was puzzled.

Even if you have severed ties with your uncle, there is no need to be so scared.

"Because my father owed him five dollars, he said he would sell me if he saw me." Little Guoba cried and shouted.

"Really?" Liu Qingsong frowned.

Although he didn't know how Hei Niu owed Uncle Xiao Guoba five dollars, no matter what, he shouldn't say that he would sell Xiao Guoba just for five dollars!

"Oh!" Thinking of this, Liu Qingsong sighed, holding the small rice crust, and walked towards the stall selling fried dough twists on the west street.

After buying the fried dough twist, Liu Qingsong did not linger in the market, but went straight to the exit holding the small rice crust.

Next to the military jeep, a few ruffian-looking young men were looking around to check the situation inside the cab.

"What are you guys doing?" Liu Qingsong couldn't help but ask when he saw this scene.

"Nothing! Just looking around." A black-faced young man with buck teeth sneered, "Is this car yours?"

"Yeah," Liu Qingsong replied, took out the car keys and opened the car door.

Just as he was about to carry the little Guoba in his arms, the dark-faced young man stretched out his hand to stop him: "Do you know whose territory this is?"

“Haha…” Liu Qingsong sneered: “I don’t care whose territory it is. If you don’t get out of the way, I will definitely cry so hard that I won’t be able to cry.”

"Oh!" The black-faced young man got angry immediately after hearing that. He rolled up his sleeves, waved his hand, and surrounded Liu Qingsong with a few young men around him.

"Brother...be careful!" Little Guoba was so scared by this scene that he burst into tears.

"It's okay, don't be afraid!" Liu Qingsong comforted softly, then kicked the black-faced young man.

The force of the kick was quite strong, and it directly sent the dark-faced young man flying backwards for dozens of meters before he fell into a ditch on the side of the road.

The other young men were confused when they saw this. They wanted to help the black-faced young man, but their hands and feet were shaking uncontrollably.

The reason for this was that he was obviously frightened by Liu Qingsong's kick just now.

In order to avoid following the fate of the black-faced young man, they turned around and ran after they came to their senses.

In just a dozen seconds, he disappeared without a trace.

Liu Qingsong did not chase after him, but put the small pot crust on the back seat of the military jeep and prepared to leave.

However, contrary to expectations, as soon as the military jeep started, it was immediately blocked by a dozen market managers.

The burly man who was the leader was shocked and angry when he saw the small pot on the passenger seat: "Why are you here, you little bitch? Weren't you sold to the Hulu Brick Factory?"

Little Guoba didn't answer, but trembled and lowered his little head.

"Who is he?" Liu Qingsong reached out and picked up Xiao Guoba, then asked in a low voice.

"My second uncle." Little Guoba crawled into Liu Qingsong's arms in fear: "He is very bad. He often steals things from the neighbors and often beats and scolds my mother."

"Really?" Liu Qingsong frowned. Seeing that the military jeep was blocked and couldn't move away, he opened the door and walked out holding Xiao Guoba.

"Boy, where are you from? Why is my niece with you?" The burly man did not take action at the first moment, but looked at the license plate of the military jeep vigilantly and asked.

After all, in this remote market, there are generally few military vehicles coming.

But it appeared today, forcing him to deal with it carefully.

"Do I need to answer your question?" Liu Qingsong looked at the burly man coldly: "If you know what's best for you, get out of my way. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude later."

"Okay! Okay!" The burly man was a little scared by Liu Qingsong's look. After hesitating for a while, he finally had to give in and disperse with his men.

Seeing this, Liu Qingsong hugged him and got into the military jeep, then drove away from the market and headed towards the Wuxi production team.

On the way, Liu Qingsong saw that Xiao Guoba didn't say a word, so he couldn't help asking, "Are your five uncles all doing business in the market?"

“Yes, they are all here.” Little Guoba nodded his thin little head.

"Then why don't your parents go to the market to do business?" Liu Qingsong was a little puzzled.

