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Chapter 190 The Words on the Stone Tablet

She couldn't guess whether his words were true or not.

In the past few days, they have all experienced life and death.

Helping each other quietly narrows the distance between hearts.

There was a kind of tacit understanding between her and him.

"I know the way, I don't need a map."

Qi Jiang looked into her eyes and smiled knowingly.

He admired her intelligence.

However, the more beautiful the girl is, the more deceitful she is.

Xiao Jin panicked helplessly.

She actually wanted to say, "I learned to drive".

The reason why he didn't open his mouth was to hide on the one hand, and to enjoy his care on the other hand.

The appearance of Qijiang made her see something warm.

Since joining the killer group six years ago, the girl's life has changed.

Her world is like an icehouse, full of cold and darkness.

There are endless people to kill, endless hatred, such days are like walking dead.

Xiao Jin thought about running away, and was determined to quit, but her weakness was pinched by the boss.

That is a lonely grave in Xishan.

The master of martial arts, Mr. Jin, is buried here.

As long as she could remember, she knew that she was adopted by her grandfather, but she didn't know the details.

Grandpa promised to tell her her life experience when she was ten years old.

Sadly, this promise was never fulfilled.

Because of a dose of decoction, the grandfather's old wound was triggered, causing the old man to pass away with hatred.

The martial arts hall was divided among several disciples, and the name was changed one after another.

When she was just eight years old, she was taken away by the masters of the gymnasium and learned various killing techniques.

If she dared to leave the killer group, Grandpa's grave would be blown up.

Destroying the tomb is the last thing she can bear, and it is precisely because of this.

When she was released from the dark and closed training camp, the first thing she did was to see Grandpa's grave.

The former martial arts school has already changed its appearance.

The spirit of martial arts dies, and all that is instilled is to be funny and vicious.

What is even more unacceptable is that one of the seniors she disliked the most when she was young has become the owner of the pavilion.

This person has been peeping at her various privacy since she can remember, which is particularly hateful.

If it wasn't for Xiao Jin's observance of the rules set by his grandfather "not to fight each other", he might not be her opponent.

She hid far away, afraid of being emotionally affected by the scene, so the only thing she could pay homage to was this.

Qi Jiang drives, Xiao Jin guides the way.

She sat behind him and watched him drive seriously all the way.

She admired the second young master's carefulness and calmness.

Although it was the first time he drove to Xishan on the outskirts of the city, he observed while driving and avoided many situations.

On the ground where the first snow fell, the car left a car mark.

When dusk came, they finally arrived at Xishan.

Qijiang gritted his teeth and drove the car up the hillside for a short distance, but he couldn't move forward anymore.

He pointed to a small yellow mound, "Just stop here. It's easy to find when we come back."

The wind blowing from all directions was whining.

The dead tree fell and crooked.

Broken stones fell all over the ground.

In the deep forest, there are many tombs of abandoned concubines of the Ming Dynasty.

Xiao Jin walked in front.

She was injured and soaked in the cold water of the pond, and her strength was much worse than before.

Qi Jiang dragged the wooden box with four wheels behind him.

He felt sorry for her, so he insisted on pulling the box alone.

Moreover, walking behind her is also to protect her.

When he was a child, he once heard his mother say that the tomb of the abandoned concubine in Xishan was terrifying.

A large group of women who were neglected or buried alive were buried inside.

During the day, this area is full of resentment, and it is even more gloomy after the sun goes down.

It is said that these ghosts cannot be reincarnated, and no one will sacrifice them.

So I often come out to cry at night, and I especially like to find young girls as scapegoats.

Gu Qijiang studied in Japan, received advanced higher education, and also developed courage in the military academy.

Although he didn't believe in superstition, he still felt heavy black air floating around when he was on the scene.

Xiaojin probably had him by his side, and he began to worry about him.

She turned her head to look at Qi Jiang from time to time, fearing that he would fall into various traps in the cemetery.

After about two hours, she stopped and waved to him.

"Second Young Master, thank you for your hard work, we will change our way later."

Qi Jiang thought it was over, but he didn't expect it to be over yet.

Seeing the sweat on his face from exhaustion, she took a handkerchief and wiped it for him.

Unexpectedly, a strong mountain wind blows head-on, blowing off the snow and some hanging things on the branches above the head.

puff!puff!puff!
"what!"

Qi Jiang took a closer look, and the one falling in front was a skull with some blood stains left.

Xiaojin kicked it away calmly, patted him and comforted him, "Don't be afraid, I won't bite."

She walked as if nothing had happened, as if what she saw just now was just a big white rock.

This girl is more courageous than him.

He took her hand, feeling more and more sad.

How many unimaginable hardships and pains did she have to endure to be so calm?

"I'm not afraid of these. Xiao Jin, please let me protect you, because I'm a man."

Then they crossed another deep ditch.

Along the way, the sky is getting darker and darker.

The hands of the two became tighter and tighter.

When it was dark, I finally arrived at the grave hidden in the pine bushes.

As soon as Xiao Jin saw the tomb, he ran over, threw himself on the loess and cried loudly.

Qi Jiang walked up behind her and squatted down silently.

He was worried that it would be so dark that he couldn't see his fingers, and there would be more dangers and variables.

So he quickly advised her not to cry.

"Let's find a place to bury the horse first."

She nodded wiping her tears.

"Just across from Grandpa's grave, dig a hole under that tree."

Qi Jiang felt very strange.

He pointed to an open space next to the tomb, "This place is also very good, enough to bury the horse. The soil is also looser than the one under the tree."

What he means is that there is no need to look far away.

She bowed her head in silence.

Another stream of tears fell from the corner of his eyes.

"I'm sorry, I depend on you."

He hugged the girl, but felt her trembling.

"Is it uncomfortable? Or cold?"

As he spoke, he hugged her even tighter.

"Second Young Master," she replied after a while, "the seat next to Grandpa is reserved for me. In case I..."

Before the words came out, he reached out and gently covered her mouth with his hand.

"The past is the past, and the present is the present. You and I have saved each other's lives, which is considered fate."

"As long as I am here, no one is allowed to bully you or hurt you."

"I'll redeem you when I get back, and tell the third wife clearly. Don't be afraid of her."

"This place is for the horses."

After Qijiang finished speaking, she was already in tears.

He took out the dagger from his pocket and started digging.

He was working almost with all his strength, and soon he dug the surface soil down more than a foot deep.

"Second Young Master, look, there is a shovel dropped by a grave robber!"

Xiao Jin shouted and ran out from the vicinity, and he realized that she had gone elsewhere while he was digging.

"Don't run around, what if something happens?"

He took the shovel in her hand and dug towards the soil, but he came across a hard object.

"Bang!"

Xiao Jin hurriedly leaned over to have a look.

A stone tablet buried in the soil showed its head.

Could it be Grandpa's tombstone?

In her memory, there is no stele on the tomb of Mr. Jin.

Qijiang then exerted strength with both hands, and threw the entire stele out.

He was shocked by the stele: half were neatly carved Chinese characters, and the other half were completely unknown characters.

　This chapter, timid babies, remember not to read it at night.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)