chewing dragon

Chapter 3

Sharpen the knife in the middle of the night, and kill in an instant.

The young man seemed to be calm, but his heart was turbulent, but before he could fully appreciate the feeling of happiness and hatred, a panicked neigh suddenly came from his ear.

The skinny donkey at the side finally came to his senses, shook his neck violently, broke free from the boy's shackles with great strength, and ran down the slope with all four hooves.

"not good!"

Qi Jingzhi didn't notice for a while, and was almost led into a stumble by the mad donkey, so he had no choice but to let go: "I didn't plan well beforehand, I didn't consider that Chen Er would come riding a donkey, and I left such a big loophole, I'm afraid I really want to escape to the mountains with Grandpa."

Before he could think about it, there was a sudden change at the bottom of the low slope.

For some unknown reason, the running mad donkey suddenly lost its front hoof, staggered and fell to the ground, and rolled into a thick meadow. It was full of panic and mournful neighing.

Qi Jingzhi was pleasantly surprised, but also a little puzzled.

The low slope at the foot was not far from the dirt road in front of the mountain. The mountain people would never set up traps and pits here, and they didn't know what the mad donkey tripped over.

He stabilized his mind, turned over Chen Er who was lying on the ground with his toes, and saw that the guy's face was blue, his eyes rolled up, and he was out of breath.

The young man leaned down, and abruptly stabbed the corpse twice fiercely. After confirming that this person was really dead, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Holding the knife, he walked down the short slope lightly and cautiously, and saw no traps or traps along the way.

When he came to the place where the mad donkey stumbled, Qi Jingzhi squatted halfway, and slowly pushed aside the grass with a sharp knife, his eyes widened suddenly.

In the grass, there is a dead bone... a human bone.

Qi Jingzhi is no stranger to human bones.Just like what he said to seduce Chen Ershi, there are many unnamed graves buried in unknown years in this small pine mountain. Every time there is a heavy rain or even a flash flood, some bones and funeral objects will always be washed down the mountain.

It's just that the dead bones in this kind of tomb are very brittle and will shatter when touched.Even if the mad donkey in a panic stepped on it, it should have passed by, so it wouldn't lose its front hoof and fall to the ground.

What's even more strange is that this human bone is extremely complete. Even though there is no skin, muscle and fascia connection, the arrangement of the bones is still not messy at all, as if it is still a whole, and there is no trace of being trampled on.

Qi Jingzhi hesitated for a while, and didn't touch this strange bone rashly.

He grabbed a handful of grass blades, wiped the sharp knife in his hand carefully, put it back into the sheath, and then faced the dry bones, put his hands together respectfully, and prayed: "Thank you for your help! The soil here is fertile and the grass is green, and we all dare to do it for you." If you build a private house again, you will never expose yourself to the wilderness and be humiliated by wild beasts."

After finishing speaking, he stood up and took another look at the mad donkey, and saw that the poor guy had broken his neck, struggled in vain for a long time, and now he had died.

Qi Jingzhi didn't look any more, and walked straight back to the low slope, and pulled out a short-handled shovel from a bush.

Holding a short shovel, he walked back to the donkey carcass and dug holes one by one.

After working for a long time, the boy finally dug an extremely deep pit.

He first dragged Chen Er's body over, threw it in without hesitation, and tirelessly shoveled away all the blood-stained grass and soil nearby, and filled them into the pit.

Then, with all his strength, the young man pushed the donkey carcass into the pit and pressed it on Chen Er's body, and finally covered the bodies of one man and one donkey with a layer of floating soil.

So far, the deep pit has become more than half shallow.

Qi Jingzhi glanced into the pit, raised his hand to wipe the sweat off his forehead, and let out a breath of foul air slowly.

He threw down the shovel, came to the strange dead bone again, and solemnly held the most conspicuous skull with both hands.

The hand is heavy and cold.

