The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

How could he forget?

The best time spent in this small rental house.

There is no tactics, no struggle, no disguise, no pretense.

For more than twenty years, he seemed to have lived a life only if he was here.

But... he still forgot her.

Huo Baiyuan tightly covered his eyes, lowered his head, and suddenly sobbed like a child, with turbulent tears seeping from between his fingers.

Qin Miao stared at Huo Baiyuan in astonishment. He didn't understand why Huo Baiyuan suddenly became like this. He could only test carefully.

"Young Master..."

Suddenly, Huo Baiyuan grabbed Qin Miao's wrist abruptly, as if grabbing a life-saving straw, raised his head, and looked at Qin Miao with a pair of red and earnest eyes, his voice hoarse, and he asked hurriedly, "Where is Song Lishu?" Where is the tomb...?"

Qin Miao was stunned, too late to react.

Obviously he did not ask Song Lishu's funeral, and he asked him to bury Song Lishu in a random place.

Why did you suddenly ask about Song Lishu's cemetery again?

Seeing Qin Miao's delay in answering, Huo Baiyuan's eyes seemed to be dripping with blood, and he roared, "I'll ask you where is she?!"

It was late at night, and the cold moonlight poured down, and an autumn breeze carried a bitter chill, and the dead branches were blown off and gently fell to the ground.

Qin Miao took Huo Baiyuan to a secluded public cemetery. There was no one to look after, no one to clean. The tall graves were piled up randomly, trash was scattered on the ground, the graves were covered with dead grass, and the howling wind sounded like a ghost weeping.

But Huo Baiyuan asked Qin Miao to dispose of Song Lishu's body casually.

Qin Miao still couldn't bear it after all, so he found such a remote place without cremation, and buried his body directly.

Stepping through the tombs, Qin Miao bent down to identify them carefully, and finally stopped in front of a tomb without a monument.

"Master, this is it."

Huo Baiyuan slowly squatted down, stretched out his hand, and stroked on the high-pitched grave bag, as if he had touched Song Lishu’s cheek, he tightened his fingers inch by inch, grabbed a handful of loess, and said quietly: "Look for People dig it up."

Qin Miao's eyes widened in astonishment: "What? What did you say?! Young master, why bother? Grandma and grandma are already dead, so let her rest in peace."

Huo Baiyuan turned his head, and in the dark night, a pair of cold eyes stared at Qin Miao: "Hurry up."

Qin Miao opened his mouth, but unable to disobey Huo Baiyuan's orders, he had to take out his mobile phone and make a call.

Before long, several strong men came over with shovel, even though they were mighty, at this moment, they couldn't help but feel the penetration.

Several strong men waved their shovel and began to dig the tomb. The loess was swayed everywhere, and the tall tomb bag was a little short. Under the moonlight, a white hand was exposed from the loess.

Huo Baiyuan stopped immediately.

Several strong men withdrew their shovels one after another.

Huo Baiyuan stepped up to that hand and knelt down with a plop. He tremblingly grasped a hand in the loess as if he was confirming something. Suddenly, Huo Baiyuan began to dig up the loess with his bare hands, like crazy In general, the loess flies around him.

Qin Miao was frightened by Huo Baiyuan, and hurriedly stepped forward: "Young Master..."

But no matter how he called, Huo Baiyuan remained unheard of, like a puppet unable to think about uncontrollable, kneeling on the ground, bending down deeply, repeating the action of digging the loess, even if his ten fingers were already **** .