If I go, with the reform and opening up, I can at least support my family.

"My dad has to take care of my sick mom, as well as me and my brothers and sisters. He can't leave." Little Guoba had tears in his eyes. "Also, he has to guard the grave."

"Guarding the tomb???" Liu Qingsong was puzzled.

"Well, this tomb has been guarded by my great-grandfather's generation. In the past, someone would give money every six months, but now there is nothing." Little Guoba cried and told everything he knew: "Otherwise, my brothers and sisters would not have starved to death."

"Do your uncles know about this tomb? Do the villagers of the Wuxi production team know about it?" Liu Qingsong asked in a low voice.

"I know, but only my father knows the entrance to the tomb. No one else can find it." Little Guoba looked up at Liu Qingsong and said, "Brother, you must not have any ideas about this tomb. My mother fell ill after going there with my father once."

"Really?" Liu Qingsong was stunned and did not continue to ask about the tomb.

After all, Xiao Guoba had blocked his mouth, so he couldn't ask anything. However, his curiosity about the tomb did not diminish. When Xiao Guoba fell asleep on the co-pilot seat, he quietly notified Carmela and asked her to go to the Wuxi production team to check the situation of the tomb.

More than three hours later, Liu Qingsong drove a military jeep to the foot of a towering mountain.

There is no road ahead, only a rugged and winding path.

At the end of the narrow path is the Wuxi Production Team.

Wuxi Production Team is one of the poorest teams in Taojiang County, and currently there are 37 households living in it.

Liu Qingsong saw a thatched house not far ahead and a few children playing and fighting at the door. He woke up the sleeping Xiao Guoba and led the way over.

As he approached, before he could speak, a skinny woman asked Xiao Guoba in surprise, "Why are you back?"

"I came to visit my parents and my brother and sister-in-law." Little Guoba looked up at the skinny woman, trying not to cry: "Aunt Li, do you know where they are buried?"

"It's just on the south side of Niuzi Mountain. Do you want me to take you there?" the skinny woman sighed.

"No need, I know where Niuzi Mountain is." Xiao Guoba rejected the skinny woman's kindness and walked towards the southeast taking Liu Qingsong's hand.

"Little pot crust..." The skinny woman couldn't help but shout when she saw this.

"Ah?" Little Guoba turned around and looked at the skinny woman.

"Go visit your uncle when you have time. Your uncle helped bury your father, your mother, and your brothers and sisters." The skinny woman reminded, "He is dying now. You can come back just in time to see him off for the last time."

"Oh! I understand." Xiao Guoba nodded, turned around and continued walking towards Niuzi Mountain with Liu Qingsong.

The road leading to Niuzi Mountain is very rugged, with cliffs on both sides.

But what is strange is that there are quite a few hanging coffins on the cliffs, and there are even abandoned thatched houses in some bamboo forests.

"Brother, don't look. My father said that those lying in the coffins are all monsters." Little Guoba saw that Liu Qingsong could not walk anymore and reminded him softly.

"Oh!" Liu Qingsong smiled.

"My uncle's house is there." Xiao Guoba pointed to a cave in front of him, then ran over quickly.

"Slow down." Liu Qingsong chased after him.

The cave ahead was very large, with signs of excavation at the entrance. On the wooden bed inside lay a dying, skinny middle-aged man.

There was a black and yellow local dog crawling beside the middle-aged man. When it saw Xiao Guoba coming with a stranger, it stood up vigilantly.

"Xiaohua, this is my brother." Seeing this, Xiao Guoba went forward and hugged the local dog, then turned around and looked at the middle-aged man on the wooden bed while crying: "Uncle, uncle... I am Xiao Guoba, can you hear me?"

"Cough... cough... I'm not dead yet, of course I can hear what my little Guoba says." The middle-aged man forced himself to sit up and forced a smile.

Seeing that the middle-aged man was breathing rapidly, as if he was about to die at any moment, Liu Qingsong took out a precious pill from his space backpack and handed it to him: "Take this! Maybe it will make you feel better."

