The reborn cute wife is a ghost

Chapter 7 Marry Wanwan to me (1)
"Brother Lang."

Fu Tianlang remained silent, bowed his head and continued with his movements.

The rain was still falling, and it wet Qiao Li's delicate face.

She bit her lip, the rain dripped down her hair, blurring her vision for a moment.

Qiao Guan watched her stand behind Fu Tianlang for a long time, her eyes were red, she choked up twice, and finally threw away the umbrella in her hand, and knelt down to dig the grave with him.

"Okay, I'll let you see, I'll believe you when I see it, right?!" Qiao Li bowed her head, and dug the soil while crying. The two of them didn't speak for a while. Except for the rain, only Qiao Li's sobs and tears were left. The sound of dirt being turned over.

I don't know how long it rained heavily, and the two dug dug for an unknown time, until Qiao Wan looked up, and saw that the dark clouds had dispersed and the rain stopped.

At this time, a corner of the coffin was already exposed in the earth pit, Fu Tianlang paused, his tall back seemed to be shocked, and he suddenly resisted.

He stared at the top of the coffin with burning eyes, his expression tense and depressed.

Qiao Li also stopped, and stared at him blankly.

After a long while, the man frantically waved away the loess from the coffin again.

But obviously the lid of the coffin has been exposed, as long as the lid is lifted, the corpse inside can be seen, but the man who was digging the ground with all his strength just now just watched and didn't move.

Qiao Li was stunned for a moment, and finally realized after a long time that this giant-like man was timid at the last moment.

"Brother Lang, look at it?" Qiao Li gritted her teeth and urged, "Wanwan is dead!"

Fu Tianlang's face was sullen, and the profile of the extremely deep profile was like a sculpture without life and fluctuations in the dark sky.

Qiao Li saw that he hadn't moved for a long time. Although she was cautious about the coffin, she was anxious and couldn't care less. She simply rushed forward and tried to lift the lid of the coffin.

But as soon as she touched the coffin lid with one hand, someone grabbed it.

Qiao Li wailed in pain, only to realize that the hands clasping her were trembling slightly.

"It hurts."

Fu Tianlang's eyes were deep, he let go of her but still didn't move.

He stared at it silently, took a deep breath, and his chest rose and fell violently.

"Brother Lang." Qiao Li touched her bruised wrist and said in tears, "You accept the reality."

Fu Tianlang narrowed his eyes, tightly clenched his fists hanging by his sides, and the blood vessels on his forehead were even faintly visible due to the force.

But at this moment, Qiao's father, Qiao's mother, who could not wait for the second daughter, came out to find someone. The couple took a few folks up the mountain together, and when they climbed to the top of the mountain, they saw a grave with a coffin lid exposed.

Father Qiao's eyes were wide open in shock, he picked up a wooden stick, and rushed up with a few villagers without thinking.

"Yaoshou! You little bastard, I will kill you!"

In an instant, several peasants surrounded Fu Tianlang, one on the left and the other on the right.

Qiao Li screamed and stopped her: "Dad, what are you doing, let Brother Lang see, let him see!"

Father Qiao just slapped his hand: "Ridiculous!"

Qiao Li was stunned by the beating for a moment, and she just kept crying aside.

Fu Tianlang, who was still like a sculpture just now, suddenly lowered his head, narrowed his eyes slightly, blood was oozing from his clenched hands.

After being silent for a few seconds, he suddenly grabbed the farmer beside him at an extremely fast speed, and with a strong arm, he gently threw him away.

Now, the folks who followed Father Qiao were all shocked. Those two people are rough guys who are used to doing farm work on weekdays. Is this person a monster?How could you throw someone away so easily?

Fu Tianlang stood motionless in the wind, tall and strong like an unshakable giant, seemingly silent, but in fact exuded a chilling majesty all over his body.

"It's against you, bastard, go, follow me to the police station!"

Seeing that no one around dared to step forward, Papa Qiao picked up the stick and knocked on him. It was strange to say that Fu Tianlang, who had just thrown people as a burden, was the only one who would not do anything to Papa Qiao now, but he If he didn't fight back, it didn't mean that he would always be beaten passively.

The stick in Father Qiao's hand swung five times in total, and was suddenly taken away at the sixth time. He was seen holding both ends of the stick and exerting a little force. This stick was about as thick as a wrist. broken.

Fu Tianlang threw the broken wood on the ground expressionlessly, and without looking at the people present, he went to the coffin, rubbed his fingers along the edge for a while, and then lifted the lid of the coffin in full view.

In an instant, the girl in the coffin came into everyone's eyes.

It was a childish girl, her long braids lay quietly beside her, and she was still wearing that white wedding dress, the tight design accentuated her narrow waistline, and she was showing her The skin outside the clothes is a kind of fairness that does not belong to a peasant girl, her eyes are closed, and she looks lifelike, so beautiful that she seems to be just asleep.

Qiao Li cried in the back: "Brother Lang, can you trust me this time? Wanwan is dead, dead!"

Father Qiao turned around and slapped him again, he felt furious, thinking of those two useless daughters, and the loss he suffered from Fu Tianlang just now, he was blinded by anger for a moment, and he was merciless when he slapped others.

"Papa", Qiao Li's face was swollen, she screamed aggrieved, and hurriedly hid behind her mother.

Qiao's mother couldn't see her daughter being beaten, so she sternly said, "If you want to beat me, hit me, what are you doing?"

A few village names at the side also came to persuade, and the scene was chaotic for a while, but no one dared to step forward to stop Fu Tianlang.

Just kidding, such a strong figure, don't die.

The north wind blows away the fallen leaves and blows the snow. The weather is close to December, and it is as cold as being in an ice cellar.

So even though Qiao Wan had been dead for several days, his body was still well preserved, with long eyelashes drooping, as if the woman in the coffin would wake up in the next second.

Fu Tianlang knelt beside the coffin, rubbing his fingers delicately on her body, stroking her small face, long hair, and red mouth, where the smile was so pretty and sweet...

And here lay his Wanwan, a Wanwan who would never smile at him again.

(End of this chapter)