After a lot of effort, the young man neatly placed the entire corpse into the pit one by one, filled it with soil, trampled it down, covered it with fresh turf shoveled from the root and soil, and finally scattered the excess soil.

When doing these, Qi Jingzhi was serious, focused and meticulous from beginning to end.

Today, he killed people and buried the corpse in a rather hasty way, and the location he chose was not concealed enough. Naturally, he didn't expect to never be discovered. After all, maybe it only takes a rainstorm, and the dead Chen Er will be exposed in front of people.

However, even though there was a great risk involved, Qi Jingzhi never regretted it at all.

It's not that the grandparents of the Qi family can't bear to be bullied, the people in the mountains are not so delicate, but there is one thing, whoever wants to cut off the livelihood of the grandparents, Qi Jingzhi doesn't mind giving him a ride first.

That's it.

The young man stepped on the soft grass under his feet, muttering in his mouth: "Today's incident happened suddenly, so that the tomb is simple and the sacrifices are crude, please don't be offended."

After praying, Qi Jingzhi turned around and left without hesitation.

He followed the opposite path from the morning, walked down the low slope with lush vegetation, crossed the old trees in the mountain pass, walked through the winding road in the village, and returned to the small courtyard on the mountainside.

As soon as he entered the courtyard gate, he saw old man Qi holding a large bowl of snow-white noodles, sitting on a stone bench and eating well.

For the poor mountain people in Shanqian Village, flour is an extremely rare luxury. Even the grandparents of the Qi family with superb hunting skills are reluctant to eat it on weekdays.

Qi Jingzhi went to the city yesterday and sold all the wild game he had hunted in the past few days, then gritted his teeth and bought some, and brought them back to the old man Qi who was recovering from his injuries.

The young man glanced at it and saw that besides the noodles, there were a few slices of bacon in Grandpa's bowl, sprinkled with emerald green scallions, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up.

The old man Qi raised his head to look at his grandson, his eyes flicked over those calm eyes, and he lingered for a long time on the young man's muddy right hand.

In the end, he didn't ask anything, just said in a muffled voice: "I left a bowl for you on the stove... You came back so late and wasted a good thing, what a crime!"

The smile on the corner of Qi Jingzhi's mouth spread uncontrollably, he responded briskly, and walked quickly into the kitchen.

He washed his hands indiscriminately, picked up the noodle bowl and ate it. After eating a chopstick of noodles, he realized that he was already very hungry, as if there was a fire burning in his stomach.

Immediately, the young man was reincarnated like a starved ghost, Xilihulu swallowed a large bowl of noodles together with several large slices of bacon buried under the noodles, and finally raised his head and drank the bottom of the bowl in one gulp.

He smacked his lips, put the noodle bowl on the stove contentedly, walked quickly back to the yard, and said to old man Qi, "Grandfather, I'll sleep first, and then I'll clean the pot and wash the dishes when I wake up."

After all, the young man rushed into his own Westinghouse as quickly as possible without waiting for old man Qi to respond.

After a few breaths, there was a thunderous snoring sound in the room.

Seeing that his grandson, who was still full of worries and anger last night, was able to go home for dinner with his whole body intact, old man Qi's heart was half relieved.

He put the noodle bowl on the stone table in front of him, listened for a while, finally a smile appeared on his face, and the other half of his heart fell back into his stomach.

Qi Jingzhi fell into a dark sleep.

When he opened his eyes again, the moon was shining brightly and the sky was full of stars.

The moonlight is like water, flowing in from the open window, reflecting the house in a frosty white.

The boy hadn't fully woken up yet, staring blankly at the roof, vaguely remembering that he had a long and exhausting dream, but at this moment he couldn't remember anything.

"Eunuch is awake?"

A young man's voice suddenly sounded in the room, not too loud, but clear enough.

Qi Jingzhi was terrified, turned to the right suddenly, put his left hand beside the pillow, and grabbed the scabbard of the bull-eared sharp knife!
(End of this chapter)