"You are..." The middle-aged man hesitated to speak.

"He saved my brother at Hulu Brick Factory." Xiao Guoba Lian pulled Liu Qingsong aside and introduced him.

"Really?" The middle-aged man saw that Xiao Guoba was very dependent on Liu Qingsong, so he took the pill and swallowed it without hesitation: "Xiao Guoba, uncle won't live long. Before I go, there are a few things you must remember firmly in your mind."

"Hmm, hmm!" Little Guoba started to howl.

Liu Qingsong did not go to comfort Xiao Guoba, but left the cave to avoid suspicion.

As soon as we walked out of the cave, we saw the disguised Carmela and Wu appearing one after another on the winding path on the right.

Seeing that Xiao Guoba hadn't caught up with him, Liu Qingsong quickly went up to him and asked, "How's it going? Did you find anything?"

"We found the tomb guarded by Xiao Guoba's father. It is full of traps and contains a large amount of gold and silver treasures. However, these gold and silver treasures are all coated with poison, so you'd better not touch them." Wu replied in a low voice.

"If nothing unexpected happens, Xiao Guoba's mother died of poisoning due to being contaminated by the poison." Carmela added.

"Really?" Liu Qingsong frowned: "Whose tomb is this then?"

"A prince from the Qing Dynasty. I didn't look at the specific name carefully." Wu replied in a low voice.

"Then destroy the entrance to this tomb and prevent it from harming people." Liu Qingsong made a decision after pondering for a while: "Also, Xiao Guoba only has his uncle as a relative. We must find a way to save him and take him away from this damn place together."

"Okay!" Wu nodded.

"I'll destroy the entrance to the tomb." Carmela turned and left.

Wu chatted with Liu Qingsong for a few words before walking towards the cave together with Liu Qingsong.

What surprised them was that the middle-aged man who swallowed the pill, Uncle Xiao Guoba, looked much better and his breathing was no longer rapid.

What does this prove? It proves that the previous pills worked wonders for middle-aged people and they won’t die for the time being.

Liu Qingsong and Wu looked at each other, but did not expose the truth. Instead, they sincerely invited the middle-aged man to leave the Wuxi production team.

After all, if we don't leave, it will be dark soon.

However, unexpectedly, the middle-aged man directly refused.

As for the reason for the refusal, it turned out to be to protect the tomb hidden in the mountains of the Wuxi Production Team.

Liu Qingsong and Wu had no choice but to leave a few hundred dollars and some food and drinks before going to Niuzi Mountain to pay homage to Xiao Guoba's parents.

The reason why I didn't leave more money was because I was afraid of being targeted by other villagers.

Of course, they will send food and clothes regularly in the future and will not let Uncle Little Pot Baker fend for himself.

Niuzi Mountain was soon reached under the leadership of Xiao Guoba. Liu Qingsong saw Xiao Guoba running to his parents' grave and crying heart-wrenchingly. He was about to go forward to persuade him, but a loud noise came from the southeast direction.

"What's going on?" Wu frowned.

Liu Qingsong was also a little confused about what Carmela was doing.

Isn't it just destroying the entrance to the tomb? Why make such a big fuss?

Just as he was about to ask Wu to go over and take a look, the ground beneath his feet began to vibrate, and the frequency was getting louder and louder, causing the gravel on the top of the mountain to roll down.

"Not good!" Liu Qingsong quickly reached out and picked up the frightened little Guoba, then ran with Wu to a place with a wide view.

Before he reached there, he saw a ball of black gas flying towards the sky from the southeast, then dispersing and disappearing.

"This is..." Wu frowned: "Could it be that something that was sealed has been released?"

"Master, please go over and take a look." Liu Qingsong reminded softly.

"Okay!" Wu saw that Xiao Guoba had gotten into Liu Qingsong's arms without noticing him, and he disappeared from the spot in a flash.

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(End of this chapter)